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“Hold still, love.”
Katja nods, trying not to flinch. The first part was positively relaxing, pleasant even. It was unusual having foam smeared onto her, there of all places. The fragrant lather, however feels refreshing, and the sight holds a certain comic appeal.
Now she’s nervous, watching the slim blade close in on where she’s most sensitive. And vulnerable. Shiny and devastatingly sharp, it reflects the evening sun a second before reaching its destination. She winces, squeezing her eyes shut when it touches upon her frothy mound.
Cullen shushes her, placing a reassuring hand on her hip. Then there’s movement, and she gawks in surprise when there’s no pain, not even discomfort. A tingle follows the blade’s trail down her centre- far from unpleasant. On the contrary.
As she watches Cullen’s meticulous efforts a flush creeps up her neck, and despite the bath chambers’s slight chill she’s suddenly growing warm. And wet.
Gradually the foam disappears, leaving smooth, naked skin in its wake. As if the knife’s moist, smooth glide wasn’t enough- the sight of herself so bald is rather… appealing.
When all hair is gone from the top he pats her thigh. “Put your foot on the bath there and turn your knee out.”
She obliges, lifting her left leg up as he said. “Like this?”
“Yes.” The throaty note in his voice isn’t lost on her.
Cullen takes a deep breath before grabbing the small brush to spread more foam on her now-exposed labia. Katja can’t help a sigh when the creamy cool caresses her most sensitive skin.
Stroke after slow stroke, and her outer fold emerges hairless. And sensitive. Katja looks down at Cullen. He seems all concentrated- despite her being spread wide open in front of his face, with her swollen little nub sticking out at him like a ripe, juicy cherry.
He clears his throat before speaking. “Now change.” She does, hums as he lathers her up once more. When the blade completes its final few strokes she’s no longer concerned with hiding her titillation.
Each careful tilt of his yet-steady hand is accompanied by a heavy rise and fall of her chest. Then it’s done, and she’s free of hair. Their eyes meet. Cullen’s reflect the same salacious lust that is surging through her body, cumulating in a heavy, wet throb between her legs.
He mumbles something and brings a soaked sponge to her centre, removing any remaining suds. Katja shivers as the squishy sogginess glides across her - has she always been this sensitive?
Instead of standing he up looks at her, still crouched between her legs. A familiar smirk plays around his lips when he croaks, “All done.”
She cocks an eyebrow. “Good work, Commander. Would you like a little treat now?”