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CHAPTER9
His Good Girl~Olivia
The resort waslike nothing I'd ever seen, but I never had the luxury of globe-trotting. My worldly travels included a yearly visit down south to visit my aunt and a trip to Cancun in college. The elevator doors peeled back, and we walked inside a glass dome. My stomach dropped as it whisked us up to the very top level. Trading marble title for plush decorative carpet, Aiden swiped the keycard on the door reader, and my breath caught in my throat. The view had me running to the balcony. I'd only seen these types of places on TV, and for the first time in my life, I felt like I was living a dream rather than a nightmare that refused to end.
Calm waves swayed below the limitless midnight sky, and a gust of warm wind crashed against my body. I tilted my head as I absorbed the tranquility of my surroundings. Aiden pulled me into his grasp and dragged me back inside. I wanted to stay up and explore the amenities, but the yawn that escaped my lips let me know my body had other plans. He picked me up, carrying me to the bedroom where a king-size bed drenched in the softest cotton I'd ever seen teased me.
"Time for bed, baby." He gave me a gentle spank on my butt as he shoved me toward the bathroom.
I protested and folded my arms across my chest. "I'm too old for bedtimes," I spat.
"You might be too old for bedtimes, but you're not too old for me to show you what I'll do if you don't fix that little bratty attitude."
He winged a brow and took another step closer and then another until he forced me into the bathroom. A modern purple claw foot tub sat in the middle, surrounded by a matching vanity that spanned from one side of the wall to the next. He didn't take no as an answer and turned the gold knobs of the tub until a wave of hot water splashed down from the faucet. Every time he moved, my eyes fixated on his hard body. The man was made of muscle, and seeing the tiny veins trapped below the skin of his arms flex with each movement made my knees turn to water.
He wasted no time grabbing the luxury toiletries off the vanity and pouring them into the raging water. Not caring about using every ounce for one bath, he emptied the entire medium size bottle of bubble bath before chucking it in the trash. A cloud of honey and vanilla masked the air, and I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. My quick trance of tranquility was interrupted by the force of his chest against mine, and I shot my eyes open.
"Ready?" he asked as he pulled a loose strand of hair out of my face.
I nodded and took a step back. Slicing my eyes to the tub and then at the door, he placed his hands on his hips and waited.
"Um, are you going to watch me take a bath?" I stepped out of my jeans and then pulled my top over my head.
"Absolutely not. Daddy's going to bathe you and then put you to bed." He traced his thumb over his bottom lip and waited. Damn, this man had patience.
My shoulders tensed at his response, maybe because I had never had anyone bathe me before. I pushed my thoughts out of my head and unclasped my bra. It floated to the floor, and Aiden’s eyes landed on my breasts. Once naked, he took my hand and guided me to the tub. He dipped his hand in and then whisked the excess water from his hand before picking me up. I yelped at the gesture, and he gently lowered me into the tub. The warm water calmed my pulse, relaxing my muscles as it enveloped me. Snatching the sponge off the counter, he plunged it into the warm water and pressed it against my thighs.
He had a carnal look in his eyes, which reminded me of a predator. He pressed down a little harder, and I separated my legs, just like he wanted. A small part of my brain tried to fight this unusual dynamic. I always had to be the adult in every relationship I endured.
I was always left to carry the weight and often left to pick up the pieces after it all went to shit, but with Aiden, there was nothing I had to carry, no boulder to weigh me down. He consumed me, gave me praise, and put every inch of my body and mind on a pedestal. I couldn't deny the comfort that absorbed me when he called me baby girl or the way my pussy wept when he called me his little slut.
He dragged the sponge between my thighs and up my stomach. "That’s it. Be a good girl and relax for daddy."
With his arm elbow-deep in the bubbles, the water whooshed around my breasts and turned my nipples hard. He washed every inch of my body, paying extra attention to the leftover bruise on my right shoulder, and then rose to his feet. He grabbed the clear bottle of shampoo and popped the top. Pouring more than a dime-size amount, the clear liquid ran off the edge of his palm and down his arm.
His fingers found my wet tresses, and he pulled my head back, forcing my eyes to meet his. As the cool liquid dissolved into my scalp, I closed my eyes and exhaled a breath when his fingers dug into my scalp.
His lips grazed the shell of my ear, and his words seeped in like a lazy river. "Tell daddy what you are."
My mouth parted, with syllables lining up to answer his question, but the only audible response I gave was a faint moan as his fingers pinched my left nipple. His lips found my other ear, and he asked once more. This time, he didn't hold back the bass in his voice.
"I'm daddy’s little slut." I turned my head slightly, just enough to see the corner of his mouth curl into a devilish smile.
He jerked my head back with a light tug. "My little cum slut. Daddy's going to use your mouth tonight, tomorrow, and every damn day after that." He walked around the tub and released the plug.
The water whirled as it charged down the drain, and Aiden stretched out his hand. Before the first shiver could wash over me, he wrapped me in a large plush towel and led me to the bed. Not letting a minute go past so I could dry off, he snatched the towel from my damp body, and an army of goose bumps covered it once the cold air from the vents swept past me.
Toeing out of his loafers, he removed his shirt, jeans, and boxers. His flesh dripped at the tip and looked angrier than when he whipped it out last. I wondered if his well ever dried. He didn't need to command me to drop down to my knees; I did it on my own. The more he kept me in his sphere; the more my body reacted to his gestures. It craved positive reinforcement, and Aiden gave me just that. He rewarded me with praise and kindness, so I happily obliged.
"Look at you. So fucking beautiful on your knees, and I didn't even have to ask you. You want a reward, don't you?"
I sat back on my ankles, with my hands on my thighs and my chin lifted. He positioned his cock a few inches from my mouth and let his precum drop onto the bow of my lips. The feeling sent electricity through my veins as I waited patiently for his instructions.
"Open." He rested a finger under my chin and lifted my head. "Wider…"
I did as told, and his flesh plunged into the depths of my mouth. His girth stretched my jaws, and a light sting exuded from the corners of my mouth at the intrusion.
"That's my girl; look at you warming daddy's cock in your little mouth. Such a good girl."
He threaded his fingers through my wet tresses until they were tangled between the slits of his fingers. Holding my head in place, he retrieved his cock from my mouth and then plunged it back in before I could take a breath. The corners of his eyes creased, and low grunts dripped off his lips as he fucked my mouth. Our gaze never broke, but once he slowed his motions, I braced myself for the thick rope of semen.
The palms of his hands rested on my cheeks as he emptied himself in my mouth. Unable to swallow it all down in one go, some of it seeped out and trailed down my chin.His eyes crinkled with a smile, and he pulled back. Admiring me for a few seconds before he wiped my mouth, he gestured me to stand. Rising to my feet, he pulled me into his chest and kissed my forehead softly.
"Daddy's so fucking proud of you."
