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my attention. “I take it you’ve never seen a man shaved down there before?”
    My eyes widened, and I shook my head. “I didn’t even…” I wasn’t shaved down there. I hadn’t even bothered. “You shave?”
    Dylan nodded. “Less friction that way.”
    I ached to touch him, to see if he felt as smooth as he looked. But at the same time, I didn’t want to break him. An invisible hand squeezed my heart as breath rushed from my lungs. His cock pulsed from the changing temperature, and I did it again, carefully blowing air against his exposed skin. A moan escaped his lips. Or was it mine? I couldn’t tell.
    “You can touch it, you know,” Dylan said, between short breaths of air. “You aren’t going to hurt me any more than I want you to.”
    “I know—it’s just that…” I furrowed my brow and glanced up at him. “Do all Doms…?”
    “What? Do we all look like hairless rats down there?” He smiled and wrinkles formed at the corners of his eyes. “Not all of us, no. Some trim, some wax, and some shave, like me.”
    I winced at the thought of waxing down there. “Doesn’t it hurt?”
    “Waxing can, but shaving won’t so long as you do it right.”
    I went to say something else, but my voice had stopped working. Any time I’d shaved down there, I’d got ingrown hairs and had felt uncomfortable for weeks while the hairs had tried to grow back in. He probably has to shave every night. No, thanks. Too much maintenance for me.
    He leaned over to whisper in my ear. “I’ll be shaving you soon.”
    A shiver kissed my spine, and I fought it back down. Swallowing, I tried to memorise every curve of his cock and balls as I brushed my fingertips up and down his length. He arched his back away from the couch and rested a hand on one of my shoulders, his grip on me tightening any time my fingers brushed his head. By now, I was pretty sure I was salivating more than enough for him to see drool at the corners of my lips.
    I sucked in a lungful of air and once I felt the saliva was slick against my tongue, I pulled his boxers down a little farther and bowed my head. My clit screamed for my attention as I licked the head of his shaft. Dylan groaned and dug his fingers into my collarbone.
    I whimpered around the pain and closed my eyes, holding the base of his shaft before taking it in my mouth. He was just the right size. I had to adjust my jaw to accommodate him, but it wasn’t painful or uncomfortable.
    After wrapping my lips around my teeth, I used slow, fluid strokes from the base all the way to the top, then back down again. Tightening my lips around him even more, I traced the vein on the underside of his cock with the tip of my tongue. He opened his legs, allowing me to lean even closer to him.
    His body jerked when some of my hair fell into his lap, the strands probably tickling his thighs. My lips curled, and I quickened my pace.
    “Like that…” Dylan exhaled. “Do it just like that.”
    The hand he had on my shoulder moved to the back of my head, applying pressure whenever I went farther up his shaft than he wanted me to. Let him take control. It was what I’d promised, and after adjusting my weight against the edge of the couch, I followed his hand—going down when he wanted down, going up when he let me come up.
    My nipples hardened as they rubbed against his cushion, and I groaned. His legs were shaking now, short tremors shooting through his body, right into mine. The air between us was electrified, and I was sure that if he took his hand off my head, my hair would be reaching for the ceiling.
    His breath caught as the up and down of his hand stopped, holding me in the down position. He’s close. So very close. Please, Master. Please let me taste you.
    “You want this, don’t you?” Dylan asked, his words coming out in a jumbled mess. I couldn’t reply, so I squeezed his leg. “You feel amazing.” No, he sounded as if he were almost crying. “Your mouth…fucking amazing.”
    I went