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“Dinner?” Her stomach chose that moment to growl, giving her away. “You made dinner?”
“Something like that. What scent do you want in your bath?”
“Anything with peppermint.” She grinned when he raised an eyebrow in surprise. “It’s supposed to boost your energy levels. You did say I was going to need plenty of energy for tonight.”
“And I stand by that. I’ll see what’s in the package Frankie picked up for us.”
“Is Frankie here?”
“No. She picked up some supplies I asked for and headed back to Charleston. But she said the cabin doesn’t have any renters for another week so we can stay a couple days if we want.”
“That would be amazing.”
“Agreed.” Leaning in, he brushed a kiss across her lips. “Let me go run that bath for you, little one.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
She managed to wait until he’d disappeared into the bathroom to silently throw her hands in the air and do a little celebration dance on the bed. It was finally happening! She was finally going to lose her v-card!
It was about fucking time.
By the time he returned to the bedroom, wiping his hands dry on a small towel, she’d gotten herself back under control. “No peppermint, but there was a bath salt mixture just labeled ‘Energy’ so I scooped some of that in there for you. I think it has orange in it.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, Lottie-bug. Go enjoy your bath, I’ll come get you when dinner’s ready if you don’t join me first.”
Stripping out of her clothes as he closed the bedroom door behind him, she made her to the bathroom. First things first, she stood with her back to the mirror, twisting around to try and see the evidence of her spanking. There were two lingering welts, right across her sit-spots, but other than that all evidence of her punishment had faded, save a bit of soreness.
“Well, that’s just rude,” she mumbled to herself as she slid into the blissfully hot water filling the giant tub. It seemed completely unfair that as much as the spanking had hurt, she had nothing to show for it. What would it take, she wondered, to leave marks that stayed longer than a couple of hours?
She’d have to ask Braden. Maybe once things were a bit more settled and she was fairly certain she could go more than a day or two without getting her ass spanked.
Letting her mind drift to the possibilities of what her Daddy could have planned for her, she drifted in the tub until the water cooled around her. With more than a little reluctance, she rinsed off and grabbed the towel he’d left hanging by the tub for her, wrapping it around her body as she walked back into the bedroom.
Apparently Braden had been a busy bee while she’d been soaking in the tub. Unlit candles were scattered around the room, and a white dress was laid out on the bed. There were no accompanying panties, but that seemed par for the course with Braden, so she shimmied her way into the dress and reveled in the sinful luxury of silk against her bare skin.
Since she’d been in a rush the night before, she only had the bare essentials with her, but she made do. It was enough to put on a light coat of makeup and pin her hair up before stepping out of the bedroom.
She found Braden in the kitchen, looking adorably domestic as he bent and pulled what looked to be two baked potatoes from the oven.
“Smells delicious.”
Placing the pan on top of the stove, he turned—and froze in place, his eyes all but bulging out of his head at the sight of her. “Looks delicious,” he returned, a wicked smile curving his lips. “Red or white wine?”
“Red, please.”
While he poured a glass for each of them, she took in the candles in the middle of the table, the white linen of the napkins, and her heart tripped in her chest. “What’s all this for?”
“You,” he replied simply, handing her a glass. Lifting his own as if in a toast, he brushed his fingers across her cheek, and even just that simple touch had her body trembling with need. “After everything, I thought you deserved a little romance.”
“If I’d known you’d be this romantic, I would have asked you to take my virginity a long time ago,” she teased, clinking her glass against his.
“I’m usually not. This romantic,” he added when she tilted her head in question. “But I don’t just want to be your first, Charlotte. I want to be your only. And that kind of commitment deserves a little… more.”
“Jesus.” Swallowing a large gulp of wine, she willed her racing heart to slow. “You always know exactly what to say, don’t you?”
“No.” Despite her teasing, his tone and expression remained serious. “Half the time I speak, I end up with my foot in my mouth, especially when it comes to relationships. I’m not an easy man to get along with. I’m controlling and demanding, and I work too much. At times, I’ll expect more of you than you think you can give, especially where your submission is concerned. But I promise you if you agree to be mine, your happiness will be the most important thing to me.”
