Talia stared at Damon. "What?"
"You heard me.", Damon said. "Undress me."
Talia's eyes moved from his shirt to his pants and then she met his gaze. He is not expecting that she will undress him fully. Right? RIGHT?
But then… Damon made a point (more than once) that he was not wearing underwear, and that means other than his shirt and pants, there are not many things to remove, so she had to ask, "Just the shirt, right?"
Damon cocked an eyebrow. "Are you negotiating with me, Mrs. Blake?"
Talia pressed her lips into a line and looked at the buttons of his shirt like they are her mortal enemies.
Talia chanted internally that this is not a big deal. She saw him topless many times before and she even held onto him while sleeping. She can do this.
After one deep breath, Talia's shaky fingers started moving to undo buttons of Damon's shirt, and he watched her in silence.
She loved and hated the smirk of amusement on his handsome face.
Each button undone revealed a bit more of Damon's glorious landscape and even though Damon being topless is not an unusual sight because the man would often walk around with his impeccable physique exposed, this had a different air about it.
Talia's breathing picked up, following her raging heartbeat and she felt lightheaded. Is she going to faint?
The last button came undone, and Talia met Damon's eyes apprehensively.
"Remove it.", Damon ordered, and her hands traveled slowly up his pecks to push the shirt from his shoulders.
Seeing that he didn't move even after the shirt was on the floor, Talia frowned at his crotch area.
Does he want her to remove his pants also?
"I can stand here all night, kitten.", Damon said, and Talia gulped softly.
Yup. Pants also.
She didn't want to think about what lays beneath that fine black fabric.
Talia steeled her resolve and reached for the belt.
Her hands were clumsy, and she struggled to unfasten the buckle. Eventually, she tugged on it. Once, twice…
"Easy, kitten. Take your time", Damon chuckled. "Whatever is under it, won't go anywhere."
Talia gritted her teeth and wondered, why the blasted buckle won't open?
She got on her knees to observe what's going on there.
Damon was staring at her without blinking, and he forgot how to breathe.
The scene of Talia kneeling in front of him made him imagine all kinds of scenarios. Mostly scenes of Talia with his cock in her mouth.
If there was a possibility of Damon losing his mind due to extreme arousal, this would be it.
Talia was completely focused on the buckle of Damon's belt, and it took her a few exceedingly long seconds to notice that there is a latch on the side of the buckle.
Talia cursed Damon silently. Why didn't he say there is a mechanism? Was he enjoying her struggle? Probably.
Fueled by her indignation, Talia opened the belt and undid buttons of his pants and when the last button gave in and she got a peek of the dark blue fabric under the pants, Talia paused with a frown on her face.
Underwear.
Didn't Damon say he is not wearing underwear? It's not that Talia was hoping he will be naked under the pants, but… Was he teasing her about it so far?
"Why did you stop?", Damon asked.
"You are wearing underwear.", Talia blurted out.
"Are you disappointed?"
Excessive heat invaded Talia's face. Why did she point out his underwear? It sounded like she wanted him naked!
Damon was thoroughly entertained by the variety of her expressions.
The truth is that Damon rarely wears underwear, but now he put the briefs on because they were attending an event, and the dress pants were not firm enough to contain his erection that was inevitable with Talia around.
"Don't worry, kitten.", Damon said. "We will get there. Take your time. I know you are enjoying revealing my body one part at a time."
Talia exhaled a shaky breath, and her hands clutched the waistband of his pants.
She didn't dare to look up while pulling his pants down because her face was on fire and Damon would definitely see through her that she noticed a massive bulge in his crotch area. It was impossible to miss.
"Oh, yeah, kitten… circular movements are the best… press harder… mmm… yeah…", Damon moaned, and Talia wished for him to pipe it down.
Where were they?
In the bathroom.
Damon was relaxing in the tub and Talia was squatting on the side and washing his back.
How did she end up giving him a bath?
After undressing him (down to his underwear), Damon gave her a choice. To remove his briefs or to prepare a bubble bath.
Of course, Talia chose the latter.
Damon didn't mind whichever she chooses because how he saw it, both choices will lead to the same outcome. But Talia didn't know that.
The tab was nearly full when Damon strutted in the bathroom with, "I believe there is a sponge under the sink…"
Talia peeled her eyes from his firm ass that was covered with dark blue briefs, and she ducked in the storage, under the sink.
There was no sponge in there, and by the time she looked up, Damon was in the tub with a sponge in his hand, and his briefs were on the floor.
"Wash me…", he commanded, and she did her best not to imagine what's hiding under that layer of bubbles.
And here is Talia… wearing only tiny panties and a bra, rubbing Damon's back and if not for his ambiguous sounds, she would be able to fully enjoy the magnificent visual of his back.
Eventually, Talia stood up. "Done."
"Front also.", Damon said like it's a totally normal thing.
She started with his shoulders and moved to his pecs. Everything was firm and perfect, and Talia fought against her urge to look into his eyes or down to his crotch area that was still covered in bubbles, but it seemed that the bubbles were thinning out. If she doesn't hurry, there will be no bubbles left. Then what?
"You like this, don't you, kitten?", Damon asked her.
"No.", she lied. "Why would I like serving you?"
"Serving me?", Damon asked in a fake surprise, and his voice dipped dangerously low as he continued, "This is your punishment, not a job. If you see it as a job, I should increase the difficulty…"
Damon grabbed her arm and before Talia could react, she found herself inside the tub.
Talia feared that the moody Alpha will submerge her in the water completely and she fought mightily to hold onto the edge of the tub and not drown.
How can her feeble strength compare to Damon's?
She inhaled a few times, to confirm that her head was above water, and he had no intention of drowning her.
Talia chided herself internally. Why did she think that he will drown her? Of course, he wouldn't hurt her, but what's with this ridiculous situation?
Why did she end up sitting on Damon's thighs, facing him?
She looked down on herself and felt like crying. "My bra…"
Her panties were still on her and wet, but the bra was a problem. It was a pushup bra, and the paddings were soaked, heavy, and uncomfortable.
"No, no! That's not… what I… meant", Talia stuttered, but by the time she finished speaking, her bra was on the floor, next to Damon's briefs.
How can a man move so quickly?
When a breeze hit her now exposed chest, Talia quickly covered her girls with her hands.
"Will you wash me, or…?", Damon's voice trailed, and Talia immediately grabbed the sponge that was floating nearby and started scrubbing his pecs.
Damon was reclined backward which was perfect for Talia to stretch toward him and dip herself until the bubbles provided coverage for her breasts.
"How is it, kitten?", Damon asked. "Still a job, or does it feel like a punishment now?"
"Punishment. Punishment.", Talia said with a pitiful expression. If she is not convincing enough, who knows what else he will come up with?
If not for his super cheat of being able to sense Talia's emotions, Damon would believe her. Maybe. But now he was confident that the only things preventing her from jumping on him were her shyness and inexperience, and he loved both of those.
Damon narrowed his eyes at Talia and pushed himself to sit straight.
Talia stiffened when she felt his palm at her lower back. The water was warm, but his palm was hot, and Talia was sure that it will leave a mark behind.
"I think you are lying, kitten", Damon murmured, and Talia's heart thundered against her chest. "Look at me."
They were close. Too close. And the sweet scent of roses from the bubbles was completely overpowered by the scent of the forest and the dark chocolate.
Their position was scandalous, and Talia wanted to look away, but it was impossible to break that intense eye contact and her body refused to move away from Damon.
"Tell me. How does this feel like?", Damon asked, and Talia shivered when his finger started moving along the groove of her spine.
"Tingly…", Talia responded breathily. "It feels like I'm going to fall apart."
Damon applied pressure on Talia's back, pulling her closer to him.
"I will not allow you to fall apart, kitten.", his breath splashed against her lips. "Do you trust me?"
"Ye…"
Damon swallowed the last sound from her mouth with a fiery kiss that took her breath away.
Talia's arms moved around him, and the sponge from her hand plopped into the water behind Damon a second before her fingers laced into his hair.
