Page 44 of Clawed
“Ticklish, are you?”He chuckled at her horrified expression.“I don’t think I knew that about you, Hannah.”
She bit down on her lower lip, as though her mouth was to blame for the disclosure.
“We’ll need to shave under there, too.”His fingers retreated.“But not now.I want those wrists to stay bound while I work on the most important shave.”
Reaching into the water, he found her pussy and tugged at the hair surrounding it.Right on cue, her breathing accelerated again, her face ashen when he stretched around her and yanked the plug from its home.
“S-sir?”She twisted as best she could to acknowledge the gurgling sounds of the water disappearing.
“Don’t worry.”He kissed her shoulder as he crawled the short distance back to where she was sitting.“We need to lose most of the water, but the radiator will keep you warm.”
He motioned toward the slim heater on the other side of the room, but her attention was fixed firmly on the shower head he’d collected from between her legs.As the water level lowered, the power of the spray became more noticeable, and splashing it over her sex, she leapt from the tub.
“I thought you’d like that.”He grinned as he directed the flow over her inner thigh.“Legs apart, remember.You’re already getting punished, young lady.I don’t need any additional impetus.”
She slid her knees wider, the threat of what was to come sufficient to force her to act, but he sensed her panic as the shower head edged closer to her sex.
“Please, Mr.Lawes, sir.”Her desperate tone was fucking superb.“It’s too much.”
“I decide what’s too much.”He thrust the flow at her clit, reveling in her distress at the direct stimulation.Inevitably, she snapped her knees closed in an attempt to thwart his plan, her gaze flying to his guiltily.“Legs.Open!”He growled the instruction, holding the knee nearest to him as her legs splayed wide again.“And don’t make me say it twice.”
A crease appeared in her otherwise flawless brow at the rebuke, and he could tell how much effort it was for her not to respond when he dragged the cascading flow back over her helpless sex.
“Oh God.”
She gritted her teeth, her eyes closing as he insisted she endure the stimulus.It must have taken every ounce of her remaining energy, but somehow, she obliged, her thighs trembling as she kept them open for him to taunt her.
“Very good.”Casting the shower head to one side, he shifted to grab the shaving foam.
The look on her agonized face was fucking priceless.
“That’s one way of putting it, Mr.Lawes, sir.”She exhaled at the reprieve, not even flinching when he rubbed the foam over her pubic hair.
“This is going to take some work.”His stare was accusing, though he realized the recrimination was ridiculous.Her hair grew there naturally, and there was nothing wrong with that.He just preferred his pussy smooth and bared.“So, settle back andkeep still.” He emphasized the final two words, but acknowledged there was little chance she’d do anything to risk him cutting her in such an intimate area.
“Once you’re properly bared, I’ll readjust your binds and shave your underarms.”Washing his hands in the spray, he grabbed the razor and considered how best to start.“After that, little girl, you’ll get what’s coming to you.”
