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CHAPTER TEN
Sophia pullsup the hem of my shirt, but she’s too short to pull it all the way over my head. Reaching up, I grab my shirt from behind, yank it off, and cast it aside. Her hands roam over my chest, her fingers gliding across my skin as she intently studies my tattoos. She rubs her hand over my chest, shoulder, and arm as if she can actually feel the tattoos as something separate from my skin. I watch her with what I’m sure is the same curiosity as she watched me just a minute ago.
“This is gorgeous,” she compliments my ink. “How long did it take to get all this done?”
“It was over a period of time, baby,” I patiently explain. “I didn’t get them all at once. Just kept going back and adding to it.”
She traces it back up my arm, across my shoulder, and onto my chest again. Her other hand rises and the contact of her skin on mine is again like an electric charge running through me.
“You work out a lot, don’t you, Dom?” she asks as she runs her fingers across my abdominal muscles.
“Yes, I do. I have a personal trainer who puts me through the ringer every day during the week. I usually take weekends off.”
“What about this week?” she looks up at me through her eyelashes as her hands keep traveling south to my pants.
“I’ll get up early and use the hotel’s gym. You’ll still be asleep,” I say, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she unbuckles my belt, unbuttons my pants, and then slowly unzips them. Letting go of them, they fall to the floor and I step out of them.
I then pull her up to stand and encircle my arms around her to unzip her skirt. I follow it over her hips and down her legs to the floor, until I’m kneeling in front of her. I look up at her as I remove her panties and she steps out of them. Wrapping my hands around her, I grasp her ass in my hands and knead it as I tenderly kiss her stomach.
“Sophia,My Angel, I’m ready for more of my special cupcake,” I tell her, my mouth still against her skin as a smile crawls across my face. She whimpers in response as my tongue flicks out across her hipbone.
Standing, I lift and carry her into the luxurious open shower area. After placing her on the built in bench seat, I use the handheld showerhead to wet her hair. After placing it where the warm water will cascade over her and warm her chilled skin, I lather her hair with the amber wood and vanilla scented shampoo and rinse it, watching the suds and water flow over her beautiful skin.
Picking up the matching soap, I lather a washcloth and begin washing her body. She opens her eyes and watches me, but the look on her face says she’s slightly uncomfortable. I kneel in front of her, gently lift her leg, and wash her while keeping my eyes trained on hers.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,My Angel,” I state. It’s not a question.
“I’m thinking I should be doing this for you instead of you doing it for me,” she answers honestly.
“I see,” I reply cryptically while I keep rubbing her skin with the perfumed soap. “Sophia, do you think I would do this if I didn’t want to? If I didn’t enjoy it?”
She looks taken aback for a second when she stammers, “I never really thought of it that way, Dom. I’m sorry I disappointed you again,” and drops her eyes to the floor.
“Sophia, I’m not disappointed in you. I will tell you when you disappointment me, so you never have to question that. If I don’t say it, I’m not thinking it. Deal?”
She wipes at her eyes and nods her head in agreement. “Deal, Dom.”
“As far as showering, washing you, bathing with you, it is a pleasure for me to do it. Put everything else out of your mind. Do you like it?” I ask, sincerely wanting to know her answer.
“Yes. It makes me feel special,” she meekly replies.
“Youarespecial to me,My Angel. I want you to feel special, I want to do this, and I want you to allow yourself to enjoy it. For me,” I add.
“Yes, Dom,” she says, and I can tell she wants to add more, so I give her a moment to pull herself together. “You’re just so different. Is this real? Is this how it really should be?”
“This is just the beginning of how it should be, baby,” I soothe her. “There’s so much more we can experience together and it’s all for your pleasure. I’ve told you, if you don’t like something, we can stop and never do it again. Or, you can say no and we will never do it at all.”
She shakes her head, as if to clear the thoughts that are trying to take over, and cups my cheek in her hand. Lightly stroking my face, her fingers scrape against the scruff of my eternal five o’clock shadow. “You are too good to be true,” she whispers. “Can I kiss you now?”
I smile warmly at her, “That’s another question you never have to ask, baby. You canalwayskiss me.” Leaning in to each other, we meet in the middle and our warm, gentle kiss quickly turns red-hot and demanding. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer to her, our wet bodies again warmed by our mutual desire.
I push her back against the tile wall and break our kiss to move down and explore her body. “You are so beautiful,” the words each punctuated with an open mouth kiss to her body. Taking one nipple between my thumb and index finger, I gently roll it back and forth as I continue my southward journey on her body. “Mmmm, I think it’s time for dessert and my choice is cupcake,” I say enticingly as I spread her legs farther apart.
Without any preamble, I take her clit into my mouth and swiftly suck it. She cries out and sits straight up in response. Her hands fly to my head and she clenches my hair in her fists. My fingers grip her hips and I pull her ass to the edge of the bench seat to get better access.
“No squirming,My Angel. Sit still and just feel it,” I instruct her. She bites her lip but nods her head in agreement. I lap her from bottom to top and back again. She sits still, except for the slight pull on my hair, and I smile against her inner thigh. With a little more force and tenacity, I taste my cupcake again. “This is the best cupcake I’ve ever eaten, Sophia.”
