Holy f**k! He was about to throw out his man card and break down crying in front of her from the sheer pleasure of seeing the leather band still in place. He swallowed the lump in his throat. “When did you wax your pretty p***y, and why?”
When her eyes shifted away from his in evident embarrassment, he added, “Uh-uh, Kitten. Eyes on mine. If you look away again before I permit it, you’ll just add to your punishments.”
Her gaze met his again, but this time her eyes were wide in surprise . . . and there it was—unadulterated lust. God, he loved her. “Yes, baby. You have some punishments headed your way, but I’ll explain that in a minute. Answer my question. When and why did you wax? I’m not complaining . . . quite the opposite, really.”
“The other day, Master.” His pounding heartbeat sped
