Dominate me by Julia Romush (most read books txt) 📖

Honestly, I don't know what I forgot in this hair removal salon. Rather, it should have been called a salon of modern torture. Because it's hard to experience such hellish pain somewhere else. 

 
And the staff helpfully blamed it on my low pain threshold and hypersensitivity. 
 
How much did one procedure cost me? It was scary to think. Then to go through all this again, it would be easier to sit at home and pray that I have nowhere and nothing grew. Well, honestly. It doesn't hurt, it's cheap, and it's not embarrassing at all ... 
 
After I suddenly became "beautiful", I wanted to not just forget what happened to me, but to forget. In the literal sense of the word. 

 
The specialist recommended that I go to the pharmacy and stock up on a few tubes of ointment and also buy painkillers. Let's just say, these "friendly tips", said ex post facto, confused me a little. And that's a bit. 
 
That's why I decided that the cream and pills would be clearly not enough for me to come to my senses, my ultimate goal in the supermarket was the liquor department. 

A few bottles of champagne. A quick return home, and I was ready for fun in solitude. 

 
I was standing in the kitchen and thinking what to choose. Champagne or painkillers? Champagne or painkillers? 
 
Pills would relieve me of terrible discomfort. As, in principle, and champagne. Only the latter would give me more fun and joy. 

 
That is, the choice is obvious. 
 
I must say that the first bottle went just "super". And so it would have continued, if not for the natural needs of man. 
 
And after these procedures in the cabin, they were felt... spicy. Losing vigilance and forgetting the nurses' instructions, I began to take off my clothes as usual. 
 
At first, I didn't understand what had happened. It was a strange feeling as if I had small hooks in my skin, which now almost came out with the meat. As soon as I realized that it was the rest of the hair, I began to act more carefully, but I did not succeed. 

 
I quarreled especially enchantingly when I started to take off my underwear. I think every woman will agree that one leg is one thing and the bikini area is quite another. 

I solved the new problem. In two ways. Ointment and lack of clothing. The less foreign objects touched my body, the better. The most I allowed myself to wear was a thin and short silk robe. 

 
After opening a second bottle of champagne, I went to carry out the most rigorous assignment of my personal specialist in subtle laser torture. I was told to throw my epilator in the nearest trash can. Because epilation and depilation are compatible in much the same way as I am with mr. Asshole. 
 
And what do you think? Artem found me just at that moment. In a great mood. In one hand, a bottle of champagne and painkillers, which I unnecessarily went to put in a home medicine cabinet. In the other hand, an epilator. 
 
And in the eyes of passion and excitement. 

 
"And you're just in time". I laughed, not understanding how I look from the side. Not realizing what his inquisitive and then hard look meant when a man moved towards me like a hurricane.