Taken: By Her Billionaire Benefactor (Billionaire Benefactor 3) Read Online Free
Author: Rosie Pike
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Adult, BDSM, Short-Story, trilogy, Billionaire, Bachelor, Romantic Erotica, workplace, serial, BBW, librarian, changes, Mysterious, Forever Love, Single Woman, businessman, Conclusion, Benefactor, Graphic Scenes
access to skin that was newly denuded of hair for the first time – well – probably since Anna first began growing it, felt like sweet agony as it licked the short avenue of smooth flesh. James moved in short strokes, clearing a path from the edge of the skin that he had so lovingly prepared, towards her centre.
He moved quickly, carefully and Anna felt no more fear that she might be cut than she might if she were using cutlery – sharp as the blade might be, she felt completely safe in his hands.
Anna wasn't squirming, but only through a monumental force of effort that she managed to keep herself still. It didn't take long before she was closing her eyes once more to deny herself the visual proof of James' actions, such was her need to concentrate solely on keeping her breathing steady and the orgasm that was beginning to build between her thighs from overwhelming her.
The area around her pink opening was now completely hairless, that true white of skin that has barely ever seen light before.
Now finished, though Anna had no idea – still feeling phantom strokes of the sharp razor, such was her excitement – James lifted the metal bowl filled with water, now merely pleasantly warm, and poured it directly onto Anna's crotch.
Anna jerked upwards in surprise, as the shock of pleasure jolted through her body – almost enough to send her over the edge. She had enough presence of mind to squeeze her thighs together in the hope that this would be enough to bring her budding orgasm to conclusion.
James looked at her and smiled.
"I don't think he'd be very pleased if you were to come before he sees you…"
Anna knew he was right, but a part of her wanted to ignore the rational side of her mind and fully embrace the carnal desires that were flooding her body, driven by the burning heat between her legs.
James picked up the hand towel that he had – indeed – neatly folded earlier on and unravelled it, bringing it to Anna's crotch and towelling her dry roughly. The pressure of the rough fabric on her vagina was exquisite agony, and she bucked her hips onto it, knowing it was wrong, knowing that she should wait for whatever her Master had planned for that day, but at the same time willing to completely ignore the part of her mind that was telling her to wait.
James brought the cloth down firmly once, twice, thrice in different directions, but his mind was clearly focused on drying her, rather than bringing her growing orgasm to its natural end.
Understanding at last the she was not to be satisfied, at least not yet, Anna shot him a baleful, reproachful look, her lips set in a pout.
"Don't look at me like that – you know it's right."
She knew it was, of course she did, but there was no reasoning with the female orgasm, was there? Right now, if James wasn't going to finish her off, then all Anna wanted to do was to get some privacy so that she could finish the job herself.
The way she was feeling right now, it wouldn't take long at all.
"You're not touch yourself before you see the Master tonight, do you understand," James said to her, averting his gaze and with an entirely embarrassed look on his face.
"I wouldn't…" Anna replied, but weakly, and without much conviction.
"Listen to me Anna, this man you're involved with can either be the best that you have ever come across, or he can be the worst you've ever imagined. It's up to you which of the two you get. If I were you, I wouldn't".
With that – unsettling, but exciting warning – James stood up and began to leave the room. He turned his head as he reached the doorway and said "there's a dress hanging on your dresser, it's your size. We've had it made for you. Put it on, and meet me downstairs".
Anna did as she was bid.
***
Given the intimacy that pair of them had shared – this stranger shaving her crotch just a few moments before – they returned to normality
He moved quickly, carefully and Anna felt no more fear that she might be cut than she might if she were using cutlery – sharp as the blade might be, she felt completely safe in his hands.
Anna wasn't squirming, but only through a monumental force of effort that she managed to keep herself still. It didn't take long before she was closing her eyes once more to deny herself the visual proof of James' actions, such was her need to concentrate solely on keeping her breathing steady and the orgasm that was beginning to build between her thighs from overwhelming her.
The area around her pink opening was now completely hairless, that true white of skin that has barely ever seen light before.
Now finished, though Anna had no idea – still feeling phantom strokes of the sharp razor, such was her excitement – James lifted the metal bowl filled with water, now merely pleasantly warm, and poured it directly onto Anna's crotch.
Anna jerked upwards in surprise, as the shock of pleasure jolted through her body – almost enough to send her over the edge. She had enough presence of mind to squeeze her thighs together in the hope that this would be enough to bring her budding orgasm to conclusion.
James looked at her and smiled.
"I don't think he'd be very pleased if you were to come before he sees you…"
Anna knew he was right, but a part of her wanted to ignore the rational side of her mind and fully embrace the carnal desires that were flooding her body, driven by the burning heat between her legs.
James picked up the hand towel that he had – indeed – neatly folded earlier on and unravelled it, bringing it to Anna's crotch and towelling her dry roughly. The pressure of the rough fabric on her vagina was exquisite agony, and she bucked her hips onto it, knowing it was wrong, knowing that she should wait for whatever her Master had planned for that day, but at the same time willing to completely ignore the part of her mind that was telling her to wait.
James brought the cloth down firmly once, twice, thrice in different directions, but his mind was clearly focused on drying her, rather than bringing her growing orgasm to its natural end.
Understanding at last the she was not to be satisfied, at least not yet, Anna shot him a baleful, reproachful look, her lips set in a pout.
"Don't look at me like that – you know it's right."
She knew it was, of course she did, but there was no reasoning with the female orgasm, was there? Right now, if James wasn't going to finish her off, then all Anna wanted to do was to get some privacy so that she could finish the job herself.
The way she was feeling right now, it wouldn't take long at all.
"You're not touch yourself before you see the Master tonight, do you understand," James said to her, averting his gaze and with an entirely embarrassed look on his face.
"I wouldn't…" Anna replied, but weakly, and without much conviction.
"Listen to me Anna, this man you're involved with can either be the best that you have ever come across, or he can be the worst you've ever imagined. It's up to you which of the two you get. If I were you, I wouldn't".
With that – unsettling, but exciting warning – James stood up and began to leave the room. He turned his head as he reached the doorway and said "there's a dress hanging on your dresser, it's your size. We've had it made for you. Put it on, and meet me downstairs".
Anna did as she was bid.
***
Given the intimacy that pair of them had shared – this stranger shaving her crotch just a few moments before – they returned to normality
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