Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
In which I discover I have a hard time saying no to Ocean…even when he asks to shave certain parts of me. I must be crazy.
My erection returned in full force at those words. Jesus fuck, this man had no qualms about embarrassing me in public, did he? I slid into the car, grateful for the privacy screen between us and the driver.
But of course, Ocean wasn’t done yet. He rested his hand on my thigh, dangerously close to the iron pipe in my pants, his fingers tracing lazy circles. I had to fight to stay still, to ignore. My face was turned away, as if I was watching our surroundings, but I couldn’t see a thing. Not with his hand so close to my cock.
“Enjoying the ride, Cash?” Ocean’s voice was low and playful.
I cleared my throat. “It’s, uh, very smooth.”
Ocean chuckled, his fingers inching higher. “I wasn’t talking about the car.”
Heat flooded my cheeks as his hand brushed against my growing arousal. I shifted in my seat, torn between pulling away and pressing closer.
“Ocean, we’re not exactly alone here,” I murmured, glancing toward the privacy partition. Thank god for the dark-tinted windows, or everyone on the street would be able to see me.
“Don’t worry, the driver can’t hear a thing.” Ocean’s fingers danced along my length, igniting sparks of pleasure. “Besides, I love seeing you all flustered like this.”
My breath hitched as he gave me a firm squeeze through my trousers. Desire pooled in my gut, warring with my sense of propriety. I was a billionaire CEO, for god’s sake. I shouldn’t be getting felt up in the back of a car like a horny teenager. And yet…
“F-fuck,” I gasped as Ocean’s nimble fingers opened my fly.
“That’s it,” Ocean purred. His ocean-blue eyes gleamed with mischief and arousal. “No need to be embarrassed. You look so beautiful when you’re turned on.”
I whimpered as his warm hand wrapped around my cock. My hips bucked involuntarily, chasing his touch. Part of me wanted to regain control, to be the powerful, commanding man I presented to the world. But a larger part reveled in Ocean’s dominance, in the exquisite vulnerability of submitting to his desires.
“Ocean, please,” I breathed, not sure if I was begging him to stop or continue.
He leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear. “Don’t fight it, Cash. Let yourself feel good.”
A shudder ran through me at his words. I surrendered to the pleasure, to the delicious wrongness of getting a hand job in the backseat while the oblivious driver navigated Melbourne’s streets. Ocean’s grip was perfect, alternating firm strokes with teasing caresses that left me trembling and leaking.
“That’s it,” Ocean murmured encouragingly. “You’re doing so well for me.”
I bit back a moan, my cheeks burning with equal parts shame and arousal. I shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t crave his praise and dominance. But god help me, I did.
Ocean didn’t go easy on me, of course. Every time I came close to coming, he backed off, pulling me right back from that brink. I wanted to protest, but one look at the gleam in his eye made me reconsider. And so I enjoyed and suffered in equal measure.
As we neared the hotel, panic mixed with my pleasure. “Ocean, I can’t… We’re almost there.”
He tucked my cock—still unrelentingly hard—back into my underwear and zipped up my pants. That was all great, but that didn’t exactly solve my problem. How the hell was I gonna get out without showing everyone what we’d been up to?
As the car pulled up to the Queen Victoria Hotel, I frantically took off my jacket, draping it over my lap to hide the evidence of my arousal. My heart pounded as I tried to regain some semblance of composure.
Ocean chuckled, his hand giving my thigh a reassuring squeeze. “No need to look so flustered. You’re gorgeous when you’re all worked up.”
I shot him a look that was part exasperation, part lingering desire. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one with a raging hard-on in public.”
As we stepped out of the car, I kept the jacket strategically positioned, hyperaware of every movement. The fresh evening air did little to calm the fire Ocean had stoked within me.
“I need to grab something from the concierge,” Ocean said, leading me toward the desk. “Wait here a sec.”
I watched as he approached Mike and engaged in a brief, hushed conversation. Mike nodded, disappearing into a back room before returning with a discreet brown package.
“What’s that?” I asked as Ocean rejoined me, curiosity momentarily overriding my embarrassment.
Ocean winked, tucking the package under his arm. “A little something to make our evening more interesting .”
The way he emphasized “interesting” sent a shiver down my spine. “Ocean…”
“Patience, Cash.” He guided me toward the elevators. “All good things come to those who wait.”
I swallowed hard, equal parts nervous and excited. What had I gotten myself into?
When we stepped into our suite, Ocean locked the door behind us. He’d kept me on edge for a good twenty minutes now. Surely he’d let me come soon, right?
“So,” I ventured, trying to sound casual, “how about we continue where we left off in the car?”
Ocean’s eyes met mine, a glimmer of amusement dancing in their depths. “We’ll get there, Cash. But first, I need you to do something for me.”
My breath caught in my throat. “What’s that?”
He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low, commanding tone that sent shivers through me. “I want you to take a shower. A thorough one.”
I blinked, caught off guard. “A shower? That’s not what I was expecting.”
Ocean chuckled, a sound that was both warm and slightly menacing. “I’m full of surprises, remember?” He reached into the brown package, pulling out an object. “And you’ll be using this.”
My eyes widened as I recognized what it was—an anal douche. A wave of embarrassment washed over me, followed quickly by a surge of arousal. “Ocean, I… I don’t know if I can…”
His expression softened. “Will you do it for me? I promise it’ll be worth it.”
I stood there, frozen, my mind racing. Part of me wanted to refuse, to maintain some semblance of control. But a deeper, more primal part of me yearned to submit, to please this man who had so thoroughly captivated me. “I… Okay.”
Ocean’s smile was both proud and predatory. “Thank you.” He pressed the douche into my hand. “I’ll be waiting out here. Take your time, and do it right.”
As I turned toward the bathroom, my heart pounding, I realized this was the point of no return. Whatever happened next would change everything between us. And despite knowing that, I was still unable to refuse Ocean.
I quickly read the instructions before undressing. It seemed easy enough, but it wasn’t. Physically, sure. But emotionally? That was a whole different ball game.
I stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over my body as I tried to calm my racing thoughts. At least I could start with the easy stuff, like washing my hair and body. Unfortunately, that didn’t take me long, and I couldn’t postpone the inevitable any longer. I’d either have to tell Ocean I’d changed my mind…or find the courage to go through with it.
The weight of the anal douche in my hand felt foreign, almost alien. I glanced toward the slightly ajar bathroom door, knowing Ocean was just beyond it, waiting. The thought sent a shiver through me that had nothing to do with the water temperature.
“You doing all right in there, Cash?” Ocean’s voice drifted in.
I swallowed hard. “Yeah, I’m… I’m fine.”
“Take your time. I want you to be thorough.”
The explicit nature of what I was about to do hit me in full force. I was about to use an anal douche for the first time, all because this beautiful, enigmatic man had told me to. The humiliation burned through me, but so did an undeniable arousal.
I hated doing this…but I liked doing it for Ocean. Because it made him happy. The implications of that were not something I wanted to think about right now. Besides, I had more pressing problems.
With trembling hands, I filled the douche and positioned myself, putting one leg up on that helpful little ledge. Inserting it took a little effort, but then the tip went in. Before I could talk myself out of it, I squeezed the water into myself. The initial sensation was strange, uncomfortable. I bit my lip, stifling a gasp.
“Remember to breathe, Cash,” Ocean’s voice floated in again. Somehow, he knew exactly what I needed to hear. “You’re doing great.”
His words washed over me like a caress, steadying me. I took a deep breath and held the water in as long as I could, then expelled it, not looking at what came out. Some things I did not need to see.
I repeated the whole thing a second time, acutely aware of every sensation. There, done. It hadn’t been too bad, had it? At least, that was what I would tell myself.
As I finished and rinsed off, I felt raw, exposed, but also strangely liberated. I stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my waist, and opened the door fully.
Ocean’s eyes met mine with a mixture of pride and desire. The air between us crackled with unspoken tension.
“How do you feel?” he asked softly.
I let out a shaky breath. “Exposed. Vulnerable.” I paused, searching for the right words. “But also…exhilarated?”
Ocean’s lips curved into a smile. “Good. That’s exactly how you should feel.” He stood, moving closer to me. “You did so well, Cash. I’m proud of you.”
His praise sent a jolt of pleasure through me, more potent than any physical touch. I stood there, naked except for the towel around my hips, my emotions a whirlwind of confusion and desire. Yet beneath it all was a growing certainty—I would do anything this man asked of me.
Alarm bells were going off, but I ignored them. “What happens now?”
Ocean’s smile turned wolfish. “Now, we move on to the next step.”
Sex. The next step would be sex, right?
But Ocean took my hand and tugged me back into the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” I asked. “Aren’t we going to…?”
“All in good time.”
“Isn’t now a good time? I think now is an excellent time.”
But I knew my protests were useless even before Ocean merely grinned as he grabbed something from the cabinet. Was that a…?
Calmly, he opened a leather shaving kit and laid out its contents. “I’m going to shave you now,” he said matter-of-factly. “Your pubic hair needs to be trimmed back, and I’m going to shave your balls completely smooth, as well as…”—he trailed off, his eyes meeting mine—“as well as your ass crack. You’re going to have the prettiest hole on the planet.”
Panic flared in my chest. “Wait, I… I don’t know about that. That’s… That’s a bit much.”
Ocean’s hand gently cupped my cheek, his gaze softening. “I know it’s scary, but trust me. You’ll love it. I promise.” He pressed a gentle kiss on my lips. “And even better, I will love it.”
Fuuuuck. He knew what he was doing. He knew exactly what those words would do to me, how they would make me want to obey him, please him. Those alarm bells were blaring now.
“Ocean, I can’t… I need…”
“Please, sweetheart. Trust me. I won’t betray it.”
His words, coupled with the sincerity in his eyes, melted my insides…and my resistance. Taking a deep breath, I relented. “Okay… Okay, but…go slow, all right?”
“I promise, Cash.”
He sat on the edge of the bathtub and gestured for me to stand right in front of him. His touch was featherlight as he massaged shaving cream around my pubic area, the cool foam sending shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on anything but my vulnerability.
“Just breathe,” Ocean coaxed as if reading my mind. “Inhale through your nose, exhale through your mouth. That’s it.”
The first swipe of the razor was gentle and careful, which helped me relax. The sensation was not unpleasant. A quick check showed he was merely trimming my pubic hair, not shaving me bare. My mind drifted, lulled by the rhythmic motion of his hand and the soothing hum of the ceiling fan above us.
As he moved lower to my balls, my heart began to race again. It felt invasive but also strangely arousing. My cock stirred to life, betraying my body’s true desires. My cheeks were on fire. What would Ocean think of me now?
But he merely positioned himself on the floor so he had better access and gestured for me to put my right foot up on the edge of the tub. He handled my balls with care as he shaved them, never missing a beat. The cool air tickled the bare skin, but I didn’t mind.
“Turn around.”
I obeyed before I could even question myself.
“Spread your legs and bend over. Rest your arms on the sink for support.”
Oh fuck. I’d known this was coming, but I hadn’t allowed myself to think about how it would feel. But somehow, I was too weak to resist. Or maybe too numb by now, though that didn’t seem to be the right word either, seeing as I was still fully aroused. I didn’t have anything left in me to fight Ocean, so I did as he asked me.
“Are you good?” Ocean asked me, and it took a moment to realize he was double-checking my consent.
“Yes.”
He was quick and efficient, wielding that razor with ease and practice. Before I knew it, he did a final scrape. “There, done.”
Ocean gently dabbed at my skin with a towel, ensuring every remnant of shaving cream and stray hair was gone. “So pretty,” he purred, his voice low and full of satisfaction. “Now, you can truly feel every sensation I have in store for you.”
I swallowed as I rose and slowly turned around to face him. “And what do you have in store for me?”