Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“Ohhhh,” I sighed. “That feels so good.”
“The touch of your Fated Mate’s hands on your body should feel good,” Slade rumbled. “Close your eyes now—it’s time to rinse.”
He followed the shampoo with a conditioner he said would be perfect for my long, wavy hair. I would have wondered what a Brutal Clan Enforcer knew about human hair care but I have to confess, I was too busy enjoying the treatment. I nearly dozed off again as he rubbed and massaged my scalp and worked the sweet-smelling products through my hair.
His next move woke me up, however. After rising out the conditioner he slipped on a pair of fuzzy looking gloves—they were stretched tight over his big hands.
“Er…what are those for?” I asked as he dipped them in the water and began rubbing them together.
“Washing you, Princess,” he murmured and his eyes were heavy-lidded again. “Are you going to be a good girl and let me?”
I shouldn’t, I thought. I should fight him every step of the way!
But having his hands on my hair and feeling his firm but gentle touch as he washed and conditioned it seemed to have made me a lot less reluctant to let him touch me. In fact, deep down inside, I suspected that I wanted his touch, though I didn’t want to admit it to myself.
“Sit up so I can do your back,” Slade ordered me, and without thinking, I did as he said.
The gloves were both smooth and rough, depending on the way he used them. I shivered in delight at the delicious scrubbing as he rubbed them over my back and shoulders and down my spine. Then he leaned forward and whispered in my ear,
“Time for the front now, Princess.”
I moaned softly as he reached around and cupped my breasts. He scrubbed my heavy globes but when he reached my nipples, I winced and pulled away from the scratchy gloves.
“Hey—I’m really sensitive there!” I protested.
“Sorry, baby—did I hurt you? Here, let me take these off.”
He removed the gloves and then he was cupping my full breasts in his bare hands. I moaned softly as he circled my tight nipples and then plucked gently at them, as though testing how much sensation I liked.
“Oh, Slade!” I protested as he teased my tender peaks. “Why…why do you have to do that?”
“Because I want to, Princess,” he growled softly in my ear. “Because you’re my Fated Mate and I’ve been waiting fucking years to claim you…to touch you and make you moan for me.”
And then one big hand left my breasts and slipped below the water to find my cunny.
“Have to wash you down here, too, baby,” he murmured in my ear. “Can you be a good girl and spread your legs for me so I can wash your sweet pussy?”
I didn’t want to, didn’t want to let him touch me in my most secret and forbidden spot…and yet I did, too. While my mind was still debating, my body acted on its own. I felt my thighs spreading and then his big hand was slipping between them to cup my pussy mound.
“Such a good girl,” Slade rumbled in my ear and I felt one long finger slip between my outer lips. “Such a good girl to spread your soft little pussy and let your husband wash you.”
I was nearly panting by now—no one but me had ever touched me where he was currently washing. His fingertip was sliding gently over the aching bud at the center of my cunny—the one I’d heard some of the married women at Court calling a “clit” and a “pleasure pearl.”
“Tell me something,” he murmured in my ear. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes,” I admitted as he continued to circle my clit.
“Mmm-hmm. I thought so. So you’ve never had anything in here?”
As he spoke, one long finger slipped down and began circling the mouth of my cunny. He probed lightly inside, sliding just a little way into me.
“Oh, Slade!” I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily at the gentle intrusion.
“Well, have you?” he murmured again. “It’s all right if you have—I don’t care, baby,” he told me. “I just need to know how inexperienced you are—how slow I need to go with you.”
“You promised you wouldn’t…wouldn’t take me unless I begged you to,” I reminded him breathlessly.
“And I’ll keep my promise—I won’t slide my shaft into your hot little pussy until you beg for it,” he rumbled. “But I will touch you in other ways. So tell me if you’ve had anything inside you before. Do you have a maiden barrier I have to worry about?”
“No,” I admitted, my cheeks getting hot. “I…I broke the barrier myself. I tried putting something in me once—just to see how it felt.” I couldn’t believe I was telling him this, but I couldn’t seem to stop talking.