Chained - Zara Novak Page 0,16

and he smiled that dark smile again. “Behind you, on the side,” he said, nodding with his head to a tray that was behind me. “Sit there and shave yourself for me. You will always be bare for me. Your pussy belongs to me now.”

I moved through the water and sat on the side as he ordered. On the tray there was some shaving balm and a razor. I sat with my legs closed. He moved across the tub and sat on the opposite side, spreading his arms out on the edge as he came to rest.

He was going to watch.

“Now, sir?” I stammered.

“Yes, slave,” he said. “Shave your cunt.”

I took a deep breath and spread my legs, baring myself to him completely. His bright red eyes wandered down my body, examining every last nook and cranny. My stomach trembled as I breathed out my nerves. No one had ever looked at me like this before. I had to get this over with quickly before he found all the things he didn’t like about me.

“Oh, take your time,” he said, obviously having read my thoughts again.

“Sir?”

“You’re worried I’m picking apart your body in my mind. That is not the case at all. I could look at this fine specimen for an entire night and not find anything wrong with it. It’s all I can do to stop myself from claiming you now.”

As compliments went it was both sweet and terrifying. I picked up the balm, smoothed it over myself and dipped the razor in the water. In a few minutes time I had finished, stripping the last hairs away from my pussy until there was only smooth skin left. During that entire time the Don didn’t take his eyes off me. Those crimson reds swirled with a deep and intense lust. I felt like a deer before a chained lion.

When I was finally done, I set the razor down and smoothed my hand over the area to make sure I hadn’t missed anything. I had never shaved myself down there before, and I was surprised at how smooth I felt now I was shaved.

It felt good.

“All done slave?” Vincent asked from the opposite side of the tub.

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“Good. Touch yourself. Show me how you like it. Play with your pussy and yourself. Show me how you come.”

My hand was still on my pussy, the pad of my middle finger over my swollen clit. This entire ordeal had made me desperate for release, as crazy as it had all been. For a moment I hesitated, but then I found myself following his orders. I let the pad of my finger trace delicate circles over my clit while I teased my slit with my other hand.

At first, I was nervous. His raging red eyes never left me for a second. For some reason I found myself wondering if I was doing things right, even though he had ordered me to do what I wanted.

He was so in my head he had me doubting even myself.

I hooked my middle finger through my slit and gently rubbed the pad against my walls, while pushing the flat of my thumb against my bud. I fucked my pussy with my right hand and used the other to play with my tits.

“Open wide,” he ordered. “I want to see it all.”

I had slowly closed my legs to protect what little modesty I had left, but obviously he had seen through my efforts. I opened my legs wide again, catching his eye as I did so. His teeth were razor sharp points in his mouth. One of his hands was now under the water, his arm moving while he watched me.

He was playing with himself too.

Fuck. Do I actually turn him on?

The thought alone turned me on, even if it wasn’t true. The idea that a man this beautiful could even be interested in me, it gave me a strange confidence, even if he was a fucking violent psychopath.

Psychopath or not, I could be trapped in this situation with a man that didn’t look like every woman’s wet dream. Strange silver lining maybe.

It wasn’t long before I found myself hurtling towards the edge of a blinding orgasm. My breath had grown fast and shallow. My nipples were like diamonds and I was about ready to scream I was so horny. I’d never masturbated with my pussy feeling like this, and it made everything feel so better.

It made me feel naughty.

Shallow squeaks began to escape my mouth