| Straight: BDSM: Dancing with Master (2/9) |
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corner windows of the bathroom. She stepped into the deep tub into which he had poured a jasmine oil. He had the bath oils, body creams and perfumes that she enjoyed made especially for her. It was a heavy, heady scent, a confusing one that admirers would say smelled like cinnamon… Others said it smelled of jasmine and still others said it smelled of vanilla sugar cookies. Her scent would attract the attention of men, the envy of women. She loved its smell on her. It suited her: complex, heavy, confusing, irresistible. It fit that he picked it out for her. She settled into the silky warm jasmine water. He knelt beside the tub, took her arm and gently washed it with water and sponge, squeezing to allow the water to trickle over her skin. He washed her arms, her neck, her throat, her collarbone, her chest, breasts, belly, legs, each toe, kissing them as he finished. He washed her mons last, his arm disappearing into the warm water to reach her. She was wet and warm with more than water.
Finished with washing her, he whispered into her ear, “Now I want to clean you completely.” She looked at him, a question in her eye. He reached into the vanity drawer, taking out shaving foam and a razor. “I want you completely clean and bare for me. Allow me?” he asked. Wordlessly, she raised and lowered her head twice, granting permission. He had her stand, raising herself from the water. He lifted one foot and anchored it on the side of the tub, which completely exposed her to him. He slowly spread the foam over her neatly trimmed hair and over her puffy lips, which she kept bare. He was careful not to get the foam in the folds of her silky delicate skin. The blade scraped through the foam as he made strokes, washing the head in the warm water after each pass. As he got close to the hooded clitoris, to her silken lips, his free hand touched her. His fingertips covered the sweet pink skin, providing shelter from the razor. She swooned and grabbed the back of his head for support. She flooded with excitement at this intimate, wordless act of him pampering, primping and preparing her. Short little strokes rid any stubble from her pubis, his fingers gently holding the little lips, the tender lips to the side they way he would do when shaving around the corners of his mouth. He wiped away the excess foam and then splashed warm water on her newly-shaven slit. He kissed her Mound of Venus. “Beautiful,” he mouthed into her flesh. She gripped hard on his head and ground into him. He pulled away, that infuriating and intoxicating twinkle again in his eye. “Not yet, darlin,” he smiled up at her. “Soon.”
He splashed oil into his palm and smoothed it over her wet slit and mons. He splashed more into his palm and oiled her flesh completely from top to bottom. His hands wiped the water from her as they spread the oil so that her skin glistened. The cream of her skin shimmered with the addition of a small sheen of oil. Her own oils ran down her thigh from his confident touch, his hands always warm, firm but gentle. He finished and slapped her butt to let her know she was done. She stepped from the tub and he dried her feet with a towel. The rest of her had air dried as he shaved her and oiled her. “You get ready now, fresh makeup and |
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you had me pretty well