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CHAPTER9
Bathe Me, Choke Me, F*ck Me~Brooklyn
Carter's wordsmade my nerves feel like live wires. His affection toward me was a lot to process, mainly because I had never felt these emotions before, but one thing was certain, I loved the way he made me feel. He took all my worries and lifted them off my shoulders like they weighed nothing, and the more I thought about it, the more I had to control my breathing. He forced his way between my legs and poured us another glass of wine. We sipped it in silence, and as I tried to find something to rest my gaze upon, his eyes devoured me. A shiver skipped down my spine as I watched him sipped his wine. His words and actions so far were laced with kindness and care, but tonight I wouldn't be going home, which meant he had all night to ravish my body. It scared me but also excited me. I couldn't help the anticipation in my stomach. It trailed down lower, the thought of his hands on me making me involuntarily wet. I squeezed my thighs together, forgetting that his massive frame was separating them for a slight moment. When a sinister smirk crawled across his lips, I sliced my gaze away and tossed back the rest of my wine.
"Gearing up?"
I nodded and then quickly shook my head. He finished his wine, and my eyes pinned on the bob of his Adam's apple.
"You're so fucking cute. You can gear up all you want. Please do whatever you need to do. I don't mind, but just know I'll be taking all your holes, and you can't run.” He lifted me off the counter and took my empty wine glass. "Well, you could. I don't mind the chase."
I twirled a loose strand of hair around my finger and lied. "I wasn't gearing up."
"Right." He winked and loaded the glasses into the dishwasher. "It's bath time, baby."
"I usually just take showers before bed."
He tilted his chin, and a deep growl vibrated off his chest.
Heat crept into my cheeks, and I looked down like a puppy who's been swatted with a newspaper.
We walked out of the kitchen, and he led me through the maze of his home, stopping at a small flight of stairs in front of a large French door. He pushed it open, and my mouth fell to the floor. Somehow I believed he liked seeing me in awe and did it on purpose. We rounded the corner of his master bedroom and walked into his master bath. Of course, like the rest of his life, it was grand, so much so that I was afraid to touch anything.
"Can anyone see in? It feels very…open," I said as I looked out the windows.
His usual smirk appeared as he bent over the large black clawfoot tub and turned on the water. "No."
The rustling of a cream-colored bag caught my attention. I strained my neck and watched as he retrieved a large bottle of fancy bubble bath. He gave a quick wink and then unscrewed the top. It smelled divined as it melted into the warm water. A seductive mixture of ginger, lemon, and vanilla coated the air, and my spine nearly liquefied. I clenched my teeth when he peeled off his shirt and tossed it into the hamper. I didn't think I would ever get used to seeing the wall of abs chiseled into his chest.
"I have no neighbors behind me, so you don't have to worry about anyone but me seeing your beautiful naked body," he said as he took two long strides, closing the space between us.
His tucked his fingertips beneath the hem of my shirt, grazing my skin. "Don't be shy, little girl," he said in a gritty tone. "Daddy would never hurt you."
I didn't know whether his words calmed me or made me even more nervous. But I knew his touch, the intensity in his eyes, and the fact that he smelled like amber and spice made my nipples hard.
He noticed, of course, and stepped closer until his crotch pressed against my navel. I blinked, and then my shirt was no longer covering my body, and I blinked again to find that my breasts had bounced down once he unclasped my bra. I covered myself and rested my arms in front of my belly out of habit. Still to this day, past experiences scarred me, but the rigid rise and fall in Carter's chest as he took me in told me that he was more than capable of handling me.
"Do you like when I touch you?"
I nodded and chewed on my bottom lip.
"Use your words."
"I like it when you…I mean, daddy touches me."
He let his finger trail down the side of my face until his thumb brushed along the column of my throat, then he gripped it as he dragged his tongue across his bottom lip. All the air deserted my lungs, but the feeling between my legs really stole my breath.
His fingers trailed down my neck to my collar bone. He ran his thumb along my throat, gripping it momentarily as he dragged his bottom lip through his teeth. "I can tell," he said, his eyes on my chest. My nipples could cut glass.
He took a step back and lowered his lips to my neck, slowly making his way between my breasts as he descended. His lips met the waistband of my jeans, and his hands worked their magic to pull them down. He made sure to take my panties too. I stepped out, feeling overly self-conscious. I anticipated his tongue dragging across my folds, but he grinned instead as he rose to his feet. The loss of the possibility of contact made me swell. It physically hurt.
"How hot do you like it?" he asked, walking back by the tub.
"What?" I choked out.
He looked back at me. "The water?" A grin crawled across his face. "What did you think I meant?"
My face was burning. "I...I don't…" I cleared my throat.
