Page 19 of Winter Break

He nods as he reaches for the nozzle and turns the water on again. “I do, Little doll. All of my senses are heightened. I can taste more distinct flavors, see better, hear better, and smell stronger.”

“Can you feel more subtle nuances when you touch things, too?”

“Yes.” Daddy releases my soapy hair and strokes his hand down to my tummy and up toward my breasts. When he cups one, I arch into his hand, gripping the tub so hard that my fingertips ache.

Daddy finishes rinsing me and sets one hand on my lower back, supporting me while he uses the other to stroke my breasts.

I whimper as he thumbs my nipple.

“These pink little buds are so fucking pretty, Little doll. I can’t wait to taste them.”

I gasp, eyes going wide.

He chuckles. “I’m going to suckle these tits as soon as I finish bathing you, Little doll. Get emotionally ready.”

“But why?” I mutter.

He chuckles. “You’ll see.”

When he releases my breast, I shudder. I don’t want him to stop.

Daddy rinses my hair and body again and applies conditioner. I realize the scent is distinctive. It’s his shampoo and conditioner. Of course it is. I’m in his home. He wasn’t expecting me.

He lifts a section of my hair to his nose and inhales. “I like the idea of you smelling like me, Little doll.” It’s as though he’s read my mind.

“I think I like it, too,” I tell him.

He gives me a pleased smile as he moves down my body and lifts one of my feet.

I giggle as he washes my toes. This entire experience is surreal. I’m naked with a man I’ve just met today, and he’s giving me a bath. What next?

I won’t let myself ponder that question or voice it out loud because I’m sure the answer will freak me out.

After seeing to both feet and shins, Daddy lathers his palms again. He washes my thighs and slides his hands higher. There’s no water left in the tub. It has all run down the drain. I’m so totally exposed as he drags his thumbs close to my sex. Without the water running, all I hear is tiny bubbles popping and my own heart hammering.

“Open your legs for Daddy, Little doll,” he orders in a deep voice.

Panting, I obey him. It’s impossible not to. It’s as though I’m drawn to do so, compelled by a higher power. He’s spoken of Fate. I assume She is at work here. Fate isn’t something I’ve ever contemplated as a real thing, but I’m starting to believe in the concept.

My fingers tighten on the edge of the tub again as Daddy strokes his thumbs over my folds. My breath hitches. Something inside me suddenly comes to life. It’s the same something that’s been bubbling near the surface since I met him. Lust. Need. A driving force that’s going to consume me. I won’t be able to stop it. Its inevitability is a tangible being.

A strange noise fills my ears, and it takes a few seconds for me to realize it’s coming from me. I’m moaning.

“That’s a good girl. Let it feel good.” He continues to stroke me. I should stop him. This is so inappropriate. I don’t know him. I shouldn’t let him touch me like this. Or bathe me. Or see me naked.

But he claimed me, right? So this is inevitable. I can feel the certainty in my bones. I’m his now. He’s mine. “Are you going to have sex with me?” I ask in a shaky voice.

“Millions of times, Little doll.” His voice is sultry. That wasn’t really an answer to my question, but I’m too distracted to clarify. Instead, I bite my bottom lip as his hands slide up to cup my breasts again.

Goosebumps rise all over my skin. I’m shamelessly aroused. At least I think that’s what I’m experiencing.

I whimper again like a wounded animal when Daddy releases me to turn the water back on. He lifts the nozzle out of the holder again. “Eyes closed, Little doll.”

I squeeze them shut as he demands and try to control my trembling while he rinses off my hair and then my body, letting all the soap and water drain away.

“Next time, I’ll fill the tub higher and let you stay in and play for a while, but right now, I need my mouth on your pussy, Little doll.” His voice is strained, and his words make my heart race.

He what?