Page 43 of Clawed
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.
Shewasbeautiful, 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’mnotgoing 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.
