The Handsome Devil

Chapter 11 - Taste your shame

Warning! Mature content. Read at your own discretion

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"W-what?" Deya stuttered, refusing to believe she heard him right.

"I said," Max leaned to her ear, as his fingers brushed over the skin of her exposed belly. "Strip for me, baby girl"

At that moment, it was as if he held her under a spell, the stormy oceans in his eyes rocking her back and forth. They seemed to be calling to her, and she would have gladly let them.. if only the circumstances were different.

Immediately, the girl broke their eye contact suddenly finding the floor that much more interesting. In reality, she was feeling that if she didn't, her body would make a decision the mind doesn't approve of.

A major flaw in the plan revealed itself rather quickly. That is, by looking down, she was now exposed to the full extent of Max's arousal, and, admittedly, her eyes lingered for a second before she averted them in embarrassment. Up until now, there was only one guy she's seen naked, and it was Jamie.

"I don't mind if you look" Max chuckled, instantly making the situation ten times worse. "But you should return the favour."

One would think the cold water would help her keep it together, but the opposite was true. As she tried to find a safe spot to stare at, her eyes darted from one of his biceps to the other, before settling on his chest. Why does his body have to look so much better wet? For a second, she envied the tiny droplets that get to touch his inked skin.

If she only knew that she'll get to join them in a second, as his arms sneaked around her waist and pulled her closer.

"Max.." Deya's voice was barely a whisper, as she inhaled his masculine scent.

But he didn't reply. Instead, he planted a small kiss in the crook of her neck, its electricity distracting her enough that she didn't notice he's taking of her top until it was time to pull it over her head.

She instinctively attempted to take a step back, but the muscled arm held her in place with ease. Trying to shove him away next, Max effortlessly caught her wrists in one hand the moment she touched his chest and she internally cursed.

Pinning the hands high above her head, there was nothing to prevent him from taking off the top. And so he did. With teasing slowness, and a lot of unnecessary touching.

"W-wait" She pleaded, forcing herself to meet his lustful gaze

"I'll do it myself." Her cheeks started to blush when she heard herself say that. However, it was clear at this point that she'll end up naked one way or another. Doing it voluntarily will heighten the humiliation, but it is nothing compared to the humiliation over the feelings his touch was igniting. A very pleasurable feelings indeed.

After short contemplation, Max released her hands and took a step back, leaning his shoulder on the tiled wall. The intention to enjoy the show was written all over his face, making the girl blush again.

Throwing the top down, she hooked her thumbs on the hem of the leggings and started to pull them down slowly. Her aim was to gain some time before exposing her legs. Maybe find a way to distract him. However, without her knowing, it just made every single move much more seductive in the eyes of her spectator.

Reaching the ankles, she stepped out of the leggings carefully, making sure her feet won't slip on the wet surface. The only thing covering her body was her underwear, and she looked around hesitantly, unsure whether to take it off.

But she didn't have to contemplate it for long, as Max sprang to action, closing the distance between them and turning her around harshly. It all happened so quick, the girl only gasped as her hands stretched towards the wall in front for stability.