“As your Master, I’ll see to it. Pass me the razor. It will be my pleasure.”
“It’s okay, Ty, I can do it—” She abruptly stopped speaking when he suddenly lifted his head and gave her that dominant look again. The one that made her legs almost buckle beneath her yet also sent her sexual libido into overdrive. “Sorry, Master, I didn’t mean to question you.” She handed him the razor.
Applying more shower gel, he lovingly soaped her mons and then began teasing away the fledgling pubes until the silky smoothness he demanded had returned. “That’s better. Thank me.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He glanced up from his kneeling position, and she knew from the look in his eyes that he loved her being compliant. “Hold on to the handrail, and rest your foot on my shoulder. I’ve still got the tricky part to shave. Whatever you do, make sure you don’t sneeze,” he joked.
Gripping the rail for support, she did as he asked and rested her foot on his shoulder. This had the effect of opening her feminine folds up for him. “Is there anything more beautiful in the world than a woman’s pussy?” He stared at her most intimate parts for what seemed an eternity before gliding the razor along the edge of her labia majora.
She loved Tyler and trusted him implicitly. “I can see you’ve done this before.”
He smiled.
With anyone else she’d be more than a little concerned, because razors and soft feminine folds didn’t generally mix. However, Tyler was different, and it felt downright sexy as he deftly shielded her labia minora from harm before guiding the lethal-looking blade with pinpoint precision.
Surprisingly, she felt herself relax even more as the razor glided painlessly over her clitoral hood. “I love you, Tyler Stone.”
“I love you, too, honey.” He briefly stopped what he was doing and looked up at her. “Other leg.”
Rebecca took her foot from his shoulder and replaced it with the other, allowing Tyler to expertly repeat the procedure. After a few minutes he placed the razor in the soap dish. “All done.” He carefully studied his work. “Now that is fucking sexy.”
Without warning, Tyler took hold of her wrists and pinned them behind her back before holding them in place with a single strong hand. From the amount of pressure being exerted, she knew it was his way of taking control.
“See that your pussy is kept silky smooth at all times. Otherwise, I will discipline your sexy little butt far more severely in the future.”
“Yes.” The way he looked at her when he was in this type of mood always excited her, yet it frightened her, too, but in a good way.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Better.”
With his other hand, he peeled back her clitoral hood then ravenously licked her sexual nub with an enthusiasm that showed just how much he loved her. Twenty-one days apart from the most beautiful man in the world had sensitized her clit to such an extent that she knew her climax was imminent.
When she looked, she saw his head moving rhythmically between her legs as the water cascaded down her body, flowing over her fast-heaving breasts and stomach. She watched, mesmerized, as it ran over her pubic mound before being magically lapped away by Tyler’s tongue.
The first giveaway sign was the deep longing ache in her womb that had become almost unbearable, followed by her legs starting to buckle. When he ran his tongue around the circumference of her throbbing pearl, the exquisite sensation became magnified by ten, and when he drew her clit into his mouth, those same incredible feelings became ten times stronger still. Her mouth fell open and the pace of her breathing left her in no doubt that she was teetering on the edge of the most wonderful climax.
“Ty, Sir.” He released her left hand, and she immediately twisted her fingers into his beautiful hair and pulled it as though her life depended on it, wanting the erotic sexual pain to abate, yet desperate for it to continue. The harder she pulled his hair, the more resolute he became, steadfastly sticking to the job of pleasuring the woman he loved. Me.
“Please, Sir, I…”
If only her other hand were free, but Tyler still held it firmly behind her back, totally dominating the play.
Her words came out breathier still. “I’m…I’m…dear God above…I’m…”
He finally relented and allowed her other hand its freedom, and she took the opportunity to twist it into his beautiful glossy locks, too.
Tyler was the man in control and knew exactly what he was doing. He’d released her because it pleased him to do so. His hand snaked around to her butt, and he briefly soothed his palm over the still-tender flesh before finding her puckered hole. She clenched naturally, but to demonstrate his dominance over her, he dismissively brushed her futile resistance away and pushed what felt like two fingers deep inside her ass.