Page 61 of The Secret Club
“Of course, although I’m going to need to take the fondue slowly.”
“Baby girl, you take all the time you need. If you like, we can sit back on the bed like we did before, I’ll rub your stomach as you eat the cake. How does that sound?”
“Sounds like a perfect idea,” I reply, maybe him rubbing my stomach will help the food go down, or at least alleviate the stretch and over-full feeling I’m experiencing.
Cook climbs onto the bed fully clothed, I climb on and lower with my back resting on him and the fondu and spoon in my hand.
“Here you go now baby girl, start eating like a good girl, I’m going to make you feel all better.”
Despite not wanting to eat any more food, I spoon in the first mouthful of dessert and moan at the deliciousness of it. Chocolate fondue is another favourite and the texture to this one is just right. It’s not too dense but not too light either. I feel slightly better as Cook rubs his hands down my sides, and then around my stomach, making circles—each hand taking it inturns. His hands do bring me comfort and I try to continue eating more. I’m halfway finished when I have to start taking deep breaths to try and make more room.
“You can do it baby girl, every last spoonful. It’s going to make you big and strong and beautiful for me.”
I take another spoonful.
“I wonder what will look bigger in a few day’s time. Will it be your breasts, your hips maybe or this beautiful stomach.”
Oh god, the calories I’m ingesting just in this dessert I can feel go straight to my hips. It’s a good thing I could do with an extra kilo or two. But I think I might be gaining one each day at this rate…
After a few more words of motivation, I manage to scrape the bowl clean. Never have I felt Christmas full twice in one day.
“You have been such a good girl. I’m going to let you settle in for the night, but I’ll see you tomorrow morning for breakfast.” With that Cook climbs off the bed and reaches for my bowl. Then he piles the plates back onto his trolley and he happily leaves me to myself.
I can see why people say they fall into a food coma when they’ve eaten too much, that is exactly how I feel right now. But I drag myself up from the bed and go brush my teeth with the supplies Dr Jack bought for me. I use the toilet and look at myself in the mirror above the sink. I stand there for a moment and really look. I know I’m the same person, I look the same and I feel the same, but what I have done today is not something I would have done a year ago. Yet it surprises me how totally unchanged I feel. I’m not repulsed or remorseful, I’m not upset or sad that I’ve sold my body to get ahead. I’m not even fussed that I stand here naked as the day I was born. Something has shifted, but maybe that’s acceptance of who I am and what I choose to do with my body. I’m a big girl and I can take ownership of this decision I have made. I have enjoyed today.More than I ever imagined. Maybe not every day will be like this, I have met only half the men who are paying for me. But at least for today, I can look myself in the eye and know I’m being true to myself.
Leaving the bathroom, I climb back into the bed and begin to read before my eyelids become heavy and I put the book aside. It’s then I wonder who might turn the lights off. Thankfully, the moment my head hits the pillow, they change to barely there dim lights. It’s not pitch black, but this I can handle, as well as the reminder that I’m constantly being watched. It’s been a big day; my body feels heavy. Surprisingly, I drift off to sleep like I’m at home.
31
Iawake to soft music coming from the speaker on the table. The lights are still dimmed, and I wonder if I have awoken because of the music or because I slept all night. I have no way of knowing what the time is, so I try and gauge how I’m feeling and if I still need more sleep. As I take stock of my body, I feel something wet between my legs. I pull the covers back and sure enough, there is something sticky on the inside of my thighs. I frown. Did I do that? No, it looks like semen. But I didn’t have sex with anyone last night. Surely, I would have woken if Darcy had come to visit me? I know I am a heavy sleeper, but who sleeps through having a visitor in the night? Maybe we didn’t have sex, maybe he just came on me. But that doesn’t make much sense.
I climb out of bed, trying not to make a mess as I pad off to the bathroom. After using the toilet, I remember Dr Jack’s instructions. Shower, then shave, then eat. So, without knowing what the time is, I turn on the shower and climb in.
Once I’m clean, I have a drink of water from the taps and brush my teeth. As I’m drying my hair with a towel and walking out of the bathroom, I startle to see Carl eagerly sittingon the bed and Tom in the corner, looking relaxed in his armchair.
“Good morning you two,” I smile cheerily. “How are you today?” I glance at Tom but rest my eyes on Carl who I assume will be the only one who answers my question.
“All the better for seeing you right now,” Carl answers brightly but still looking a little twitchy as though he’s nervous. I try and break the tension with a silly comment.
“I’m sorry you have caught me getting dressed. Oh wait, I don’t have any clothes,” I say with a self-deprecating smile.
Carl walks up to me and pulls a wet strand of hair that is stuck under my chin and places it behind my ear. “Clothes wouldn’t suit you princess.” There is a twinkle in his midnight black eyes. Up close he looks so much younger than he seems, his skin is flawless and freckles scatter across his nose. He leans forwards and kisses me softly on the lips. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you since the minute I left you.” Then he leans back in and kisses me more deeply, that familiar taste of coffee and caramel invading my taste buds. I find myself absorbed in this man, his mouth, the way he gently pulls me closer to him and holds one hand around my neck and the other around my bare waist. There is something so unassuming and gentle about him, this beautiful, tan man who likes to kiss me like a delicate flower and shave me like it should be a service offered in a spa. Caressing his tongue with mine, it’s me who wants to push deeper, take more and give more to him. But I have to catch myself. I need to be how he wants me to be. I need to give and not take, I’m happy with whatever he chooses to give to me.
Pulling away only to look into my eyes, I feel his warm breath on my lips as he says, “I can’t wait to shave you again Roxy. Are you ready?”
“I can’t wait to have your special treatment and you all to myself again Carl.”
He gives me a shy knowing smile, I liked his style of kink and I want him to know it. Pulling away, he repeats exactly what he did the following morning. He retrieves the towel, asks me to lie down on it, and brings in a bowl of warm soapy water along with the soap, washcloth and oil. I relax back and enjoy the way he makes me feel, pampered and cherished. I enjoy watching his reverence as he carefully shaves all the tiny, minute stubble away from my arms, legs and between my legs. I breathe deeply as he rubs that slippery, sweet-smelling oil into my skin finishing up at my folds. I move my hips to the rhythm of his rubbing, hoping he’ll rub his slippery fingers on my clit too. He seems to take the hint and begins rubbing three fingers in slow languorous circles, his eyes tipping up to mine for the first time since he began shaving me.
Watching Carl shave me has been a test to my restraint as each swipe of the razor to my pussy, each swipe of the oil on his fingertips has sent my core into meltdown. I’m barely hanging on by a thread. And then that thread ruptures into a thousand pieces as pleasure pulses through me and I ride the wave that the climax is delivering to me.
“That was beautiful,” mutters Carl, “Will you rub the oil into my dick now?”
“It would be my pleasure,” I reply in a slow blissed out voice. “Here, switch places with me, lie down on the towel.”
He does as I suggest, I unclasp the dark jeans he has on today and pull those, and his boxers down his thighs and then off completely. I squirt a couple of droplets of the oil into my hand and then kneeling in between his bare legs, I begin to work my slippery hands up and down his stiff erect cock. There is no hair to dip the oil onto. I use one hand to massage his balls and then seek lower to his taint.
Carl looks like he’s caught between absolute pleasure and something else, I think he’s trying to hold on to his climax. “You can let go you know Carl; I can do this every morning if youwould like me to?” I ask in a low voice. “Or you can have me any way you like every day, especially after you shave my pussy so well.”
