“You want Daddy to touch you?” he whispered, and just the sound of it made me whimper.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please. Want it so bad.”
He never hesitated. His fingers slid between my legs and started stroking me, easy and sure, like he knew every inch already. I moaned, couldn’t help it, but he didn’t make a sound except for that low hum in his chest. He was hard behind me, the proof of it thick and hot, and the only thing I could do was squirm against his lap and try not to break apart right there in the tub.
He bent his head and kissed my neck. “Easy, princess. Let Daddy do it.”
My thighs jerked open under the water. The ache between them was so sharp it almost hurt, but I loved the way he teased me. His free hand dragged the sponge over my ribs, my breasts,the curve of my hip, like he wanted to memorize every inch before he’d let himself go lower.
He pressed the heel of his palm down, bracing me, and circled my clit with two fingers. Not rough. Not fast. Just a steady, relentless pressure, like the only thing he cared about was making my body remember this forever.
I whimpered.
“Good girl. That’s it. You take whatever Daddy gives you.”
I could barely breathe. The steam, the heat, the water sloshing between my legs—it was all too much, but I never wanted it to stop. My back arched, body so sensitive I felt every swirl of the sponge, every pass of his fingertips. When he slipped a finger inside me, I made a broken noise and clapped my hand over my mouth. He just laughed, low and dark, and bit my ear.
“Let me hear you,” he growled. “You don’t ever hide that from Daddy.”
I shuddered. My thighs shook, and when he added another finger, the stretch almost undid me. His other hand palmed my breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers, and I felt my insides go liquid. My head fell back on his shoulder, but he didn’t let up, just worked me harder, faster, until my hips started to buck off his lap.
“Daddy, please,” I gasped, not even sure what I was begging for.
He just tightened his grip around me, mouth rough on my neck. “Come for me.”
The orgasm hit so hard my vision whited out. I thought I’d slide right under the water, but his arms were locked around me, pinning me in place so all I could do was shake and cry out and let the pleasure tear through me. The sound that came out of me was raw, desperate, so much so that I almost didn’t recognize it.
He held me through the aftershocks, hand still between my legs, just stroking me until I slumped back, boneless, against hischest. The air felt thick, like I was underwater even though I wasn’t.
“You okay?” The words were right at my ear, soft this time.
I nodded, still trembling. “You’re so good at that,” I mumbled, and his laugh rumbled under my spine.
He kissed the top of my head. “I think you might have enjoyed that spanking a little.”
I pasted on an innocent face, but he chuckled so it clearly didn’t convince him. He washed me off gently, then just let me sit there, draped across his lap, boneless. His hand stroked low circles over my thigh. I wanted to stay like that forever, limbs heavy, head tipped back on his shoulder. Safe. The ache between my legs wasn’t even gone, not for a second, but it was the good kind. Like I was floating on top of myself, lazy and warm.
He reached for a towel before the water even started to cool and lifted me out, holding me against his chest so tightly I didn’t even shiver. The towel was huge and fluffy, and he wrapped it around me while he dried me off, even my bottom. “Hurt?”
“No.” Not really. I was a little sore, but I liked it. I liked the reminder that he took care of me.
He dried me, then sat me on the bathroom counter. The tile was cold under my butt, but he just grinned like he could see right through me. “You want to do your hair or let Daddy?”
I beamed. “You do it. Please.”
He hummed his approval, low and rough, and fished out the brush. I expected it to hurt, but his fingers were gentle, working out every knot like it was the most important thing he’d ever done. I watched him in the mirror, not believing it was real. I didn’t look grown up. I looked…small. Protected. Exactly how I needed to be.
He tied my hair up with a pink scrunchie, then bent and kissed my temple. “You’re perfect, princess.”
My whole body went tight at the praise.
He carried me back to the bed. I was limp as a kitten, but he just handled me, moving slowly, letting the towel unwind so my skin hit the cold sheets. His eyes went dark.
“You want Daddy to make you feel good again?”
I didn’t even know how to answer. My thighs squeezed together, and my voice was gone.
He didn’t seem to need it. He lowered himself over me, bracing his weight on his arms, and just looked for a second. The way he did that—I’d never felt so wanted in my life. He moved so his cock was hard against my thigh, and the heat in his eyes made my insides clench.
