"Still green." Her voice is breathy and so sexy I almost regret telling her we would take our time.
It only gets worse when her clean-shaven mound comes into view and the scent of her arousal reaches my nose. Fuck.Fuck!
"Daddy?"
Sucking in a breath, I force my eyes away from her glistening lips. She'ssoturned on just from this small interaction. "Sorry, little one. You have me mesmerized. Come on, let's get you warmed up."
She doesn't comment on how tense my tone is which I hope means I'm not scaring her. When she put us firmly in Big girl, Daddy territory, I didn't think it would be this hard to keep my hands to myself.
As she turns to step in, I catch sight of the scars she was talking about. Thin, long white lines are scattered across her back and what's even fucking more distressing is they travel over her ass too.
That man whipped her with no fucking pants on. What perverted sick fuck would do this to his daughter?
"He's dead, Daddy."
My chest collapses at her whispered words. Part of me wishes he weren't so I could torture him myself. A bullet to the head was a goddamn mercy he didn't deserve.
Her big brown eyes peer up at me from her seated position in the tub. Guilt swamps me that I didn't help her get in and I drop to my knees beside the porcelain wall.
"I'm so sorry for what's happened to you. I'm even more sorry I wasn't there to save you. But you saved yourself all on your own. I'm so proud of you, Lulu."
I watch her sift through my statements as if trying to find cracks in the truth. She must find none or give up, because she soon nods with a small smile and slumps back into the tub.
"You rest. Daddy needs to take care of you," I murmur and drop a bath bomb between her legs. Her gasp makes my dick hard and when she starts to wiggle as it fizzles near her pussy, I shush her. "Relax."
I'm aware I'm only heightening her arousal as I run my hands over her silky body, but I avoid her nipples and leave it to her to clean her privates. There's too much fear that if I touch her pretty little pussy, I'll take her all the way. I quicken the bath and get her out.
We're both a tense, hot, mess as I wrap her in a towel thirty minutes later. The path to getting her ready for bed is intense yet sweet as she submits to me. I fall asleep worried that I started something we'll need to finish sooner than I had planned.
seventeen
LULU
I never thought I would have a sexual drive. My life never consisted of anything good or remotely comforting but now, living with Preston for the past few days, I'm constantly a puddle of goo.
His soft touches and lingering glances rise the need in me higher. I so badly want another bath or for him to touch my bare skin again, but he hasn't. Even him undressing me or changing my outfit isn't enough.
"Come on, Lulu!"
My foot is eerily close to stomping itself. Acrankypuddle of goo is what I am. I'm learning more and more about myself and my Little side.
Certain triggers can send me into Little space or just a feeling of contentment. But there's also the other side of it where some things can make my Little feel further away.
Like being horny for three days.
I hear Daddy go into my playroom where he expects me to be and cross my legs on the bed. See? I'm patient.
"Baby?"
The alarm in his voice startles me but he's quick to check our room next. When he sees me sitting on the bed, he puffs out a big sigh and his shoulders drop. "Jesus, little girl. You scared me."
"Sorry," I say. That's all I got. I'm super frustrated and achy. He's the Daddy, shouldn't he know he's pushing me too far?
He cocks his head and sits beside me. "Why aren't you ready to go?"
"I don't want to."
His eyebrows twitch but he keeps his face motionless for the most part. "Why not? Aren't you excited to play with Cora?"
