She seemed to sense my need and gave a little wave of her hand. ‘Come on. I’ll get us set up in one of the private rooms.’
Relieved, I shot a quick smile at Candie before pivoting on my heel and trailing Blake to the back of the salon. My gaze shifted to the playful cut of her hot-pink ruffled skirt. It made the black salon T-shirt she wore pop. The sexy swing of her hips enthralled me. I tried not to openly ogle her derrière as we passed by the row of occupied chairs and sinks at the shampoo station, but it was so damn hard to drag away my gaze.
I practically vibrated with anticipation as we neared our room. The knowledge that something awfully naughty and totally against the rules was about to happen left me weak in the knees. My pussy actually pulsed as my clit throbbed and that first slick of arousal seeped from my core. My breasts ached. My nipples begged for attention. I was suddenly very glad of the moulded cups of my bra that hid those stiff peaks. At least they allowed me to maintain an outward semblance of modesty.
I slipped by Blake and into the room she indicated. She flipped the ‘occupied’ sign on the door. My gut clenched as I heard the telltale snick of the door locking behind us. She leaned back against it and stared at me. I clasped my hands together in front of me and chewed my lower lip. She unsettled me. I was used to being the aggressor in my relationships, but I had the distinct feeling Blake wanted that role.
And I liked it. I found the idea of deferring to her rather intoxicating.
‘Why don’t you go behind the curtain there and change.’ She pointed to a screened-off area in the corner of the room. ‘There are paper undies in the drawers marked by size, and some sheets. Just wrap one around your waist and come back to the table.’
My gaze moved to the paper-covered table and the counter covered in waxing supplies. My bravery started to diminish as I spotted the cloth strips and wooden sticks. Then I remembered Blake’s offer to make the pain go away. That put a little spring in my step as I headed for the curtain. I made quick work of toeing off my pumps and peeling out of my cuffed trousers and simple panties. I felt a bit ridiculous as I emerged from behind the curtain wearing the paper undies with a sheet wrapped around my waist. Not exactly the sexiest of looks.
I slid onto the table and reclined against the padded top. As I rearranged the sheet across my thighs and lower belly, Blake moved into view and smiled down at me. She’d wheeled over a cart holding pots of hot wax, little spreader sticks and various sizes of cloth strips. She picked up a bottle of lavender-coloured liquid and soaked a cotton ball. Wordlessly, she swept the primer over my eyebrows to prepare my skin for the wax.
My fingers curled into fists at my sides as the hot wax smeared across my skin. This part I could handle. It wasn’t until her fingers started to smooth the strip of cloth that the dreadful panicky sensation invaded my belly. I tried not to hyperventilate as I anticipated the rip and sting of the first bit of cloth being lifted quickly from my skin.
A soft yelp escaped my lips as the cotton whooshed free of my skin. I’d been waxing and plucking my eyebrows for the better part of twelve years, and I still couldn’t get a grip on the pain. Thankfully, Blake worked fast and efficiently as she shaped my eyebrows.
Try as I might, I couldn’t enjoy the feel of her hands on me. My excitement deflated as I realised that, although this illicit tryst we’d planned with secret looks and a bit of innuendo sounded like it would be hot, hot, hot, it was probably going to be torture for me.
‘Maybe we won’t do the Brazilian today,’ Blake remarked as she smoothed the cooling gel across my abused eyebrows with a clean cotton ball. Her fingertips caressed my cheek. ‘It’s not for everyone.’
I glanced up at her and caught her amused smile. ‘How can you tell?’
‘Well –’ she set aside the cotton ball and stroked my upper arms ‘– you’ve ripped the paper under your hands to shreds, and your knees are shaking under that sheet.’
‘Oh,’ I said a bit sheepishly. I consciously stilled my knocking knees and stretched out my curled-up fingers. ‘Yeah,’ I replied with a heavy, resigned sigh, ‘maybe you’re right. No Brazilian today.’ I frowned apologetically. ‘I’m sorry.’
She looked surprised. ‘For?’
‘Killing the mood,’ I explained.
‘Oh, I don’t know about that,’ Blake murmured as she came around and stood next to my hip. ‘We still have a good twenty minutes before someone knocks on the door to see if we’re finished and ready to clear out of the room for the next client.’
‘Really?’ A spark of interest flared in my belly. ‘Twenty minutes, huh?’
Blake chuckled and lowered her mouth very close to mine. Her soft breath buffeted my lips. ‘Twenty minutes.’
I trembled as she teasingly brushed her pouty mouth against mine. My eyelids drifted together as bliss exploded all around me. Blake’s gentle kiss awoke the sensual side of me I’d long neglected. Trapped in the never-ending cycle of work, work, work, I’d suppressed the part of me that hungered for a soft, slow touch, a touch exactly like the one Blake now gave me.
Our tongues tangled as she placed a knee on the low table and pushed off the floor. She straddled my sheet-covered hips and rested her palms on either side of my head. I reached up and cupped the back of her neck, holding her in place as we kissed. Lips sliding, tongues stabbing, we clutched at one another as our mouths mated in a wild dance of lust and pleasure.
She left me breathless and shaking when she sat up again and started to flick through the buttons lining the front of my shirt. She urged me to lift my shoulders so she could reach behind me and undo the clasp of my bra. Soon enough, my breasts were bared to her, my bra awkwardly shoved out of the way. She bent low and captured a nipple between her lips. I gasped at the sharp sensation of her mouth tugging on the tender peak. Her tongue soothingly laved the rosy point before she moved on to the other breast.
I threw my head back as she teased me with her lips and teeth and tongue. My God, I’d never known my breasts were so sensitive. She seemed to possess an uncanny knowledge of what I liked and just how I wanted it. My fingers sifted through her hair as she suckled and nipped. I squeezed my thighs together in a desperate attempt to assuage the pulsing, pounding need building down there.
Blake hummed happily as her lips meandered down my front. She peppered light kisses along my belly and around my navel before moving lower down the table. I trembled with anxiety as she unwound the sheet draped across my hips and took hold of the paper panties. I didn’t even have to lift my backside to aid in their removal. Blake ripped them free and tossed the remnants aside.
‘Open your legs for me,’ she ordered huskily. ‘Let me see that pretty pink pussy of yours.’
I nearly fainted at the sound of those dirty words spilling from her cherubic mouth. I didn’t hesitate, though, and spread my thighs for her. She petted my sex with soft strokes. I kept the area immaculately landscaped and trimmed. It wasn’t Brazilian smooth, but it looked natural and feminine.
‘Nice,’ she murmured before parting the lips of my pussy with her fingers. ‘So pink and wet and soft.’ Her finger swirled around my opening, gathering the nectar there and spreading it around. When she circled my throbbing clit, I tensed. The sensation was too much, too soon, but Blake didn’t stop. She held my gaze as she slowly stimulated my clit with the tip of her finger. It seemed almost like a dare, and I couldn’t back down.
Sure enough, the overwhelming sensation faded to something much more pleasant. I rocked my hips, wanting more of the stimulation she provided, but the little witch stopped the movement of her finger. ‘Oh, please,’ I begged and pumped my hips.
‘Patience,’ she whispered and started to scoot down my body. When she settled her face between