Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Abby drew in a few quick breaths. No one had ever talked to her this way. Well, obviously no one had ever said, ‘I’m going to shave your pussy.’ But neither had anyone told her she was beautiful. Or how much they wanted to look at her. Naked. Mark wanted to look at her naked. All the time.
“Pet,” Mark said, interrupting her thoughts. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“You think I’m pretty,” she whispered.
“No,” he corrected. “I think you’re beautiful. And you’re going to stay that way by keeping still so I don’t cut you, right?”
“Right. Yes. Yes, Sir,” she stammered.
“Good girl.” Mark stood up and she heard him running water at the sink but couldn’t see from her position. He returned and knelt on the towel between her legs. She felt a warm cloth wet her down and heard the familiar hiss of a shaving cream container. He slowly applied it to her mound.
She felt his hand on her lower belly and then felt the gentle scrape of the blade. He worked methodically, rinsing the razor and reapplying it, periodically wiping her with the washcloth. Abby had never experienced anything more intimate in her life. She felt his thumb press down on her clit and she lifted her hips off the floor.
“Pet,” he admonished. Abby panted. “Control yourself,” he ordered. “I’m covering your clit so it doesn’t get nicked.” Abby groaned in frustration. “Do not come, pet. Apparently right now four is your limit before you collapse from exhaustion. Until we work on that, you’re not to come unless I give you permission. And, pet, you do not have permission. Do not come.”
Abby pressed her lips together, squeezed her eyes shut, and willed herself not to move as Mark shaved around her clit, nudging it occasionally with his thumb. He rinsed it with the warm cloth and then tugged at her labia, stretching it and she felt the slow glide of the blade even though that part of her was already bare. More warm water trickled between her thighs and he pulled her other lip, tending to it. Thankful there wasn’t that much to do since she had a standing wax appointment every two weeks.
Mark rinsed her off and unlocked the cuffs. When she sat up, he kissed her lightly on the lips. “That was very, very good, pet. Now, I want your pussy completely hairless from now on. Make sure it all gets done properly before we play.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He gathered the small bowl, the razor, and the can of shaving cream and stood up. “I want you to hurry up and take a bath,” he told her after he’d put all the accoutrements on the counter and was now unbuckling her cuffs. He took hold of her chin and forced her gaze to him. “You still do not have permission to come. Make the bath quick and then come into the bedroom.”
Abby nodded and started to run the bathwater after he left, shutting the door behind him. As she slid into the warm water she noticed an array of white bottles lined up on the small shelf. She picked one up and examined it. Orange Blossom shampoo. She opened it and caught the sweet, light scent. Her favorite. The second bottle was conditioner and the third was lotion. A large bar of handcrafted soap, also orange blossom, sat unused in a white tray.
She smiled to herself as she realized he’d seen her handsoap in the kitchen and some lotion, a cheaper version than the one he’d bought for her, in her bathroom at home. She bathed a dried quickly, lamenting that she couldn’t spend more time in the large tub. She found Mark in the bedroom and her immediate instinct was to kiss him, but she stopped short just in front of him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Am I allowed to kiss you?”
He grinned. “I can make an exception,” he teased. She had to stand on her tiptoes without her heels and he lifted her up a bit to press his mouth to hers. When he set her back down, he asked, “What was that for?”
“Orange Blossom. You noticed.”
“It’s impossible not to notice you, Abby.”
Abby smiled to herself as Mark opened the dresser drawer and took out a pair of leather cuffs. “Lie down,” he told her and she moved to the bed. He crossed the room to her and she was prepared to offer him her wrist again, but instead he took hold of her ankle. He buckled the cuff and withdrew a silver chain from underneath the corner of the mattress. He clipped it and rounded the foot of the bed.
“Are you okay, pet?” he asked, as he buckled the other cuff.
Abby remembered to keep her breathing even and nodded. “Yes, Sir.” Bondage wasn’t all that hard, she’d discovered, once you got past the initial burst of fear. So, this time Mark was going to cuff her completely. It was a little nerve wracking, but she trusted him. When he finished, the cuffs were snug and the chains were short, spreading her legs. Her newly shaved pussy felt overexposed and she fought hard not to cover it with her hands.