Page 57 of The Secret Club
I do as he commands. I jump down from the bed which is higher than I’m used to and stand in front of Dr Jack.
“Closer,” he directs.
I take a step closer so I’m standing between his legs. Dr Jack reaches for the buttons at the top of my shirt. Carefully he undoes the top button, and his fingers graze my skin. I feel every nerve ending where he’s touched, my body becoming very aware of our proximity and the way his fingers are moving down my body, one button at a time. He pulls at my shirt and untucks it from my jean skirt. My breathing has become shallow, my heart has doubled its pace. Dr Jack is taking his time;he looks as if he’s unwrapping a present. He reaches for the fabric on my right shoulder and slowly peels it down before doing the same with the left shoulder. Carefully, he pulls the shirt down my arms and off my body.
Placing the shirt on the bed next to him, he says, “Turn around with your back to me.”
I do as he asks, and I feel his fingers undo the zip on my jean skirt and feel him tug at it over my hips and past my bottom. It drops to the floor and I step out of it and move to bend down to retrieve it.
“Stop. Leave it there. Back to where you were standing.”
I rise and am taken aback by his commanding tone. It doesn’t sound like the same person who just showed me around. I move back between his legs, and he pulls me closer so my back is now rubbing on his crutch, and I can feel just how much he’s enjoying undressing me. He unclips my bra and slowly moves each strap down my arms before pulling it off completely and putting it on the bed.
“That was for the boys,” he whispers in my ear. I look at the glass walls in front of me, but don’t see anything. They must be on the other side. Watching. “You can take that tiny piece of fabric off from between your legs please.”
I do as he asks, hooking my fingers into my red silk thong and pulling it over my hips and bottom until it drops to my ankles, and I step out of it. This time leaving it where it is. It feels strangely erotic to be standing naked in front of a glass wall not knowing who is watching and how many eyes are looking back at me.
I feel the lightest of touches as Dr Jack runs his fingers from the back of my neck, down my back and over my butt cheek. It sends a shiver down my spine. It’s then I realise it’s warm in the room. Cosy. But being naked, watched, and touched is messing with my temperature gauge.
Dr Jack keeps me standing where I am and puts both handson the back of my neck before running them down my spine again. The movement feels revered like he’s touching a woman for the first time, soft and gentle, sensual. I begin to relax, and my shoulders feel like they lower two inches. Taking his time, he carefully runs his hands over my heating skin again, along the curve of my neck sending tingles down my back. His touch is mesmerizing, and I lean into the direction of his movement.
Dr Jack leans in closer to me so I can feel his chest pressed up against my back, his breath skittery across my shoulder. He moves my ponytail away from my shoulder and presses light, slow kisses from behind my ear, down the sensitive part of my neck and across my shoulder, his right arm begins to snake around my waist and lightly strokes at the hair on my mound. He is barely touching me with his lips and his fingers, but my body comes alight with each glancing contact, he’s making me crave for more. He’s teasing me. Raising his head, he begins the slow descent of feather kisses from behind my ear, this time his right hand moves up my navel to stroke the underside of my right breast. I tip my head back slightly and moan at his touch. I can feel his mouth move into a smile against my shoulder.
“You are putty in my hands Roxy, I bet you’d let me do anything I wanted to you right now, wouldn’t you?” he asks in a low voice that might sound menacing if I wasn’t so horny right now. He’s right, I am putty. He’s turning my insides into molten lava which is being pumped right down to my pussy, my clit is throbbing for something, anything.
“Yes,” I breathe in response. “Do what you want with me.”
“All in good time my precious, all in good time,” he whispers into my ear before nibbling at my ear lobe. “I can’t keep my fingers and my lips away from you. I promised Carl I wouldn’t have come leaking out of you before he’s shaved you. I’m finding that promise increasingly difficult to keep.”
27
On that note there is a knock on the door.
“Clearly he doesn’t trust that I will keep my promise either,” he says louder now so that the man entering the room can hear.
“Roxy, please meet Carl. Carl, please meet Roxy.”
I turn, very aware of how naked I am, to see a beautiful, dark eyed man entering the room. He walks right up to me. I watch in curiosity as he doesn’t say a word, his face unmoving, his eyes focused and intent on my face. He reaches out a hand and cups my face, looking unnervingly into my eyes. Not a handshake. I take a breath as he drinks me in, the only movements are his eyes moving from left to right.
Instead of speaking he leans in and kisses me softly on the lips. He pulls away a millimetre before kissing me again so deliciously I’m caught off guard. He deepens the kiss, this stranger. I feel his tongue searching for mine, I can’t help but give it to him. He tastes of coffee and caramel and kisses me slowly, taking his time to savor me. I melt into his kiss wanting to feel closer to him. I move my hands to curve around his waist and press my body closer to his. It’s then that I feel the huge bulgein his trousers. Satisfaction courses through me, he is enjoying our introduction as much as I am.
Just as I begin to wonder if he is going to let go of himself and have me, he pulls away and holds his forehead against mine. “I can see why Dr Jack was getting carried away Roxy, you are intoxicating,” he says in a deep husky voice.
I look into his eyes but don’t say a word. He is in control now, I know what he wants.
“I would very much like to shave you now, and then come back to your lips.”
“I am looking forward to you shaving me, Carl,” I reply. Carl’s eyes light up and I know I’ve said the right thing.
“Let’s get you in position then.”
Carl pulls away and I miss his body heat immediately. I watch as he walks into the bathroom and comes out with a huge, light pink bath towel which he lays in the middle of the bed. He then walks back over to the door where I see a large bag he’s left there. A movement catches my eye to the left of the bed, and I gasp in shock. Sitting in the brown leather chair is a hulk of a man. He has a shaved head with a blond beard and a stacked body. He is wearing a black t-shirt that is stretched across his wide chest and tattooed arms. He looks relaxed, one leg crossed over the other like he’s sitting in his living room watching his favourite show. Tom, it must be him. He’s looking at me with a bland face and fierce eyes. I can’t read his expression but it’s not warm and welcoming. The rules were I’m not to speak to him so I turn my attention back to Carl who is now in the bathroom filling up a bowl of water which he carries in.
“Lie down on the towel please, Roxy.” And I do as he requests. With my head on the pillow, I can see Tom on my left and Carl on my right. Dr Jack must have slipped out of the room. Carl looks deep in his head now, this is his time, he must be in his element. I won’t say anything further now unless he speaks to me. It feels strange though. Here I am, naked in frontof two strangers. Everyone is acting as if it’s completely normal. Tom is watching on with rapt attention. Carl is busying himself in preparations which I can only assume is something he fantasizes about often.
Carl places a bowl of warm water to the right of my thigh and then kneels next to me on the giant bed. He has laid out a bar of creamy coloured soap and a razor on the towel that I’m lying on. He dips his hands into the bowl with the soap, rubbing it slowly in his hands and then he lifts my right arm and begins rubbing the softly scented soap down my arm. I can smell shea butter, I think. I watch as he then picks up the razor and runs it down my forearm from wrist to elbow. I was born very fair, it’s only as I’ve grown older that my hair colour has changed to a light coppery brown. The hair on my arms and legs has stayed fair. I’ve never shaved my arms so it’ll be a change that they’ll be as smooth as my legs for once.
Carl puts barely any pressure on the razor as he runs the blade down my forearm, carefully over and over again. Then he lifts my arm to rest it above my head and soaps up the bar of soap before gently caressing the skin under my arms. I flinch and giggle. It tickles. I don’t think anyone has ever touched me there in such an intimate way. Carl glances down at my face and his sweet smile could light up a thousand cities. It’s a mix of joy, shyness and happiness. He then picks up the razor and I can hardly feel the strokes as he runs it under my arm. He’s shaving me like a porcelain doll who might break. And I’m totally fine with his gentleness seeing as he’s very soon going to be shaving me somewhere I’d prefer to keep my skin 100% intact.
