Anna had just settled down on the sofa, the television playing in the background when Arin stepped through the door. He always had a radiant smile on his face when he first saw her and tonight was no different. He sat his things down on the table by the door and plopped down on the floor in front of her. The show they often watched together had just started.
"Hard day?" she asked, slipping her bare foot into his lap.
"A hard week. It seems like forever since we've had a quiet night together with nothing pressing to do," he muttered, placing a soft kiss on her instep before kneading the ball of her foot.
"I see someone has been too busy to shave for several mornings," she teased, running a finger over the small amount of scruff on his cheek.
"Oh, well not everyone can be as amazingly soft as you all the time," he said, leaning to playfully rub the scruff against her smooth legs.
Anna couldn't help but laugh and kick him away. He chuckled, taking her other foot to continue the massage with one eye on the television. They sat for a few minutes watching and enjoying the calm of the night. Arin's strong hands slowly worked their way up her calf, slipping a little higher every few minutes. Occasionally, he would leave small kisses along his path upward. It was very clear what destination he had in mind. Sometimes she wondered if he would spend the rest of his life between her legs if she let him.
"You COULD be soft all the time, pet. If you wanted to be. If...I wanted you to be," she said, teasing his cock through his pants with her free foot. He exhaled deeply at the sudden sensation and turned to meet her eyes.
"I guess I could shave more often...I was just in a hurry...grading papers...finals," he muttered, lifting his hips slightly to move against her foot.
"I meant a different kind of soft. In fact, we could make a night of it," she said, pulling away from his growing erection to switch off the television. "Do you trust me?"
Arin turned all the way around, his eyes searching hers, and nodded. He didn't seem to care what he was agreeing to anymore as long as he could do it with her. Ever since the restaurant, there had been a shift somewhere below the surface. Slowly, it was becoming less like the arrangement she had planned. Every time he looked at her like that a part of her wondered if she should let him loose. Yet she found herself pushing forward and wanting more. Always more. She rose from the sofa and glanced down at him with a smile.
"Go sit on the kitchen counter by the sink. I'll show you how soft you can be," she said, slipping off into the bedroom to retrieve something special to her.
The straight razor was double-edged with a carbon steel blade. The sturdy boxwood handle was etched by hand. It was one-of-a-kind and still as sharp as the day she received it as a gift. She nestled it back into its leather case and made her way to the kitchen where Arin was sitting as bid. His legs suddenly stopped swinging as he eyed the case in her hand.
"Have you ever had a proper shave?" she asked, laying the case beside him and filling the sink with warm water.
"You mean like from a Barber in the old-fashioned way? No. Never," he said, shifting on the counter with an interested look on his face.
"It's delicate work. Particularly when shaving sensitive areas. Have you ever shaved anywhere besides your face?" she asked, grinning at his flushed cheeks when she revealed the shiny blade.
"I did keep my legs shaved one season when I was cycling a lot. For road rash, of course. Um...so you have used that thing before?" he asked.
She smiled, taking his chin between her index finger and thumb to position his face. He seemed to relax a bit when she started to lather the shaving cream across his cheeks. His blue eyes were fixed on hers as his hands reached out to touch her in any way they could manage.
"I know that you can be a good boy and hold very still. After all, you want to be soft for me. Don't you, Arin?" she whispered, pushing his head back gently and pressing her body into his.
The cool blade glided down his throat, leaving a clean path through the shaving cream. His breathing was growing heavier and his hands left her hips to grip the counter on each side of him. Only one part of him twitched excitedly at her words.
"Yes...if that's what you want...I'll be anything for you," he whispered as she sloshed the cream-covered blade in the sink.
"Even if it's uncomfortable to do so? Even if it's...painful?" she asked, looking deep into his eyes.
"Painful? Why would it be painful unless you cut me with that thing?" he chuckled nervously, eyeing the blade in her hand.
"It can be painful to stretch yourself...to slip out of your comfort zone and let yourself go somewhere you've never been," she said, giving him a reassuring smile before continuing with the shave.
Soon every trace of scruff was swimming in the sink. He smiled, slipping his hand over the smooth surface of his wet face and started to scoot off the counter. When she shook her head and pushed him back, the relief on his face quickly retreated.
"We can't stop at your face, pet. Either you're all in or you're not," she said, glancing down at the tent in his shorts.
Arin drew a deep breath and swallowed hard, slipping off the counter. He wiggled out of his clothes, laying them on the counter and returned to his previous position. His cock stood at attention, twitching with each beat of his heart.
"Think you can maintain that while I do your legs? It will be much easier to shave around a cock when it's hard," she breezed, pulling up a kitchen chair to work on his right leg.
"Gawd, Anna...are you trying to scare it away? Just the thought of that thing near my cock frightens me enough as-is."
"No, pet. It isn't YOUR cock anymore. It belongs to me, remember? And I can scare it all I like," she teased, paying close attention to her work.
Arin bit his bottom lip, trying but failing to hide his arousal. He hadn't quite gotten used to the idea of not owning a part of his body anymore. It always seemed to make him squirm when she reminded him of it.
His legs took longer than she anticipated, but soon they were just as smooth and shiny as hers. She couldn't help but run her hands over them and imagine how perfect they would look in stockings. Even after months of exploring his body, she didn't realize what a great pair of legs he had until that moment. When she finally raised her eyes to his he seemed to be trying to read her mind.
"Arms up," she ordered, standing to continue stripping him of every masculine trace. He did as bid and chuckled to himself. "What's so funny?" she asked.
"I was just thinking...Samson never had it so good with Delilah. She shaved away his strength. What is it you are taking away?" he asked, smiling over at her and causing her to chuckle in turn.
As she examined his body carefully she considered his question. She certainly didn't want to take away his strength. Somehow, even on his knees, he seemed to give off a quiet confidence that she had never seen in another man before. A smile breached her lips as she took in the sparse gray hairs near his temples. The truth was: she didn't want to take anything from him. His strength and experience was part of what appealed to Anna. It wasn't about taking anything away. All of this was about giving. She was giving him permission to be weak.
There was very little hair on his chest as it was, and the faint patch leading south was just too cute to shave. As she ran the freshly sharpened blade around his throbbing dick he tensed. He bit the inside of his cheek, frozen in place as if at any moment she might slip and cut it off. When she finally finished, she stood back from the counter with a pleased smile, eyeing him up and down. Most of his body was wet and glistening with shaving cream remnants.
"See, doesn't that feel much better? A whole new pet," she said, returning to his side with a broad smile. "Now bend over the counter. We only have one more spot to get."
His eyes glazed over with confusion before finally realizing what it was she was implying. When he deduced that she was speaking about his ass, his face turned bright red. Arin cleared his throat, focusing on the kitchen table instead of Anna's face that was inches from his. She turned him around slowly and pushed him over the counter, encouraging his legs to spread apart for her.
"I...um...well...okay, I already shaved there the night before last. I thought you might like less hair there when you..." his voice trailed off and a small shiver overtook him. Her finger slid over his smooth entrance with no intention of pushing its way inside.
Anna let his words linger in the air for as long as possible. He had taken the initiative to shave his ass but left the area around his cock as it had been since she claimed it. This seemingly small gesture meant something. This wasn't just a game they played in the bedroom or a public bathroom. It was something that he carried with him when she wasn't around. It was real. When she took his hand and led him to the bathroom, her heart was racing.
She ran a hot bath, adding oils and bath salts. The soft light of the living room was the only illumination in the room so she lit a candle that she left on the edge of the tub. When the bath was filled enough she nodded for him to get inside. He must have thought the bath was for her because he just stared for a moment.
