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He took off his socks and boxers and her gaze went straight to the family jewels and his long, hard, already erect cock. “Including your thick cock and your tight-enough-to-bounce-a-quarter-off-it butt?”

His answer was a low, deep moan as he leaned past her to turn on the water, sprinkling in a handful of foaming bath salts that sat nearby in a glass jar. “Watch out, little girl, or we won’t even make it into the bathtub and I’ll take you right here on the bathroom counter.”

Lizzie wiggled her eyebrows. “That could be fun.”

“I’m sure it would be, but this bath is part of my making it up to you that I had to interrupt our plans for the day.” He reached over and tugged the bands from the bottom of her braids, undoing the woven strands with his fingers.

She could have done it herself but she’d figured out now that it was part of his ritual; something he needed to do before they could move forward into sexy time. Not that it really needed to be done; she was not feeling at all Little.

“Part of making it up to me?” she asked, intrigued. “What are the other parts?” Then before he could answer, she clarified, “Not that there’s anything to make up.”

“Of course there is,” Ace countered. “We had a perfect day planned, and we didn’t even do half the stuff on our list.”

“It’s okay,” she assured him, leaning against his chest and reaching around to rub his back and shoulders. “Angela and Christine needed you. It was important, and I don’t mind, really. We don’t have to do everything in one day. We have time. But I don’t mind this making it up plan, either, especially if it involves ice cream or some kind of dessert.” The second part of her sentence was murmured against his lips as they pressed against hers.

“Shut up and kiss me,” he growled.

She happily obliged.

At some point before their kiss turned into a heavy petting make-out session, they made it into the tub, with Ace lowering her into the warm water before climbing in behind her. She spread out and let the bubbles cover her body, leaning against his chest and marveled at how much room there still was in the massive tub.

“Mmmm,” Ace said as he adjusted to the water. “I may have gone a little hard in the bumper cars today, because this feels too damn good.”

“You’re sore from the bumper cars?” Lizzie squealed with wicked delight. “You’re so old!” She teased him even as the warm soapy water burned the raw skin of her well-spanked bottom.

“Watch out, or I’ll show you just how young I am, little girl. I will fuck every hole you have, all night long until you can’t move or walk or talk.”

“You really are old if you think that’s a threat!” Ace growled, and she felt the rumbling deep in his chest reverberate through her back.

“Hand me a loofah, brat.”

She giggled as she did so, and giggled more as he went to work washing her just as he’d promised. He started with her hair, and then her neck, even taking care to wash her ears. He scrubbed her shoulders, armpits and all the way down her arms. He even washed each individual finger. It shouldn’t have felt good, but every single thing he did felt electric in anticipation of what she knew was to come.

And like he knew exactly what he was doing to her, Ace took his time getting to the good stuff. Instead of doing what made sense and going from her arms to her chest, he flipped her around to face him and started again, just as he’d said, the very tips of her toes, washing each one and between them, before going slowly up her legs, pausing to pay far too much attention to the caps and backs of her knees. When he got about halfway up her thighs, her pussy tingled and ached with need. Her hips quivered as she longed for more of his touch.

And of course, he went around, guiding her onto all fours in front of him. He turned all of his focus to her torched bottom, the one place she really didn’t want his attention. The loofah, which was the poofy, relatively soft kind, felt like steel wool against her ass, and he took just as much time and attention there as he had with every other part of her body. Finally, he moved to the crack between her cheeks, and as mortifying as that was, when he parted her cheeks and paid special attention to her tight back hole, she could only be thankful for the relief.

“I’m gonna have so much fun filling this tight little hole with my thick, hard cock,” he mused, pushing his finger against the barrier of her entrance.

Her breath fell in soft pants. She’d never had anyone touch her there. Not a finger, and certainly not a thick, hard cock like her Daddy’s. The thought filled her with a mixture of fear and excitement.

“As tempting as it is,” her Daddy continued, “I don’t think I’ll do that tonight.”

“You won’t?” Even she heard the disappointment in her voice. Why was he teasing her if he didn’t plan to follow through?

“I don’t think so. I might want to save it for tomorrow after your spanking. When you’re sore and sorry, I’ll lean you over the bed and stick my cock in your tight ass, fucking you into the mattress till you’re screaming my name and promising to be good till the end of time.”

“Oh!” She gasped. It sounded horrible and wonderful at the same time. Her pussy was dripping, aching with need.

Thankfully, he turned her then, on her knees in front of him, and starting at her neck, washed her collarbone, and down her front. When he reached her chest, the loofah dropped into the water, and his hands cupped each breast. His thumbs rubbed the hard peaks of her nipples, shooting arousal through her core. “Oohhhh,” she moaned, tossing her head back. “Oooh, Daddy, please.” She parted her legs, giving him access to her needy pussy but he didn’t take the hint. Leaning his head forward, he locked his lips around her nipple and sucked. Gently at first, and then harder.

“Fuck!” she cried and didn’t even feel bad about cussing.

Her Daddy let go, pulling back to look at her with a glint in his eyes. “Naughty. Naughty girl. Cuss again and Daddy might just have to wash your mouth out with his big, soapy dick.”

He said that, and then he just dipped his head again, cupped the other breast, and softly nipped her tight pink bud.

“Fucccckkk,” she moaned, not caring what happened, because while she’d never in her life had her mouth washed out with soap, his threat did not sound much like a threat at all, and she couldn’t bring herself to be anything but excited at the prospect. She knew she’d probably regret it but she did not care.