An Heir for the Billionaire (20 page)

Damon groaned. However, it was a groan of resignation.

As they entered the bathroom the motion sensors turned the lights on and she lead him to an armless wooden chair situated by the double sink. "Sit."

Doing as told, Damon sat and watched as she walked over to the double Jacuzzi bathtub and turned it on. Once the temperature was perfect she added some lavender scented bath salts and bubble bath. With the water still running, she opened the cabinet under the sinks and grabbed an electric shaver. Plugging it in she adjusted so it would shave him bald and then walked over to him.

Damon reached for her hips, but she batted his hands away. "Nope, not until we're done."

"You're so mean to me."

Katrina rolled her eyes, flipping her hair over her shoulder and out of her eyes. "Uh-huh." Katrina swung her leg over his lap and settled herself onto his lap, facing him. His shaft hardened to its full potential between her legs and she had to push back the feelings of desire that it was being invoked within her so she could get to the task at hand.

Damon glanced down at her breasts, which in her position were less than an inch from his mouth. "And you're saying this isn't teasing?"

Ignoring him, she wiggled on his lap, his shaft slipping between her increasingly wet folds. Flipping on the clippers she started on the left side of his head and made the first cut, leaving a completely bald strip in his dark hair. She wiggled again, only partially to tease him, but mostly because she needed a better position to make the next cut.

Slowly, his hair began to be fall away. She intentionally brushed her dark, tightening nipples across his lips a number of times during the process. Her teasing got her a low, feral growl in response, but he refused to give her the satisfaction of taking what he wanted.

As the final strip of hair fell away, she leaned back on his lap and turned off the shaver. Placing the shaver on the white marble countertop she evaluated the new, bald Damon. He looked good bald, as good bald as he did with hair, but instead of the boyishly sexy look he had with hair, the bald look gave him a dangerously sexy look. She liked the dangerous sexy, bad boy Damon.

"So?"

She looked down into his dark, questioning eyes and a smile spread across her lips. "You look...
really
hot." She reached between her legs and stroked his rock hard cock until a pebble of cum formed at the tip of his cock. She swiped the cum with her thumb and brought it to her mouth. Sucking her thumb in she licked off the cum, as she watched the fire flare up in his eyes. Just as he was about to grab her to situate her on his throbbing cock, she stood and stepped away from him.

"Oh, come on!" Laughing, Damon fell back in the seat.

"Stay there." Walking over to the tub she turned it off. The water was perfect, the sweet smell of lavender filled the room and a couple of inches of bubbles skimmed the top of the water.

Walking back over to him, she grabbed his knees and parted them. Stepping between his legs she grabbed the clippers and fell to her knees.

"Hell no Kat!"

He was about to stand when she leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the head of his shaft, making him groan. He settled back into the chair, as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. She sucked and swirled her tongue along the swollen head until he was relaxed and fully indulging in the feel of her mouth around him. Once he was fully relaxed she let his dick fall from her lips and turned on the clippers.

"Damn woman, the shit I allow you to do to me. I'm fucking whipped, that's what I am. Whipped."

"It's called marriage honey." Looking up, she caught his eyes and grinned, loving his discomfort. "Ready?"

Taking a deep breath in, he exhaled loudly and nodded waving a dismissive hand at her. "Do what you have to do."

Shit, now how to go about this...
Her experience with ball shaving was... well... non-existent.
Maybe I should have Googled the best way to go about this?

"Okay, what's with the hesitation?"

She pulled back and looked at him, pasting the best innocent look she could on her face. There was genuine concern in his eyes. His frown deepened.

"It's going to be fine."

"Maybe we should let it fall out naturally." He made an attempt to stand, but she grasped his cock and stroked him a moment, settling him back down in the chair.

"Bullied. Pushed around," he grumbled, eyeing her intently.

He tensed as she flicked on the shaver and it began to buzz softly. Deciding to just do it, she started her work on the left ball. She worked carefully and after a minute or so his body began to relax and she worked more confidently until his entire groin area was shaved.

Turning off the clippers she placed them on the countertop and inspected her work. "It looks amazing Damon. You're definitely going to need to keep it this way." Looking back up at him she snickered at his flabbergasted expression.

"Hell no. This is a one time deal."

"Oh, come on! I shave for you!"

Damon laughed, "You shaved before we got back together woman!"

Katrina huffed and rolled her eyes. Okay, so he had her there... But still. "That's not the point."

They both remained silent a moment, their eyes locked. He growled low in the back of his throat and gave his head a shake. "We'll see."

Chapter 18

He was surprisingly fine with being bald up top and down below. The look of desire flaring up in her eyes as she looked at his shaved balls made it worthwhile. He could get use to it; it wasn't like anyone other than her would see it anyhow.

Happy with his response she got to her feet and began to walk backwards towards the tub. She beckoned him with her index finger to follow. His eyes travelled the length of her stunning body, pausing at her bald mound. If her seeing him shaved was as arousing to her as it was to him, then he'd definitely keep it.

He followed her to the tub, as he was about to reach her, she stepped into the tub giving him a coy look. Damon followed her into the tub and sank into the bubbles. He would never admit it to anyone, not even Katrina, but he loved the relaxing feel of a warm bath and the lavender scent. It was a secret indulgence. He was positive that there were perhaps scores of other men who would also never admit it. Having his beautiful, naked wife with him made the moment even more enjoyable.

He reached up and grabbed her waist pulling her down to him, ensuring he didn't submerge the catheter which was sticking out of his right arm into the water, otherwise Gary would have a fucking fit when he came in the next day for his check-up and next dose of chemo.

She lowered herself onto him, straddling him and pressing her naked body against his. "I think I'm going to love seeing you between my legs, tongue fucking me with your new bald look," she whispered into his ear, nipping at his ear lobe and making his body shiver in response.

"You'll get to see soon enough." It still shocked him how candid she was becoming, her words turned him on almost as much as her body gyrating against him. He'd created a monster and he loved it!

She sat up on him, grasped his cock and aligned him with her opening. She stared into his eyes as she gently lowered herself onto him. The passion in her gaze increased as she took more of his length in. Her soft, wet core took him in, accommodating his girth and begging him for more.

They sighed in unison as she took him in completely. Sliding his hand to the back of her neck, he urged her lips down to his. She placed her hands on his shoulders and began to ride him, as their lips locked. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she began to work him.

Her lips parted, inviting him to play as she began to move on him. She rotated her hips in a circular motion as she moved up and down on him. The combination of their tongues dancing with the feel of her soft skin pressing against him and the feel of her core milking him was bringing him rapidly to his brink. Of course, it hadn't helped that she'd had him in a state of arousal for over a half hour. Stroking, teasing, taunting. She could bring him or climax faster and harder than any woman he'd ever met.

She pulled her lips from his, slipped her arms around his neck and increased the speed she moved on him. Soft moans and arousing whimpers came from her lips as they skimmed along the side of his neck. Threading one hand into her hair, he placed the other hand on her ass and pulled her down to him with each of her downward thrusts.

Her moans became louder, whimpers more frequent. Her body began to tense.

"That's it honey, let go for me," he groaned moving with her, thrusting his hips up and meeting each of her downward thrusts so that he buried himself completely into her channel - balls deep.

She suddenly pulled back, closing her eyes, arching her back and began to ride him in earnest. The water and bubbles began to splash and splatter over the side of the tub from the force of her movements. Her breasts, which were covered in droplets of water and bubbles, jiggled enticingly from the motion. She was like a blonde water goddess at that moment, beautiful, sexy and bringing him so much pleasure it was near painful.

"Oh God yes! Oh yes!" Her pussy tightened around him as she slammed down onto his lap, cried out and hit her climax.

"Keep going," Damon ordered when she began to slow her movements. He was getting close and was desperate to come. Pleasure was beginning to overtake his body, mixed with the intense tension. His balls were beginning to tighten - painfully tight.

Her pussy continued to tremble around his shaft. Each small tremble of her pussy pushed him closer to his own climax. She suddenly bucked hard on him, almost violently, and with a loud cry out her pussy exploded on him a second time.

The gush of her warm juices and the contracting of her core around him was his undoing. He groaned loudly, spewing a slew of obscenities though what he said exactly he couldn't say, as the dam broke and he came inside of her.

They sighed in unison as they both relished the feel of their bodies connected.

After a few minutes, Katrina pulled back from him and caressed the side of his face. "I love you Damon Garratt."

His insides warmed, as they did every time he heard those words uttered from her lips. Anything and everything could be wrong with the world and in his life and those words made it right for him.

"Love you too Katrina Garratt."

"Mmmmm. I love the sound of that."

He cocked a brow at her and smiled. "I love saying it."

"Oh shit!" A frown replaced her smile and she looked in horror at his arm where the catheter was placed.

Damon groaned inwardly and went to thrust his hand into his hair and groaned a second time when he realized he had no hair. He hadn't even noticed that the catheter had pulled out an inch and the wrapping was drenched with a mixture of water and lavender bubbles.

"Well, I guess the good doctor will be making a house call early this week."

She shook her head giving him a wry smile. "Gary is going to so pissed at you."

"Damn good thing I have money, because I have a feeling he's going to rape me financially for this."

*****

~~ Two Months Later ~~

"It's been a long haul," Dr. Van Buren stated, opening Damon's file.

"It has," Damon agreed as he tightened his grip on Katrina's shoulders, pulling her tight to his side as they reclined on the black leather loveseat in Dr. Van Buren's office. Normally the meetings were done at his house in New York, but during the radiation treatments and on this occasion they were forced to travel to the clinic so they could speak to both Gary and the woman who took care of the radiation treatment, Doctor Vivian Rodrick.

Long haul, however, was hardly the term he'd use. It has been a marathon of hell, and Damon thanked God each and every day that Katrina came into his life when she did. She thought he did a lot for her, constantly chastising him for spoiling her, but whatever he did for her was nothing to the strength she gave him. Destiny was definitely on his side where meeting up with her again was concerned.

He looked down at Katrina and could see the worry and fear in her eyes. Not something he liked to see. She'd aged in the previous two months. The stress in combination with the morning sickness was getting to her and it broke his heart.

With his free hand he grasped hers, lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. This got her attention and she looked up at him.

I love you
: he mouthed.

Her body relaxed slightly, and he saw the first smile of the day cross her lips as she mouthed:
I love you.

The sound of Dr. Van Buren clearing his throat broken them from their moment and both sets of eyes became glued to him.

"So I have the results from the MRI and your blood work."

"And..." Damon prompted.
Why in the fuck is Gary beating around the bush? Am I cured or no?

"I just want to make this clear that the results could change-"

"-is it gone or not Gary," Damon broke in.

A hint of a smile lifted the corners of Gary's lips and Damon's spirits lifted.