firm
and need a lot of attention.” Down his hand went to her stomach. “Your curves
are in all the right places. I can’t wait to grip onto you while I fuck you
hard and take what I want.”
“Why are you saying these
things?” she asked.
“Because
they’re true.”
She gasped as his fingers
slid through her slit, touching her clit, going down to finger her entrance.
“You’re soaking wet. I bet I
could have you screaming within seconds. Has anyone brought you to orgasm
through sex, or do they make you bring yourself off?” he asked.
Her face couldn’t get any
hotter if he tried. “Don’t, Chris.”
“I want to know, and I’m not
going any further until you tell me the truth.” His fingers stilled on her
clit. She tried to move, but he kept her steady with another hand on her hip.
The strength in his grip alone surprised her.
“That’s right. I’m the one
in charge. You’ll do as I say and nothing else.”
His words were turning her
on more. Every relationship in her life, she’d been the one in charge, the one
to say yes or no to what they were doing. Chris wasn’t giving her chance to
dispute him. Staring into his eyes she saw that he was the one who’d get the
final say. If she was going to go through with this then she needed to give
herself to him completely. There would be no holding back with him. He’d demand
everything from her.
Would it be so bad to give
him everything of herself ? He’d never hurt her. Chris
was a good man inside and out even when he tried to hide it. She saw the good
in him and refused to believe he’d hurt her.
“No, I’ve never had an
orgasm with a man.”
“During
or after sex?”
She shook her head.
“Did you even get to orgasm
at all with your own hand?”
“Only
when I got home. No, I never
stayed the night either. I couldn’t sleep with anyone.” She looked away,
somewhere past his shoulder.
“Hey, you don’t get to hide
from me, and you won’t be sneaking out of my bed either. I’ll tie you to my bed
if you even try.” He stepped close, giving her no choice but to step back. The
backs of her legs hit the bed causing her to sit down.
“Lean back.”
She leaned back. He pressed
a hand on her chest forcing her all the way to her back. Taking a deep breath
she looked up at the ceiling and gasped. She was staring back at herself. Chris
had a mirror on the ceiling. What the hell?
“Why do you have a mirror on
your ceiling?” she asked.
“I like to watch
everything.”
Was this kinky?
Rachel watched him spread
her thighs wide, revealing her pussy to his sight. “Your scent is heavenly. I
love vanilla and cream.”
She saw him spread the lips
of her sex open. Her small patch of curls between her thighs made him cluck his
tongue. “I want you bare for me, baby. Will you let me shave you?” he asked.
“I don’t know what you
want.”
“Then I’ll tell you want I
want.” He ran his fingers through her pubic hair and pulled on the strands. She
gasped. “I want all of these off.”
Could she do it?
“You’ll trust me to do it.”
Like that, she felt the
trust seep into her body. He got up from the bed, leaving her alone as he went
to the bathroom. This had to be the weirdest day of her life. He returned with
a small bowl, a razor, some foam, and a towel.
Keeping her gaze on the
mirror she watched as he washed her pubic hair with water before applying the
foam. He really knew what he was doing.
Well, duh, he’s got a face he needs to shave
regularly.
If someone had told her
she’d be laid on Chris’s bed with him about to shave her pussy, she’d have
burst out laughing. Now, she was dripping wet. This man was showing her so much
attention she didn’t know what to do with herself.
“I’m going to need you to be
calm and steady. No moving,” he said.
Watching herself get bare
shouldn’t have turned her on. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from what he was
doing. Each stroke was done expertly without any