Chapter 31
Iawake to soft music coming from the speaker on the table.
The lights are still dimmed, and I wonder if I have awoken because of the music or because I slept all night.
I have no way of knowing what the time is, so I try and gauge how I’m feeling and if I still need more sleep.
As I take stock of my body, I feel something wet between my legs.
I pull the covers back and sure enough, there is something sticky on the inside of my thighs.
I frown. Did I do that? No, it looks like semen.
But I didn’t have sex with anyone last night.
Surely, I would have woken if Darcy had come to visit me?
I know I am a heavy sleeper, but who sleeps through having a visitor in the night?
Maybe we didn’t have sex, maybe he just came on me. But that doesn’t make much sense.
I climb out of bed, trying not to make a mess as I pad off to the bathroom. After using the toilet, I remember Dr Jack’s instructions. Shower, then shave, then eat. So, without knowing what the time is, I turn on the shower and climb in.
Once I’m clean, I have a drink of water from the taps and brush my teeth. As I’m drying my hair with a towel and walking out of the bathroom, I startle to see Carl eagerly sitting on the bed and Tom in the corner, looking relaxed in his armchair.
“Good morning you two,” I smile cheerily. “How are you today?” I glance at Tom but rest my eyes on Carl who I assume will be the only one who answers my question.
“All the better for seeing you right now,” Carl answers brightly but still looking a little twitchy as though he’s nervous. I try and break the tension with a silly comment.
“I’m sorry you have caught me getting dressed. Oh wait, I don’t have any clothes,” I say with a self-deprecating smile.
Carl walks up to me and pulls a wet strand of hair that is stuck under my chin and places it behind my ear.
“Clothes wouldn’t suit you princess.” There is a twinkle in his midnight black eyes.
Up close he looks so much younger than he seems, his skin is flawless and freckles scatter across his nose.
He leans forwards and kisses me softly on the lips.
“I’ve been looking forward to seeing you since the minute I left you.
” Then he leans back in and kisses me more deeply, that familiar taste of coffee and caramel invading my taste buds.
I find myself absorbed in this man, his mouth, the way he gently pulls me closer to him and holds one hand around my neck and the other around my bare waist. There is something so unassuming and gentle about him, this beautiful, tan man who likes to kiss me like a delicate flower and shave me like it should be a service offered in a spa.
Caressing his tongue with mine, it’s me who wants to push deeper, take more and give more to him.
But I have to catch myself. I need to be how he wants me to be.
I need to give and not take, I’m happy with whatever he chooses to give to me.
Pulling away only to look into my eyes, I feel his warm breath on my lips as he says, “I can’t wait to shave you again Roxy. Are you ready?”
“I can’t wait to have your special treatment and you all to myself again Carl.”
He gives me a shy knowing smile, I liked his style of kink and I want him to know it.
Pulling away, he repeats exactly what he did the following morning.
He retrieves the towel, asks me to lie down on it, and brings in a bowl of warm soapy water along with the soap, washcloth and oil.
I relax back and enjoy the way he makes me feel, pampered and cherished.
I enjoy watching his reverence as he carefully shaves all the tiny, minute stubble away from my arms, legs and between my legs.
I breathe deeply as he rubs that slippery, sweet-smelling oil into my skin finishing up at my folds.
I move my hips to the rhythm of his rubbing, hoping he’ll rub his slippery fingers on my clit too.
He seems to take the hint and begins rubbing three fingers in slow languorous circles, his eyes tipping up to mine for the first time since he began shaving me.
Watching Carl shave me has been a test to my restraint as each swipe of the razor to my pussy, each swipe of the oil on his fingertips has sent my core into meltdown.
I’m barely hanging on by a thread. And then that thread ruptures into a thousand pieces as pleasure pulses through me and I ride the wave that the climax is delivering to me.
“That was beautiful,” mutters Carl, “Will you rub the oil into my dick now?”
“It would be my pleasure,” I reply in a slow blissed out voice. “Here, switch places with me, lie down on the towel.”
He does as I suggest, I unclasp the dark jeans he has on today and pull those, and his boxers down his thighs and then off completely.
I squirt a couple of droplets of the oil into my hand and then kneeling in between his bare legs, I begin to work my slippery hands up and down his stiff erect cock.
There is no hair to dip the oil onto. I use one hand to massage his balls and then seek lower to his taint.
Carl looks like he’s caught between absolute pleasure and something else, I think he’s trying to hold on to his climax.
“You can let go you know Carl; I can do this every morning if you would like me to?” I ask in a low voice.
“Or you can have me any way you like every day, especially after you shave my pussy so well.”
Hot ropes of come spurt up towards his belly button and he groans in euphoria. I gradually stop stroking him and instead lie down against his side. He turns his head, and smiles shyly again, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I grin back at him.
“You are perfect.”
“So are you,” I reply warmly.
“I should go get cleaned up.”
“You should, I think you got your t-shirt,” I say playfully.
“Yeah, I think I did.” And with that, he sits up, trying to catch the come as it dribbles back down his stomach and walks into the bathroom.
It’s then I look up to see Tom staring back at me, a mixture of emotions fighting on his face.
He wants to speak to me maybe or join in?
But he’s angry at me for doing this, is that what Cook said yesterday?
I don’t know. I feel something radiating off him. Anger? Jealousy?
Carl comes back into the room, finds his trousers and starts pulling them on. I want to ask him a thousand questions about himself, but I know we’re not allowed to unless they offer. Instead, I say, “Will you be here all day or do you leave now?”
He looks up and grins, “I’m staying here. I don’t want to miss a minute of your time here.”
“You were here yesterday too?”
“Yes. Just on the other side of this glass.”
“Really.” I frown a little, “With anyone else?”
“Indeed, I was with most of the guys, all patiently waiting their turn and plotting their time with you.”
“You were? And do you like watching?”
“Yes. Not as much as I like shaving you but it’s enjoyable watching the others with you.”
“Do you know my plans for today?”
“I do.”
“Are you allowed to tell me?”
“You have David visiting this morning.”
“He’s the impact guy?”
“Yes, BDSM is his thing.”
“And this afternoon? Will I meet the other three men?”
“Blake and Jake are playing with you tomorrow. And I think you’ll meet Darcy soon enough.” He winks.
“He came to visit me last night?” I ask, trying to confirm if my suspicions were right. Confused how I did not hear, or feel, a thing.
“Yes, I think he might be visiting you every night, it just depends on if you wake up whether you will meet him sooner or not.”
“Did you see him visit me?”
“Yes.”
“How did I not?” I ask, shuddering at just how deeply I must have slept. I can’t believe it; how did I not feel him?
“He’s a magician, if you wake, you will find out,” he teases, not willing to let me in on the secret clearly.
The classical music that has been playing quietly in the background changes to an upbeat jazz tune and Carl takes that as his hint to leave. “See you tomorrow princess,” he says as he bends down and kisses me softly on the lips.
“See you tomorrow, Carl.” I smile sweetly at him knowing he’ll be seeing me sooner then I’ll be seeing him. I watch as he opens the door and walks into the dark room behind him.
My stomach grumbles and I confirm it must be breakfast time. I become very aware of the glass surrounding me. Looking out through it like a caged animal wondering who is looking back at me.
There is a light knock on the door before it silently swings open, and the delicious scent of bacon hits my nose. Behind the trolley is Cook, his wide smile denting his dimples on either side of his mouth. “Good morning baby girl, you are looking incredible this morning. Did you sleep well?”
“Good morning, Cook. I sure did. But you knew that didn’t you?” I reply playfully. If Carl knew Darcy visited me in the night, he would too. He was probably watching. “Did you sleep well?”
“Sleeping is for when I’m dead,” he chuckles. “But you are right, I did know you slept well.” He chuckles again. “Now come over here, let’s get you fed up like a good girl,” he says pointing to the chair.
Cook happily feeds me a full cooked breakfast with juice and tea.
It’s bigger and a heavier meal then I would usually start the day with, but it’s delicious nevertheless.
Cook does what I now come to expect, rubbing my stomach as I eat.
I have to stop and start because it really does feel like a lot of food.
When we’re finished, he packs up his trolley ready to leave.
“I’m going to leave you alone earlier than I would like, you need to let your food go down because David is coming to visit you shortly. I’m going to leave you some sandwiches over here for when you get peckish and will be back with your dinner. Enjoy yourself, you are in for quite a treat today.”
“I don’t know how I feel about you knowing what is going to happen to me before I do,” I shrug. “I guess I do like the element of surprise.”
“This will be a good surprise baby girl; you can take it, I know you can.”
“Yikes, that sounds ominous.”
“I think pain and pleasure can go hand in hand if given by the right person,” replies Cook before he runs the backs of his hands down my chest, brushing my nipples and they pebble under his touch.
He palms both my breasts and looks me in the eyes.
“I’m looking forward to seeing all of you this evening. ”
“See you this evening.”
And with that, he’s left a covered tray on the table and is pushing the food trolley back out of the door.
Tom stands and follows him out of the room also, not saying a word to me as I’ve come to expect.
I feel full to the brim. I walk into the bathroom, use the toilet and brush my teeth.
When I’m back in the bedroom, I make the bed and sit cross legged on top and begin reading my book again.