Page 87 of Cut Me Down

She moves to my beard growing in. Raking her comb through it gently to make sure there’s no debris. It has been a few days since I’ve had time to shave. Normally, I just shave it off because it’s quick and easy, but from the way she was caressing my face last night it seemed she liked something there. I'm not really a beard guy, but if that’s what she wants, then that’s what she’ll get.

Running her clippers over it gently to leave some stubble behind, her gaze is very focused. The edges of her teeth barely scrape her bottom lip as she studies my face. She’s terrified that I won’t like whatever she does. Always so afraid of disappointing someone. I'm surprised she chose this profession. With some of the assholes she deals with on a daily basis, no wonder her view on men hadn’t changed. I’ve watched her do shaves before, and normally she uses a brush to apply the shave cream, but not for me. I get better than Charlie treatment.

She glides her hands over my face and down my neck to apply the cream, her nails gently scraping as she does. Her pretty index finger glides over my lip to apply it as those golden eyes stare at me, piercing my soul. Any other time she shaves someone, she stands to their side and reaches around, but not to me. Not my little wolf. She spreads her legs and leans into me so I have a clear shot down her shirt. She’s toying with me and I'm crumbling in desire. Now that she’s comfortable with me, she’s really coming out of her shell. I just hope she’s ready for the monster she’s working to unleash. Her moving that razor to my throat as she pushes my head back makes me even harder, and I can’t help but push out a groan.

“Stay still or I'll cut you.” She says seductively, but she’s also serious. She may not want to hurt me, but I wouldn’t mind it. Little does my girl know that I like pain as much as she does. So, I push my head back up and meet her gaze. Staring directly into her eyes as the razor barely scrapes me.

“Are you commanding me, little wolf?” Little does she know, I'll do whatever she says. She has me so entangled in every fiber of her that no request is too drastic. Whatever my Goddess desires.

“Maybe.” She seductively whispers in my ear.

“Do you want me to bend you over this chair?” Her eyes widen as she draws back.

“There’s people here, Damien.”

“Hasn’t stopped me from touching you before, and I didn’t hear the word ‘no’ leave your mouth.” She leans into me a little more and moves my head to where she needs it. Lightly grasping the strands of my hair and tugging. She might as well be stroking my dick with how turned on I am.

“Keep your head where I put it.” Those lips freely demand. I want to jerk her up by her hair and take her in this chair. In front of everyone. But I know what that would do to her and I can’t have her feeling like that with me. So, I concede.

“Yes ma’am.” I whisper so she can barely hear it, but she shakes her head and grins ever so slightly before continuing to line up my beard. Her face is so serious. It’s adorable. She’s nibbling on her lip again and her eyes are slightly squinted in concentration. I can barely contain my grin from what I'm about to do.

She moves to line up the stubble left on my lip. Lining the razor up perfectly and about to put pressure down when I bite out and growl at her. She jumps back, curling her arms into herself and slightly turning away. The cute little screech that squeaks out of her mouth has the rest of the shop busting with laughter. Smiling, she hits my shoulder as I fling my head back, laughing so hard that it brings tears to my eyes.

“You ass!” She yells and laughs at me.

“I'm sorry, baby. I couldn’t help it. You were so deep in thought.” I reach out, grab her face, and kiss her cheek. Spreading the shave cream all over the side of her large smile.

“I could’ve cut you!” She giggles and wipes it off comically.

“I think we both know I wouldn’t have minded.” I wink at her, causing her to bite her bottom lip again. She then moves back to my face but then backs off and stares me down. “I won’t do it again, I promise.” She presses her lips to a thin line and squints at me, but then continues.

Once she’s done with my face, she sensually wipes off the access with a hot towel, and then uses that beard oil she loves so much on my cheeks and neck. She better use a cold towel on the rest of me if she doesn’t want to be fucked in five minutes.

“Take the rest of the day off and then call out a couple of days.” I say. More of a demand than a question. She raises her brows in confusion.

“What?”

“I want to take you somewhere.”

“I can’t just take off, Damien. Emmett counts on me being here.” She gestures around the room. She does take care of almost everything that’s not money related to this shop. The cleaning, organizing, and restocking are just a few. Well, I don’t really give a fuck. With how much I’m paying Emmett now, she can go anywhere or do anything she wants.

“Hey, Emmett? How much in sales does she do in a day?” I yell across the room to ask. Keeping my focus on her. She squints her eyes at me as she furrows her brows, like she doesn’t know why I’m asking.

“Anywhere between three hundred and little over eight hundred.” He yells back. I know he’s been listening to us this whole time, and I saw him look in our direction through the mirror. He likes her with me, and while I don’t need his approval, it's nice to have it knowing how much he means to her.

I smirk fondly at her, impressed by the monetary value she brings in for him. Not that I doubt her skills, but that’s just a lot for one person to do, only charging twenty-five bucks a cut. I bet the products they sell here are outrageously expensive in comparison.

“If I pay you five grand right now, can she take off now and the next two days?” I ask as I look deeply into her beautiful eyes. Just so she knows how fucking serious I am.

“Of course she can.” He says without hesitation as a smirk sprouts on that cute face.

“Where are we going?”

“You'll see.” I sit straight, grab her jaw, and pull her face to me. Only about an inch away, so she can feel the desire on my breath. Heat radiating from my body. “Now go upstairs and get ready like a good little girl.”

Chapter thirty-two

Ashia

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