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I lift her foot higher and place a tender kiss on the ball of her sole. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I jest, smirking as I rest her foot against my chest. After thoroughly washing her shin, I lift the razor from the edge of the tub.
Layla tugs at my firm hold on her ankle and scoffs. “You aren’t shaving me.”
“I am.” I slide the blade from her ankle to her knee. “I suggest you stay still before you make a mess of us both in this tub.”
“This is weird,” she mutters. “So fucking weird.”
“No, it’s new.” I resume shaving the short, prickly hairs from her leg as I continue, “You’ve just never been with a man who enjoys taking care of you. Who treats you like the queen that you are.”
Content with the smoothness of her soft skin, I place her leg back into the water and reach for the other. I thoroughly wash it and glide the razor over her skin as she watches me in silence. I kiss her now slightly prune-skinned toes and put her foot back into the water.
“You will give so much to me with your submission. Taking care of you is just a small way I repay you for that gift, and it’s something I thoroughly enjoy.” I pause to extend my hand to her. “Now, come here.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
LAYLA
Taking Tristan’s hand, he drags me across the tub and settles me between his thighs with my back against his chest. Holding me against him with his arm wrapped around me, he diligently rubs the cloth over my stomach and breasts. It isn’t sexual, but having him wash me might be the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced.
He drags the cloth over both my arms, looping each of them behind his head when he finishes. After quickly shaving under both my arms, he wipes them clean and lowers them. I watch him drag the cloth down my stomach, swallowing hard as it dips between the dissipated remaining foam from the bath bomb.
Parting my thighs, he tenderly scrubs any remnants of him from my thighs and pussy. He wraps his hand around my leg, squeezing gently and spreading me wider.
“Tris—” I try to stall him.
“Shhhh.” He holds me open as he lifts the razor from the lip of the tub and places it between my thighs. “I love how smooth you keep your sweet cunt for me.”
I hold my breath watching him gingerly slide the blade over the lips of my pussy. He is meticulous, parting my lips to ensure I am completely smooth for him.
I was wrong.
This is the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Breathe, mo cuishle,” he whispers against my ear. “I won’t hurt you.”
“Just a little nervous,” I admit. My anxiousness getting the best of me, I blurt out, “Do you shave a lot of pussies?”
“No.” I can hear the amused smile on his face.
“You mean I’m letting you shave me without knowing what you’re doing?” I gasp foolheartedly.
He places the razor back on the edge of the tub when he finishes. His hand is immediately back between my thighs. “It sure fucking feels like I know what I’m doing,” his voice is gravelly as he rubs his fingers over my pussy.
Grabbing my hand, he drags it between my legs and presses my fingers against my pussy. He rubs them over my perfectly smooth skin. My fingertip dusts over my clit, and I can’t stifle moan.
“Does that mean my work is to your liking?” he teases, releasing his hold on my hand.
“I guess.” I shrug and lightly roll my eyes.
“So fucking bratty.” He draws out the words while snaking both his arms around me and pulling me flush to his chest. He kisses along my neck. “Come stay with me.”
Looking over my shoulder, I meet his gaze.
He’s fucking serious.
Uncertain if this is a demand, I ask, “Are you asking me or telling me?”
“I’m recommending,” he clarifies. “You have so much potential to be an impeccable submissive. Downright perfect.
