Part 16 (2/2)
Lori moaned and leaned into him.
”Uh-uh, baby. Shower first.” He stood her back up and washed her entire body. While she let the water run down her, he washed himself. She stayed in her lazy, just-woke-up stage the entire time. She'd never been a morning person.
After he ushered her out of the shower, dried her and wrapped her in a towel, he nodded to the bedroom. ”Go lie on the bed with your p.u.s.s.y to the edge.”
Her eyes shot open wider. ”I could have shaved myself, Sir.”
He tweaked her nose and raised his brows. ”I know that. But I wanted to do it. Stop questioning me.”
She hastened to leave the room, and he dried, cinched his towel around his hips and gathered his supplies.
He found her where he'd asked, not as close to the edge as he liked, but in the right position. ”Lift.” He tucked a towel under her a.s.s. ”Open wider.” She did as he said. ”And don't move.”
When he squirted shaving cream into his hand, the swish noise made her flinch and she stiffened. Having her p.u.s.s.y shaved by him made her nervous, but it also made her h.o.r.n.y.
She squirmed again when he touched her skin and spread the lather around. ”Hold still, baby. I don't want to hurt you.”
Slowly he dragged the razor up one side of her p.u.s.s.y, from her a.s.s to her c.l.i.t, carefully avoiding the little nub. He repeated the action several times on each side, wiping the razor on the towel in between until he was satisfied. ”So smooth.” He stroked her skin with his fingers. ”I'm going to insist on shaving you myself for a while. I can reach everywhere easier and do a better job than you.”
She nodded, her face pinkening.
”Flip over on all fours, please.” He pulled the towel away as she lifted, her legs shaking. ”When was the last time you wore a plug, baby?”
”With you, Sir.”
He inhaled sharply. She never ceased to amaze him. ”Lower your head and spread your knees wider.”
She set her forehead on the bed and widened her stance.
Jude stepped away for a moment and grabbed the lube and a medium plug from his bag. He set the plug between her knees and squeezed some lube onto his fingers.
With one hand, he held her cheeks open; with the other he circled her tight hole. ”Relax. You know the drill. If you stiffen, it'll hurt more. I'm going to loosen you up first.” He pushed one finger inside her and she bucked forward. He stopped. ”Did I say to move?”
”No, Sir.” She righted herself.
”Have I injured you?”
”No, Sir.”
”Then stay still, Lori.” He pressed his finger deeper and circled it around her entrance until she stopped clenching. As he added a second finger, she moaned. She didn't pull away, but she more than likely didn't realize she rocked forward and backward into his touch, essentially f.u.c.king herself on his fingers.
He scissored his fingers in several directions until he was satisfied she could take the intrusion of the plug. The one he'd chosen would be tight, but not more than she could handle.
Holding her cheeks apart, he removed his fingers and grabbed the plug. He circled it in the lube several times until it was well coated and then nudged it forward.
Lori moaned. ”It's too big, Sir. It's been too long.”
”Hush, baby. It's not. You just aren't used to the feeling.” He pressed forward until the plug finally breached her hole and slipped into place.
She squirmed and gasped for air.
”There. I love knowing you're wearing this. It helps you concentrate on what you are to me while you aren't home.” He rubbed her a.s.s right above the outside n.o.b of the plug.
She twisted her face around to see him. ”Jude, I can't wear that while I teach yoga. It would distract me and someone might notice it.”
Jude kissed her a.s.s cheeks and left her to wash his hands and put things away. When he returned, he took her hand and led her from the room. ”Legs spread wider when you walk, please.”
She did as he said until she walked with an uncomfortable, difficult gait. Good. He liked her a little awkward. It embarra.s.sed her, and the pink flush was s.e.xy as h.e.l.l.
He turned toward her as they entered the kitchen area. ”Ten minutes on the chair, baby. I'll make breakfast.” He pointed at the seat where he'd already set up the thick d.i.l.d.o. ”If you say a word, I'll double it.”
With a s.h.i.+ver, she hobbled over and took her position, straddling the chair and lowering herself over the wide c.o.c.k. It wasn't as though he needed to point out how many times in the last half hour she'd argued with him about his choices. Ten minutes was beyond fair.
When he had breakfast ready, he told her to sit on the floor where she was, legs crossed, and handed her a plate of eggs, bacon and toast. ”You can eat facing the window also. Think hard about defying me again.”
She didn't say a word, but her face was flushed as he handed her the food. He set a gla.s.s of orange juice next to her.
She must have been starving because she gobbled the meal in minutes and set it aside. She didn't ask if she could move.
Jude worked around her, loading the dishwasher and cleaning the kitchen. When it was time for her to leave for work, he excused her. ”You may go dress and leave. You may remove the plug. And I expect you to come home with better control of your mouth.”
She stood awkwardly and waddled to the bedroom. Minutes later she emerged and went to the door, her yoga clothes in place.
”I'll see you at two thirty, correct?”
She had two cla.s.ses to teach.
”Yes, Sir.” She left silently.
Jude spent a few hours on his computer and then tried to watch some television.
Man, he needed a nap.
He closed his eyes, praying he could rest. Luckily, for the first time in days, he slept hard. Hours later he jerked awake at the sound of his phone beeping.
Jude glanced at the caller ID. s.h.i.+t. He'd forgotten to call Stanton. ”Cavanaugh here.”
”Jude, you didn't return my call.”
”Sorry, busy week. What's up?”
”I need to meet with you. We have a situation I need to discuss.”
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