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“Your good girl, Mr.Lawes, sir.”
An arrogant smile lit his handsome face as she ceded.Watching his expression, another piece of the life she’d clawed so hard to rebuild crumbled into the ether.
Chapter Sixteen
Bared For Him
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KNEELING OVER THE TUB, Lawes dragged the new sponge across her toned midriff before dipping it into the warm water.Her gaze darted to his when he pushed the loofah between her legs, allowing its soft edges to brush over her sex before he redirected it to her thigh.
She shifted at the sensation, her eyes revealing her inner struggle as he helped himself to her magnificent body.The look of her then was almost as delightful as the strangled cry he’d induced when he’d tugged out the dildo that had been keeping her full for him.He’d have her ass empty while he cleaned, shaved, and punished her, and then, once he needed his insurance policy again, the deterrent would slide right back into place.
“How’s the temperature?”Since his hand was already submerged, he knew very well how the water was, but he asked anyway.
Her lips twitched as though she was trying to decide how to respond.“Good, Mr.Lawes, sir.”
He nodded, trailing the sponge to the back of her knee before he withdrew and wrung the water out in front of her.With her arms forced behind her, she looked fucking glorious.Her breasts were pushed out in front of her, and her nipples had already beaded, though whether it was being in the water or the way he’d been toying with her was impossible to ascertain.
Not impossible.He suppressed his smirk.There is a way I can find out.His cock swelled at the alluring prospect.
“Lean back,” he ordered.
Not that she had much choice.As soon as he’d instructed her to open her legs, the cuffs had insisted she shift her weight that way to accommodate him.
“I’m trying, sir.”
She certainly fucking was.Hannah Bowman was the originator of all his woe, yet she’d inspired so many highs.He’d rarely met anyone so trying.
“Tryharder, little girl.”
Employing his lower tone, he noticed the almost indiscernible way her body reacted—the way she swallowed as her breathing sped up.He loved her responsiveness and knew however he pushed her, she’d yield in the most scintillating ways possible.
“I need to wash your hair.”It was a wrench to drop the sponge and halt the teasing little game he’d initiated, but there’d be time for more later.Much more.“I want you to close your eyes while I use the shower head.”
Inching left, he secured the hose to the end of the faucet and flicked on the water again.Angling the deluge away from her, he tested the temperature before directing the torrent toward her.Pleased to see she’d done as he requested, he eased the flow over her beautiful tresses until her long mane was entirely drenched.
