Page 45 of Security and Submission
Especially since Zeus seemed committed to seeing the whole thing through. She was enjoying herself. He hadn’t even been judgmental when she’d wanted to change into jeans to walk the dogs, and then back into her sweatpants when they’d returned. He, of course, had remained in his slutty grey sweatpants. Which she tried not to look at too much.
“You tell me,” Zeus answered, leaning back on the couch. Now that the food had been cleaned up, and they’d been walked, both of the dogs seemed content to lie on the floor, snuggled up against each other in such a picture of cuteness that Yasmine had immediately snapped a photo to send to Sarah. “You’re the expert. I’ve never done this before.”
“Well…” She glanced over everything. She’d brought her whole kit, so she had multiples of everything. Although she doubted his feet were going to fit into the foot masks. His hands were probably going to be a tight fit. Looking at his face again, and his head, her lips twitched.
One of the prepared face masks wouldn’t work because of his beard, but they could do some under-eye masks, and she did have her green tea spreadable mask…
“Let’s start with these.” She grabbed the packets with the under-eye masks, one for him and one for her, and handed one to him. “It opens here.” She demonstrated with her packet and pulled out the little tray with the flimsy, gold bean-shaped masks. “And then you just put these under your eyes.”
Despite his big hands and fingers, he was surprisingly dexterous as he got the packet opened, and the thin masks peeled off the tray. Yasmine thought she remembered him saying something about being tech-oriented. Maybe all that time on a keyboard helped.
“Like this?” he asked, gently patting the first eye mask with his fingertips on his cheekbone.
“A little higher,” Yasmine said, leaning over to pluck the second one from his fingers and apply it. It shouldn’t have been sexy, but just leaning over him, touching him, even if it was through the mask, made her tingle with awareness. She did her best to keep her breathing even and normal, despite the way her pulse picked up as she smoothed her fingertips over the eye mask.
Maybe it was the way he was staring up at her intently as she did so, his gaze never leaving her face. She wasn’t sure she’d ever been so closely studied before.
Definitely not without her usual amount of makeup on.
It was unnerving, to say the least.
“There you go.” She straightened back up and glanced down at the rest of the options. Her gaze caught on the green tea spreadable mask.
How far did she dare push this?
Normally, she would never sleep with a guy on the first date. But this wasn’t a date. And she wasn’t trying to start a relationship with Zeus. She was throwing the old rules out the window and mostly trying to do the complete opposite. Which meant that she should sleep with him tonight.
Made sense to her.
That might just be her hormones talking, but at a certain point, a girl wanted what she wanted.
“Now what?” Zeus looked up at her expectantly, hands resting on his lap where his thighs were slightly spread apart. The little gold masks under his eyes didn’t make him look any less masculine, just like the pink drink hadn’t. If anything, the incongruity emphasized it.
“Forehead mask,” she said with a nod. Scooping up the little circular container, Yasmine made an inward prayer that she wasn’t about to make a total fool out of herself, and instead of bending down again, she straddled Zeus’ lap.
His eyes widened, and his hands shifted from his thighs to her thighs as she settled onto his lap, facing him. The intensity in his gaze seemed to amp up several notches as he studied her expression.
“Forehead mask?” The question was a mere murmur, his strong fingers curving around her thighs without gripping.
“Mmm-hmm.” Yasmine could feel heat rising to her cheeks, though she did her best to pretend that straddling a man’s lap to smear green goop across his forehead was totally normal.
There was a tiny curve to his lips as he looked up at her. Yasmine used the little spatula that came with the kit to take the goop and carefully apply it to Zeus’ forehead. In her defense, since he was sitting on the couch and they were facing each other, it really was easier to do it this way. Not that she would recommend it to most people, unless they were trying to get laid.
“Brrr, that’s cold.” He said the words but didn’t actually shiver, his dark eyes tracking her face as she examined her work.
“Helps with inflammation,” she explained.
“Mmm-hmmm.” His hands flexed on her thighs, sending tingles of awareness up her legs and directly to her pussy.
Yasmine kept her focus, despite how difficult it was, shifting forward as she moved up his forehead. Despite how aroused she was becoming—even though this was not what she would normally consider foreplay—she couldn’t help but feel the urge to giggle as the mask went higher and higher.
“I thought you said face mask, not head mask,” Zeus commented, also picking up on the fact that she was no longer applying it to his face. He didn’t sound upset, at least.
“Oh, so it’s my fault your forehead never ends?” she teased.
His hands flexed on her thighs, sending more tingles through her body.
Zeus
