“Such a good girl,” he praises me and I feel proud that I could make him see me as someone worthy of his words.
“Thank you, Daddy.” I blush and he laughs. I kiss his cheeks and bounce on his cock, making the water slosh around us.
“Angel, we can do it again, but I want to get you cleaned up first.”
A giggle leaves my mouth before I can stop it. “I don’t want to be clean. I want you to dirty me up.”
Drew groans and brings me to his chest. He hugs me, keeping me plastered to him. I love the feel of his skin against mine.
"No. I've got to take care of you, sweet angel. You need to get used to me pampering you."
I kiss his shoulder and lay my head down. I've had no one to pamper me. Not since my mother died. And what she could do was limited because of my father.
"Ok, Daddy."
"That's my angel. Lift your bottom, sweetheart. Let's get you cleaned up."
I move because I want to do what he asks of me. The idea of disappointing Drew worries me. His kind nature toward me is something I crave. Knowing at any moment I could anger him, terrifies me.
When I sit down in the water again, my back is toward Drew. I pick at the skin on my left thumb, nervous at the prospect that this may be a dream. Pleasure still runs through me but it's muddied now with my thoughts. I'm conflicted about what I'm doing with Drew and how it may turn out badly.
He picks up the soap and gently runs it along my back. "Sweet angel, I can tell something is on your mind. Are you alright? What's wrong?"
He doesn't stop cleaning me. I watch the water slosh as he moves closer to me. His lips brush the back of my neck, and I gasp. The pleasure intensifies within my body. I didn't know I could feel this way. That he turns me on with a simple kiss amazes me.
"That … that feels so good."
He chuckles and kisses my neck again. His lips move to my right ear, and he blows on it. My spine tingles, and my stomach feels like there are hundreds of butterflies in it. Dear Lord, my ears are a spot that I never would have thought would be a turn on. I mean, they are ears, for goodness sake. I want more.
He pulls back and I instantly miss him. I whimper. "Answer my question." He bites the top of my ear. Soft, but with enough pressure that my clit is throbbing. I wonder if you can have an orgasm from someone playing with you like this.
I arch back into him and feel his hardening cock. He's turned on by this. He wants me as much as I want him. I think. Okay, I hope he does. I know nothing when it comes to wanting someone.
"I'm worried I'll disappoint you. That I'll end up making you angry, and this kindness you are showing me will go away."
His hands grab my breasts, and the soap sloshes into the water. My head falls onto his chest. I feel his heart beating fast as he massages my breasts.
"Never," he growls. "I will never hurt you."
His words give me hope, but I'm uncertain. "Promise?" The insecurity inside of me runs wild. I don't know if I can believe anyone when they say they won't hurt me. Everyone I've ever liked or loved has turned on me.
"Angel. I promise with my life on the line, I will never lay a finger on you in anger. You have my word that the way I'm treating you right now will continue."
I slump into him. "Thank you, Drew." My voice quivers with unshed tears. I want to believe him. Maybe then I can believe I'm worthy of kindness.
He pinches my left nipple and my back arches, causing me to look up at him.
"What was that, sweet angel?" His eyes have no harshness in them. Although his words are firm, there's no malice in them.
I scrunch up my nose and smirk. "Thank you, Daddy."
He pinches my nipples again. "I see someone has a little attitude, huh?" He claims my lips to keep me from answering. I wouldn't have it any other way as his hands glide down my body with the soap he must have picked up. We stay like this, tongues dancing, for a long time.
* * *
After our bath,we get dressed. Drew insists on carrying me into the living room, which I don't argue about. I enjoy being in his arms. He puts me on the couch, legs stretched out and my head on the arm. I bite my lip to keep from laughing as he lays a blanket over me and hands me the remote. I get the movie ready while he goes into the kitchen.
I can't believe I'm skipping school, but I'm not complaining about it. A whole day with Drew? It's the perfect day.
