Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
“They could bring Ethan, too,” Madison pointed out.
He gave her credit. If she wanted to make him rethink his strategy, that was the most effective argument at her disposal, but… “That’s my problem. Your only concern is to trust me and do what I tell you. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” He wasn’t particularly interested in being called Sir or Master, but he loved hearing his name on her lips.
“Yes, Matt.”
“Now, open your knees and spread your legs wider. Dangle your toes off the corners.”
She hesitated.
“Madison?” He grabbed a fistful of her hair. “You’ve spread your legs for me for nearly two weeks.”
“In the dungeon when I knew you were going to reward me. But this isn’t for my pleasure. Or even yours.”
“You either trust me or you don’t. Decide which quickly. If you don’t, get up and get dressed, because we have a shitload to talk about.”
Madison paused, her entire body taut as if she was poised to flee. Matt practically felt her thoughts racing. Finally, she let out a rough breath and pried her knees apart before sliding her toes over opposite corners, parting her legs wider.
Relief slid through him. “I know that wasn’t easy. Good girl.”
She dragged in a calming breath, clearly taking strength from his praise. But her compliance was hardly perfect. Play time was over.
“Relax into the table. No moving. No making sounds. No reacting. I won’t tell you again.” He let the unspoken promise of more punishment hang between them as he settled the headphones back in place, cutting off her sound.
“Yes, Matt.”
Though she’d given him that answer many times, her compliance, now that she knew he was as likely to give her punishment as pleasure, flipped some switch in him.
Before Jack Cole, bless the guy, had sat him down and explained things, Matt hadn’t understood his sexual appetites and urges. He was still coming to terms with the fact he was kinky, not abnormal. Watching Madison struggle to obey and succeeding—for him—both made him proud and lit him on fire.
He gathered the supplies he’d collected earlier, filled a bowl with warm water, then took everything to the living area and set them at her side. He pulled up a chair and perched at the foot of the table, staring between her spread legs. Morning sun shined in, illuminating her skin in all its pearly glory and glistening off the wetness seeping from her swollen pussy. Her head might not like obeying commands that filled her with apprehension…but her body clearly did.
He pushed her knees farther apart, then down, guiding the soles of her feet together until she lay in a butterfly pose, every inch of her exposed. Other than a sharp intake of breath, she didn’t react. Not for one second did he believe she complied simply to avoid another mouthful of Cajun peppers. She was handing over her trust because she wanted to please him, and that made him love her even more.
He brushed his thumb across her pouting folds, lingering on her clit, before he plucked up a small pair of scissors.
Madison kept things neat, but he trimmed her pubic hair back as short as he could, gratified that she never moved or flinched. He caressed her thigh in silent praise, winding his fingers up her leg until he encompassed her hip and skimmed the delicate bone there. A hint of a smile played across her face, but she smothered the expression as quickly as it appeared.
Once Matt set the scissors aside, he reached for the cylindrical can he’d settled near the curve of her waist. He sprayed the foam into his palm, glad for the headphones. If she wasn’t wearing them, the unmistakable sound would have given away his next move.
He spread the cool, menthol shaving cream over her mound and fingered it down her lips, taking note of her hitching breath before he quickly wiped his hands clean on a nearby towel and reached for the razor.
Bracing his free hand on her inner thigh, he leaned in, breathing across her sensitive flesh. Her barely audible inhalations became a full-blown gasp. Then, as if realizing she’d disobeyed, she bit her lip, looking apologetic.
Too late.
Matt began shaving away every visible strand of her pubic hair. He leaned in, hovering just above her pussy, slowly and methodically dragging the blades over her sensitive flesh and scraping away the white foam to reveal soft, baby-pink skin. When he’d finished, he rinsed her clean, toweled her off, then petted her satiny cunt.
Madison trembled, seemingly trying not to squirm. He gave her an A for effort, but she couldn’t hide from him. He could tell she both loved and hated the intimacy of him grooming her. When he exhaled on her flesh, caressing her and focusing on her alone, she basked, falling into the submissive place in her head he’d come to know well. But did she understand why he’d chosen to shave her bare and why he hadn’t explained his rationale first?