The air feels cool against my exposed pussy, already wet with arousal despite my nervousness.
I’ve never been this vulnerable with anyone before. My legs are splayed, and my most intimate parts displayed under bright lights is a lot to take in.
My face is red, and my palms are sweaty as I wait.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, adjusting my legs to open me even wider. His eyes are focused entirely on my pussy, studying my folds a little too intensely, and I have to stop myself from squirming. “I need you spread like this to ensure you get a very thorough waxing. Every single hair needs to be removed.”
I swallow hard, watching as he pulls on the latex gloves with practiced ease.
“Is this really necessary?”
“It will make it much easier for all of us alphas to access your beautiful pussy and ass,” he explains, soothing despite how naughty it all sounds. “And we’ll be so proud of our omega for being smooth and clean for us.”
An unexpected thrill shoots through me. I want to please them all in a way I’ve never wanted to please anyone before. He seems to know the correct words to use on an omega.
Rowan tests the wax’s temperature with his finger, nodding with satisfaction before dipping a small wooden spatula into the bowl. I hold my breath as he brings the wax-covered spatula toward me, hovering just above my pubic mound.
“This will be warm,” he warns before pressing the spatula against my skin.
A gentle heat spreads across my mound as he applies the wax in a smooth, confident stroke. He works methodically, covering the thick patch of red curls at the top of my pussy with a layer of golden wax. The warmth is almost soothing, making my muscles relax slightly as he works.
“It’s relaxing…”
“See? Not so bad,” he murmurs, pressing a strip of paper firmly over the wax-covered area. He smooths it down with his fingers, ensuring it adheres properly to the wax beneath. “Now comes the part that will sting a bit. Ready?”
Before I can truly prepare myself, Rowan grips one end of the paper strip and yanks it off in one swift, decisive motion.
“Fuck!” I scream, my entire body bucking upward off the table. The pain is sharp and intense, a burning sensation that radiates outward from my pubic mound. Tears spring to my eyes instantly as I gasp for breath.
He kisses my tears. “You did such a good job, look at this.”
I look down at the strip he’s holding, seeing the clump of red curls embedded in the wax. The sight is oddly fascinating, distracting me momentarily from the lingering burn. The pain is already fading, replaced by a strange tingling sensitivity in the now-bare patch of skin.
“I can’t,” I gasp when I see him preparing for another application. “That hurt too much. I’m done.”
I try to sit up, to close my legs, but Rowan’s hand comes down firmly on my thigh, holding me in place. His expression remains gentle, but there’s no mistaking the authority in his touch.
“Oh no,” he growls. “You’re going to be a good omega and let me finish what we started. I promised you that I would get you nice and smooth. I intend to keep that promise.”
My pussy clenches and releases a fresh wave of slick that trickles down to pool on the table beneath me. The evidence of my arousal is impossible to hide, and Rowan’s nostrils flare as he catches the scent and immediately opens my legs wide again.
“Rowan!”
“Look at all that slick. You want this,” he says, quickly applying more wax, this time along the edge of my outer labia. My breath hitches as the warm substance touches the sensitive skin, so close to my most intimate parts.
“Wait,” I panic, realizing where he’s applying the wax now. “Not there, please, it’s too sensitive!”
Tears spring to my eyes again, this time from genuine fear. The skin of my labia feels impossibly delicate compared to my pubic mound, and I can’t imagine the pain of having hair ripped from there.
“Shhh,” Rowan soothes, his gloved finger gently pushing into my pussy to distract me. “I would never hurt you more than you can bear, Francine. I love you too much for that.”
Love? Did he just say he loves me?My mind reels at the declaration, so casually delivered while he’s between my legs, preparing to wax my pussy. We barely know each other, and yet...
Rowan takes advantage of my distraction to rip off the second strip. The pain is shockingly intense, a burning sting that radiates through my entire lower body.
“Aahhh!” I cry out, my back arching off the table. Tears stream down my face, blurring my vision as I gasp for breath. “Oh my god, oh my god...”
“Such a good girl,” Rowan praises, immediately bending down to press gentle kisses to the freshly bare skin of my outer labia. His lips are cool against the burning heat, soothing the sting slightly. “Look how beautiful you’re becoming.”
