His finger stilled, his eyes dark, then a corner of his mouth drew up into a faint smile. “We’ll keep working on this trust issue of yours. Meantime, you’re going to have a bare p***y today, and you can tell me if you like it or not.”
“Well, okay.” Did he plan to shave her himself? “Sir, I can do it.”
He chuckled. “But I can do it better.” He walked to the foot of the table. “I’m going to strap you down tightly, little rabbit, so you can’t move at a bad moment.” One strap went across her stomach and another just above her hips. Then he bent her knees up and secured each thigh to the waist strap. Her pelvis tilted up.
She licked her lips, a sense of wrongness running through her. Restrained outside? Her p***y up in the air. She felt horribly vulnerable. When she looked over at the other
