Chapter Sixteen
Bared For Him
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K NEELING OVER THE TUB , Lawes dragged the new sponge across her toned midriff before dipping it into the warm water. Her gaze darted to his when he pushed the loofah between her legs, allowing its soft edges to brush over her sex before he redirected it to her thigh.
She shifted at the sensation, her eyes revealing her inner struggle as he helped himself to her magnificent body.
The look of her then was almost as delightful as the strangled cry he’d induced when he’d tugged out the dildo that had been keeping her full for him.
He’d have her ass empty while he cleaned, shaved, and punished her, and then, once he needed his insurance policy again, the deterrent would slide right back into place.
“How’s the temperature?” Since his hand was already submerged, he knew very well how the water was, but he asked anyway.
Her lips twitched as though she was trying to decide how to respond. “Good, Mr. Lawes, sir.”
He nodded, trailing the sponge to the back of her knee before he withdrew and wrung the water out in front of her.
With her arms forced behind her, she looked fucking glorious.
Her breasts were pushed out in front of her, and her nipples had already beaded, though whether it was being in the water or the way he’d been toying with her was impossible to ascertain.
Not impossible. He suppressed his smirk. There is a way I can find out. His cock swelled at the alluring prospect.
“Lean back,” he ordered.
Not that she had much choice. As soon as he’d instructed her to open her legs, the cuffs had insisted she shift her weight that way to accommodate him.
“I’m trying, sir.”
She certainly fucking was. Hannah Bowman was the originator of all his woe, yet she’d inspired so many highs. He’d rarely met anyone so trying.
“Try harder , little girl.”
Employing his lower tone, he noticed the almost indiscernible way her body reacted—the way she swallowed as her breathing sped up. He loved her responsiveness and knew however he pushed her, she’d yield in the most scintillating ways possible.
“I need to wash your hair.” It was a wrench to drop the sponge and halt the teasing little game he’d initiated, but there’d be time for more later. Much more . “I want you to close your eyes while I use the shower head.”
Inching left, he secured the hose to the end of the faucet and flicked on the water again.
Angling the deluge away from her, he tested the temperature before directing the torrent toward her.
Pleased to see she’d done as he requested, he eased the flow over her beautiful tresses until her long mane was entirely drenched.
Shifting the shower head back into the water, he reached for the combined shampoo and conditioner he’d chosen. He had no idea if the product was what she liked, but the point was moot. She was his, and if he wanted her hair to smell of coconut, then it would.
There was solace in that thought as he rubbed the product between his palms and splayed it along her sodden hair.
Sandwiching the wet strands between his palms, he was struck by how still she’d remained and the odd intimacy of her surrender.
In the past, there’d been such fight in her, yet there she was, submitting just as he’d commanded.
“You have stunning hair, little girl.”
There was really no need for the praise. Not given her cuffs and her obvious vulnerability, but as he cleaned his hands in the water, he realized he wanted to offer the compliment.
She was beautiful, and he wanted her to know it. Equally, she could have complained and resisted the bath, could have kicked and lashed out as best as a bound woman could. He’d half expected her to, but for some sublime reason, she hadn’t.
His brows briefly knitted at the disconcerting thought. Why hadn’t she?
He should have been happy with the conclusion, but he didn’t trust her tranquility.
Hannah could change her mind at any moment.
She could move to headbutt him or do even worse if she managed to get her hands on the razor.
His gaze flitted reflexively to the waiting blade on the other side of the tub.
“Thank you, Mr. Lawes, sir.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Am I allowed to open my eyes now?”
He chuckled at the way she sought permission after acting, but he supposed with Hannah, he should have expected the behavior.
“Uh oh.” He shook his head, doing his best to convey the seriousness of the offense, though suspecting his smile negated the effect. “Absolutely not. Back into position, please.”
She shifted awkwardly, nearly slipping to one side and knocking her head against the tub. He caught her on instinct, stopping her descent and righting her before he reached around her delicious body and grasped a nipple.
“Be careful,” he pinched the bud cruelly, the gesture sending a bolt of electricity straight to his cock.
“Y-yes, Mr. Lawes, sir.” She grappled her hands back into the optimum position at the base of her back. “I’m sorry.”
“Head back.”
His firm tone belied how happy he was to have saved her. There was something magnificent about binding a woman so effectively that she required him to rescue her. The paradox was mesmerizing.
He gave her a few seconds to comply, and, grabbing the shower head, he worked the water back through her conditioned tresses until her hair was clean.
“That’s better.” He stretched the hose of the cheap shower head around the back of her and laid it between her legs. Naturally, with the tub half-filled with water, she hardly noticed its effect, but he had plans to remedy that problem. “Now, open your eyes. It’s time to shave you.”
Her expression was anxious when she turned in his direction, but wisely, she declined to comment on his plan.
“Leg up.” He tugged gently at the ankle nearest him. “Let’s see what I’m working with.”
Biting her lip, she lifted her leg as best she could, allowing him to direct it to the edge of the tub. He ran his palm over her lower leg, his gaze landing on hers.
“This shouldn’t take long,” he concluded. “But I’m going to need you to stay still, little girl.”
“Yes, Mr. Lawes, sir.” She nodded, her eyes wide as he reached for the razor and shaving foam.
Removing the lid of the can, he sprayed a ball of foam into his palm before spreading the froth over her sleek leg. Her breaths became increasingly labored as he bent her limb to ensure full coverage, and by the time he’d collected the razor, she seemed close to hyperventilating.
“Relax.” He threw her a stern glance, “I’m not going to hurt you.” Though he understood that coming from the man who’d hunted her down and abducted her again, that concept was relative.
Her expression was pained. “I’ve just never let anyone do this to me before.”
“And now you don’t have a choice.” Trailing the blade from her slim ankle to the base of her knee, he finished her line of thought.
“That’s right,” she squeaked.
He resisted the urge to glance her way as he worked on that first leg. Pleased with his effort, he tapped her calf gently. “Swap legs now.”
Slowly, she shifted, replacing the shaved limb with the other leg, which she propped up on the opposite side of the bath.
Climbing to his feet, he leaned over her delectable body and set to work on leaving her second leg hair-free.
By the time he was finished, his lower back was aching, but he was proud of what he’d achieved.
Glancing her way, though, he realized that while the cuffs had done a magnificent job of restraining his little girl, they were going to inhibit his ability to shave her underarms.
Placing down the razor, he moved to trail a finger over her shoulder and dipped his digit under her arm. She startled at the change of tack, bursting into abrupt laughter as his fingertips grazed her sensitive skin.
“Ticklish, are you?” He chuckled at her horrified expression. “I don’t think I knew that about you, Hannah.”
She bit down on her lower lip, as though her mouth was to blame for the disclosure.
“We’ll need to shave under there, too.” His fingers retreated. “But not now. I want those wrists to stay bound while I work on the most important shave.”
Reaching into the water, he found her pussy and tugged at the hair surrounding it. Right on cue, her breathing accelerated again, her face ashen when he stretched around her and yanked the plug from its home.
“S-sir?” She twisted as best she could to acknowledge the gurgling sounds of the water disappearing.
“Don’t worry.” He kissed her shoulder as he crawled the short distance back to where she was sitting. “We need to lose most of the water, but the radiator will keep you warm.”
He motioned toward the slim heater on the other side of the room, but her attention was fixed firmly on the shower head he’d collected from between her legs. As the water level lowered, the power of the spray became more noticeable, and splashing it over her sex, she leapt from the tub.
“I thought you’d like that.” He grinned as he directed the flow over her inner thigh. “Legs apart, remember. You’re already getting punished, young lady. I don’t need any additional impetus.”
She slid her knees wider, the threat of what was to come sufficient to force her to act, but he sensed her panic as the shower head edged closer to her sex.
“Please, Mr. Lawes, sir.” Her desperate tone was fucking superb. “It’s too much.”
“I decide what’s too much.” He thrust the flow at her clit, reveling in her distress at the direct stimulation.
Inevitably, she snapped her knees closed in an attempt to thwart his plan, her gaze flying to his guiltily.
“Legs. Open!” He growled the instruction, holding the knee nearest to him as her legs splayed wide again. “And don’t make me say it twice.”
A crease appeared in her otherwise flawless brow at the rebuke, and he could tell how much effort it was for her not to respond when he dragged the cascading flow back over her helpless sex.
“Oh God.”
She gritted her teeth, her eyes closing as he insisted she endure the stimulus. It must have taken every ounce of her remaining energy, but somehow, she obliged, her thighs trembling as she kept them open for him to taunt her.
“Very good.” Casting the shower head to one side, he shifted to grab the shaving foam.
The look on her agonized face was fucking priceless.
“That’s one way of putting it, Mr. Lawes, sir.” She exhaled at the reprieve, not even flinching when he rubbed the foam over her pubic hair.
“This is going to take some work.” His stare was accusing, though he realized the recrimination was ridiculous.
Her hair grew there naturally, and there was nothing wrong with that.
He just preferred his pussy smooth and bared.
“So, settle back and keep still. ” He emphasized the final two words, but acknowledged there was little chance she’d do anything to risk him cutting her in such an intimate area.
“Once you’re properly bared, I’ll readjust your binds and shave your underarms.” Washing his hands in the spray, he grabbed the razor and considered how best to start. “After that, little girl, you’ll get what’s coming to you.”