Pleasure in Giving.

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She rested her head on his chest, her breath coming in shallow. His touch was feathery, meant to tease and pamper. 

Sensual and slow, he let the water trail from her head and watched it flow down her body. Muntaha's eyes stayed glued to the rapid beating of her heart and the occasional rise and fall of her chest. 

Sidra couldn't see him through her blindfolds. However, she felt his eyes boring into her, setting her skin on fire despite the coolness of the water on it. 

She couldn't protest. Didn't want to either. Why should she when her mind was filled with the thoughts of him and him alone? Her parents were long forgotten as though the incident never happened. 

He hadn't even begun his ministration yet. He was just teasing. Slowly driving her out of the foggy uncertainty she had experienced not long ago.