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God how I ached to thrust my shaft deep into her sweetness and spill myself inside her.
“Good girl,” I said in a praising tone. “Daddy likes it when you listen.”
She flushed and whimpered as I delved my finger into her hot, wet core to caress her slick inner folds. I added another finger and coated my digits in her essence, then dragged her arousal onto her inner thighs, adding to the glimmer that was already there. The scent of her excitement drove me wild. I longed to taste her and feel her shatter on my tongue as I lapped at her engorged clit.
“Look at all this wetness,” I said, gesturing at her inner thighs. I rose to my feet and reached for her elbow. “Time to get you in the water, baby girl. You need a long, thorough bath. And considering how wet you are between your legs, Daddy’s going to have to spend extra time cleaning your privates.”
CHAPTER23
GEMMA
A bath.A bath! Daddy was giving me a bath. I could scarcely believe it. I was also so turned on that I was pretty sure I would come the moment he next dragged a finger across my clit. I hoped that would be soon.
When he’d touched my pussy a moment ago, he’d avoided caressing my swollen nubbin. Instead, he’d focused on the moisture from my inner core, focused on dragging it out onto my thighs, as though to demonstrate just how incredibly wet I’d become.
He helped me into the water just as the bubbles reached the top of the tub. He got me settled and then turned the knob, shutting off the flow of water. I sighed with contentment at the warmth that surrounded me and soothed my aching muscles. Unpacking and getting my studio ready had taken its toll on my body. I was in pretty good shape, but I wasn’t used to hard manual labor.
Daddy reached for a washcloth and dipped it into the water before rubbing a bar of soap on it and working up a lather. His eyes darkened with lust as he glanced at my breasts, and I resisted the urge to sink fully into the water.
He’d already seen me completely naked, and I’d gotten the sense that he’d liked what he saw. I wanted him to spend the night and claim me, and I supposed the best way to ensure that happened was to keep tempting him. Which meant not shyly covering my nudity, even if it was mildly shocking to have a man I’d met only days ago staring at my breasts.
A look of concentration filled his eyes as he started cleaning me, running the soapy cloth up and down each of my arms, removing the paint. He dabbed the cloth to several spots on my face next, as well as my neck. I’d fallen into the creative flow of my work deeper than usual today and hadn’t paid any attention to dripping or smudged paint. I’d only cared about the story on the canvas I was trying to tell, because when I was telling a story through my painting, it distracted me from my worries.
“There you go,” Daddy said in a warm tone. “All the paint is gone now. But you aren’t completely clean yet. Get on your hands and knees and lift your bottom out of the water so I can better access your privates, baby girl.”
My face flamed, though I did as he asked. He assisted me in getting into position and urged my butt higher in the air. I felt the water cascade down my bottom and upper thighs as I arched this part of my body out of the bath. He cupped my wet ass and gave it a firm squeeze, a growl of approval rumbling from deep in his chest.
“You look so adorable right now, Gemma,” he said, “with your bottom lifted out of the water, your butt cheeks and the folds between your thighs all soapy and wet.” He spent a long time running the cloth over the curve of my bottom. I trembled with desire and struggled to remain in place with my ass lifted to his liking.
He hummed as he cleaned me, though he hadn’t actually started cleaning my pussy or between my checks yet. I flushed as the anticipation built. A whimper left me when the aching in my core became too much. I was seriously considering reaching between my thighs to stroke myself. My need was that great. I was burning up and restless, my heart pounding against my ribcage and my blood heating with each rapid breath.
“Please, Daddy,” I said, not above begging. “Please, I can’t take the aching anymore. Could you please help me?”
“Hm. Is it really that bad?”
I resisted the urge to huff. “Yes, Daddy. I can barely stand it. I-I need you to touch me. Down there.”
He set the cloth aside and sat on the edge of the tub. Then he grabbed hold of my cheeks and spread my bottom wide. Oh God. Oh no. I couldn’t believe what he was doing. I tried to fall out of position, but he made a stern tsking noise that encouraged me to get back in place.
“Settle down, little one, or Daddy will have to spank you. Is that what you want? A hard spanking on your wet, soapy bottom?”
“No, Daddy. I-I don’t want a spanking. Not now. I want you to touch me. Please. I’ll try to be good.” I would say whatever he wanted to hear if only he would grant me some measure of release.
“Hold very still, little Gemma, so Daddy can inspect your privates. If you’re a very good girl, I will give you special rubs to make the aching stop.”
I whimpered when he pulled my cheeks even wider apart. Was he looking at my bottom hole? Or gazing at my spread pussy? I fought the impulse to press my legs closer together or sink down in the water where I might manage to quickly stroke myself to bliss before he could stop me. A quiver rushed across my ass. If I disobeyed him like that, I knew he would make me pay. He would smack my wet bottom, and I didn’t think I could withstand a spanking right now. I was still a tad sore from the chastisement he’d given me yesterday.
He tapped at my bottom hole and I gasped. It took all my strength not to fall out of position. I really wanted the special rubs he’d promised. I needed to be a good girl for that to happen. If it meant holding still during a thorough inspection of my anus, I supposed I would have to endure.
My pussy quaked as he prodded my hole with more insistence, applying delicious pressure but not quite pressing inside. Would he breach my tight entrance? Did I want him to?
Maybe.
“Have you ever taken a cock in your bottom hole before, Gemma?”
“No, never,” I said with a shake of my head. “I’ve never taken anything in my bottom hole before. Not even a finger or a toy.”
“Well, that’s a shame, sweet girl, because you have the most adorable little pucker, one that begs to be claimed.”
