A/N: We're back to regular updates! Thanks for reading and waiting around while I re-learn this business of juggling multiple tasks a day.
4.
People were usually pleased when they were proved right.
Bella definitely made it a point to celebrate when she was proved right.
As she used the spatula to quickly and expertly spread the sugar mixture over small patches of her client's mons pubis, however, she was feeling far from celebratory. Though the sugaring solution was lukewarm, the moment it touched his skin, he tensed, and she knew without even looking that his dick was doing its best to shrink back inside his body.
Not that it had far to go.
That thought made her even more morose.
She knew from experience that first timers were likely to shrivel up from the expectation of pain. She fully expected that to happen with this client too, no matter how deliciously manly he seemed. She also knew that the mons was one of the most sensitive patches of skin to work on in any case.
She should've been done with expectations anyway, the moment she met his chicklet of a cock.
And yet, as she gently pressed down the strip and pulled away neat sections of hair, she couldn't shake the feeling of having been let down. Like the universe was having a good old laugh at her expense. Especially when his abs tightened and those sinewy arms flexed and he lay there with his thighs spread. Such a tempting spread. She couldn't stop herself from covertly admiring the man, because he was just so sexy. The rest of him almost made her forget about the little dick. Almost.
"Miss?" His forehead was deeply furrowed, jaw clenched.
She paused, eyes darting back from his tense face to the area she'd just cleared. "Yes, sir?" she stroked his smooth skin gently, checking to make sure it wasn't overly distressed. His breath caught. "Do you want to take a break?"
"No," he said, his voice a little hoarse. "I just wanted to tell you I might have a higher threshold of pain than I thought. You don't need to be too gentle with me."
"Sure," she said, shaking the sex fog from her brain, yet again. You know, the one that took her straight to the dungeon, where she tied him up and wasn't… gentle. She shuddered.
Her hands remained steady, the smooth flow of motion completely at odds with the erratic thoughts that were flashing through her mind.
It wasn't uncommon for random thoughts, sexual or otherwise, to pass her mind while working on a client. She sometimes suspected this actually happened with a lot of people—just randomly, idly considering sexual positions with the people they met at work, or the grocery store, or wherever. Mental mating, she liked to call it.
It didn't mean anything, and it helped her not make the mistake of say, going out with Tyler Crowley from the bank, because just imagining his come-face was a turn-off. Nice guy he may be, but she could not imagine going out and maybe getting naked with him.
She had tried imagining it, and it wasn't pretty.
With a sigh, she folded the towel in half, exposing the crease of his left leg, right up to the balls. With one hand on his towel-covered crotch to stretch the skin, she carefully spread the mixture against the direction of hair growth.
His unexpected ability to stay still as a statue was turning out to be a benefit. His almost stone-like silence was a little unnerving, though.
"This looks good, so far," she rambled conversationally. "The hair isn't ingrown, so for the most part, I don't need to go over the same patches of skin again. There isn't any visible redness in the areas that I've just worked on, though I'd like you to be careful about any irritation in the next couple of days." She pressed down firmly and jerked off the sticky strip.
He grunted in response—not like a pig, though. More like sexy caveman.
Well, everyone knew that sexy cavemen weren't big on talking. What they were big on was…
Bella froze for a moment. Something was pushing insistently against her palm, and it sure didn't feel small.
She bit her lip, smearing the sugaring solution closer to his balls. She gently pressed down on his towel-covered dick, and sure enough, felt an answering push back, in the very distinctive shape of a rod. A growing, thick pipe of titanium, by the feel of it. Peeling off the strip with a neat flick of her wrist, she fought the instinct to toss away the towel and explore his cock—for science.
Surely it was a worthy topic of study? It was a concealed weapon, a deceptively tiny crumb of a dick that hid its true potential from unsuspecting women, probably shocking them senseless when it revealed itself in its true, devious, twisted form.
Not that it felt twisted or particularly grotesque. Moving to the right leg crease, Bella tried to gauge its shape and (new) size without being obvious about it, or appearing to cop a feel, but she wasn't sure she was too successful. He let out a deep, rumbling grunt or two, but that could have been from the thing where she was ripping his hair from the roots.
Or it could've been in response to her touch—over the towel, but still! She could definitely feel a twitch or two, and the insignificant nub had morphed into a very noticeable presence. From next to nothing, it was now definitely a respectable five inches or more, she guessed. Again, it came down to scientific observation, and well, it would be hard, but Bella could handle it.
The air around them seemed to thicken with sexual tension—or was it just all the lust seeping from her pores? Her cheeks heated in embarrassed memory of her sadly departed professionalism. Grabbing a bottle of water from the basket she usually stashed on a lower shelf of her work station, she gulped down half before she found her voice.
"Want some water? Or a break, or something? We're doing really well here, but I'm going to get right onto the shaft now, and then I'll move onto the back."
"No, that's fine," he said. She could see his throat bob as he swallowed. "I ah… well, it's probably best to just get it over with. You know, while my... body is being so helpful about going taut and stretching the skin and all."
She nearly choked. "Yeah, that's very considerate of it."
His laughter rang out suddenly, deep and infectious, and she couldn't help but join in.
The awkward sexual tension evaporated. Or at least receded far enough to allow Bella to uncover and handle his erect shaft—in the least sexy way possible.