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It was outright torture.

Standing up, Alexander retrieved a bottle of body wash. Squirting some of the soap onto his hand, he made quick work of building a soapy lather. He began massaging my shoulders, fingers slipping up and around my nipples until eventually working all the way down to my feet. When he moved up on me again, his hands slowed to knead my upper thighs, making his way ever so torturously over my pulsing clitoris, still aching for release from the subtle pressure of the shower head.

“I’m going to shave this glorious pussy of yours. I want to see your juices glistening all over your lips.”

What?!?!

I supposed it wasn’t that out of the ordinary. A lot of women shaved or waxed it. But it was one thing to take care of business yourself and another to let someone else do it for you. I couldn’t help the foreboding thoughts about allowing another person to put a razor on the most sensitive part of my body.

I hesitated.

“Um…”

“Do you trust me?” he asked, exerting just a little more pressure onto my clit. I leaned my head back and moaned, savoring the way he fondled, pinched, and flicked at the swollen nub.

“Yes,” I sighed.

“Then close your eyes. I just want you to feel.”

When the shaving cream hit my mound, I found myself spreading my legs even wider to give him better access to apply the cream over the tender folds. When I felt the initial swipe of the razor move across my skin, I gasped with pleasure at the unique sensation.

Alexander was careful, moving the blade with calculated precision, intent on the task at hand. My initial anxiety was replaced by pure desire. It was the most erotic turn-on—unexplainable and indescribably intimate.

“You’re so wet,” he said, trailing his fingers along my cleft. “Slide down a little on the bench.”

Once I shifted my position, he took hold of both my legs and placed them over his shoulders. Spreading me wide, he ran the razor across the newly exposed areas, stretching me open so as not to miss anything.

When he finished, he gently massaged my freshly shaved lips while rinsing away the remaining cream. Without warning, his finger pushed against my puckered rear hole, the sudden pressure catching me by surprise.

“One day, I am going to claim this ass, Krystina.” My pulse accelerated at the mention of the taboo act, my breath hitching irregularly. “Relax your body. Let me show you something new.”

When his finger tried to push into my tight entrance, I tensed in response to the foreign intrusion. I tried to relax, but my body fought it. He moved the spray over me again, letting it pulse on my clit. I gave in to the pleasure and felt myself melting under the beating force of the water.

Taking advantage of my distraction, he persisted and managed to push his finger inward to the first knuckle. I felt my tight opening greedily clench around him as he began to twist and stroke. Giving in to the moment, I allowed myself to feel the unfamiliar touch. He pushed in a little deeper and continued to prod and caress. Before long, I was twitching with need.

When he paused in his stroking and pulled his finger out, I gasped in dismay. It was almost shocking. I actually wished he would put it back, which was the complete opposite of what I’d wanted five minutes before.

“Oh, please…” I arched against him, feeling wanton for craving his finger once more.

“My angel likes this,” he observed and pushed into me once again. But this time, I was ready and relaxed enough to take in more of him. “That’s a good girl. Feel my finger while I taste you.”

His tongue swiped against my swollen labia. Once. Twice. And on the third time, I cried out.

“I’m going to come!”

“Oh, no. Not yet. This is your punishment, remember?”

Suddenly, he stopped everything. He had removed his finger, and gone was his tongue. All of the air in my lungs left with a solid whoosh, my frustration reaching the ultimate peak. I was desperate, and my body begged for release.

“Please, Alex! Just…just take me. I’m yours,” I panted, barely able to get the words out.

At that, he pulled me into a standing position and spun me around so I was facing the bench.

“Bend over. Place your hands on the seat.”

I did as he instructed without delay, and within half of a second, I felt his cock plunge deep, stretching the tissues still swollen from the night before. He splayed his palms across my backside, running his fingers down the seam of my ass. Using his thumb, he pressed against my rear hole without quite inserting it.

“Yes, please…” I begged, not giving the specifics of what I desperately wanted.