Page 14 of Her Double Desire

His wide grin cuts me down like a razor. “Exactly.” Lifting the towel, he ruffles my hair to dry it. “Arms out to the sides, spread your feet.”

“I can dry myself off.”

“Of course. ButIwant to do it, so I'm doing it. Are we really going to hit a wall over obeying me already? This is the easy stuff, Veronica.”

I consider resisting. But what's the point? Either I stay in this house and play this game, or I leave and accept the consequences. Sighing, I extend my arms, then push my feet apart on the warm marble floor.

Jared drags the towel down my body, soaking up all the droplets of water. I'm glowing from humiliation when he reaches between my legs. Gently, he sweeps the towel along my tender skin. A flash of heat travels from his contact up to my lungs, stealing my breath.

“Hmn, I'll have to shave your cute pussy.”

“Excuse me?”

“Shave is the wrong word. But this hair has to go, Oliver likes smooth slaves.” He walks to the counter, grabbing up a tiny bottle. The mischievous glow on Jared's face tells me this is bad news. “Relax,” he says, noticing my wide eyes, perhaps hearing my thumping heart as he draws close. “It won't hurt, it just dissolves hair. It might tingle, though.”

Kneeling, he squirts the lotion into his palms. Without asking if I'm ready, Jared begins massaging along my inner thighs. His palms slide on my sensitive skin, tracing the muscles until he brushes across my pelvis. Making circles with his fingers, Jared rubs deeply into my curls of hair. It's too much, too personal.

“Wait, wait...”

“Shh,” he soothes, rolling his thumb over my outer lips. “Let me work.”

I'm reacting wildly from his touch, like I'm tuned in and can't change the channel. Needing something to grab, I brace myself on his shoulders. Jared tenses under my touch. It's the only thing that stops him from rubbing me. Then he's back to work, running his slippery palms everywhere until my entire triangle is covered in glossy lotion.

Then the tingles begin.

Everywhere that he's touched me comes to life. I inhale in shock. The sensation is strange; pleasureful and hot. My clit swells in its hood, my face flushing with shame.Calm down, relax, don't get turned on in front of this jerk!But my body is thrumming from some combination of the lotion and Jared's massage.

I hear him chuckle, his fingers tracing lightly up my knee. “Are you already this excited from a little bit of playtime?”

Shivering, I toss my head in denial.

“If you're this responsive,” he purrs, curling his palm straight on top of my pussy and giving it a squeeze, “then our chances of satisfying Oliver have gotten far better. Fuck, you're so damn wet.”

Gritting my teeth, I try to resist arching into his touch, but fail miserably when he lightly pets my clitoris. He strokes me calmly, then out of nowhere, begins to gently pinch my sensitive bud. “Aah... Jared, please...”

Dangerous shadows swarm in his face when he looks up at me. He's kneeling at my feet, and yet I know down to my bones that he's the one in control of this situation.

His nostrils flare as he leans close to my pussy. “Your cunt smells delicious.” He shifts; I spot his cock tenting his expensive pants. “Do you understand how badly I want to lick you from your ass all the way to your clit, Veronica?”

“Jared—”

“Sir,” he reminds me fiercely, squeezing me by my hips.

“Sir,” I pant. “Yes, right, Sir. Sorry.”

“You're still learning,” he murmurs, finger-pads coasting down the widest curve of my thighs. “I can be very forgiving, when it matters. Very kind. Would you like me to be kind to you, Veronica?” His stare is a forest fire; I feel its heat on my swollen labia.

I'm quivering all over, my tendons holding me up by sheer will. I'm done. This is too much. Five years ofthis?No way, I'll never survive with my dignity intact.

One of his hands inches towards his belt. The other strokes its thumb straight across my engorged clit. An explosion goes off in my brain—I yelp, pulling backwards, away from his enticing touch. “That's too much! I can't... we can't...”

“You're right.” He rasps the words out, standing quickly. His hand is no where near his belt now. Instead, it's running over his mouth. “This isn't the time for this.” He's acting indifferent, and he's so good at it, that at first I believe him. Somehow, he's unaffected by our encounter. That it was all in my head.

But when he turns away, he wobbles a little. Jared has been rock solid until this single moment.

Something about me is getting to him.

“Let's finish preparing you,” he says, changing the subject back to why we're here. He lifts a warm towel I hadn't noticed. When he wipes at my mons, all my hairs go with it, a soft and smooth region left behind. “There, a perfect pussy for the world to see.”

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