Page 29 of Daddy Down Under

I hated doing this…but I liked doing it for Ocean. Because it made him happy. The implications of that were not something I wanted to think about right now. Besides, I had more pressing problems.

With trembling hands, I filled the douche and positioned myself, putting one leg up on that helpful little ledge. Inserting it took a little effort, but then the tip went in. Before I could talk myself out of it, I squeezed the water into myself. The initial sensation was strange, uncomfortable. I bit my lip, stifling a gasp.

“Remember to breathe, Cash,” Ocean’s voice floated in again. Somehow, he knew exactly what I needed to hear. “You’re doing great.”

His words washed over me like a caress, steadying me. I took a deep breath and held the water in as long as I could, then expelled it, not looking at what came out. Some things I did not need to see.

I repeated the whole thing a second time, acutely aware of every sensation. There, done. It hadn’t been too bad, had it? At least, that was what I would tell myself.

As I finished and rinsed off, I felt raw, exposed, but also strangely liberated. I stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my waist, and opened the door fully.

Ocean’s eyes met mine with a mixture of pride and desire. The air between us crackled with unspoken tension.

“How do you feel?” he asked softly.

I let out a shaky breath. “Exposed. Vulnerable.” I paused, searching for the right words. “But also…exhilarated?”

Ocean’s lips curved into a smile. “Good. That’s exactly how you should feel.” He stood, moving closer to me. “You did so well, Cash. I’m proud of you.”

His praise sent a jolt of pleasure through me, more potent than any physical touch. I stood there, naked except for the towel around my hips, my emotions a whirlwind of confusion and desire. Yet beneath it all was a growing certainty—I would do anything this man asked of me.

Alarm bells were going off, but I ignored them. “What happens now?”

Ocean’s smile turned wolfish. “Now, we move on to the next step.”

Sex. The next step would be sex, right?

But Ocean took my hand and tugged me back into the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” I asked. “Aren’t we going to…?”

“All in good time.”

“Isn’t now a good time? I think now is an excellent time.”

But I knew my protests were useless even before Ocean merely grinned as he grabbed something from the cabinet. Was that a…?

Calmly, he opened a leather shaving kit and laid out its contents. “I’m going to shave you now,” he said matter-of-factly. “Your pubic hair needs to be trimmed back, and I’m going to shave your balls completely smooth, as well as…”—he trailed off, his eyes meeting mine—“as well as your ass crack. You’re going to have the prettiest hole on the planet.”

Panic flared in my chest. “Wait, I… I don’t know about that. That’s… That’s a bit much.”

Ocean’s hand gently cupped my cheek, his gaze softening. “I know it’s scary, but trust me. You’ll love it. I promise.” He pressed a gentle kiss on my lips. “And even better, I will love it.”

Fuuuuck. He knew what he was doing. He knew exactly what those words would do to me, how they would make me want to obey him, please him. Those alarm bells were blaring now.

“Ocean, I can’t… I need…”

“Please, sweetheart. Trust me. I won’t betray it.”

His words, coupled with the sincerity in his eyes, melted my insides…and my resistance. Taking a deep breath, I relented. “Okay… Okay, but…go slow, all right?”

“I promise, Cash.”

He sat on the edge of the bathtub and gestured for me to stand right in front of him. His touch was featherlight as he massaged shaving cream around my pubic area, the cool foam sending shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on anything but my vulnerability.

“Just breathe,” Ocean coaxed as if reading my mind. “Inhale through your nose, exhale through your mouth. That’s it.”

The first swipe of the razor was gentle and careful, which helped me relax. The sensation was not unpleasant. A quick check showed he was merely trimming my pubic hair, not shaving me bare. My mind drifted, lulled by the rhythmic motion of his hand and the soothing hum of the ceiling fan above us.

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