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“Yes, Daddy Owen.”
“I knew you would. But not right now. We’ve got to get you cleaned up.”
“I’d rather give you a blow job.”
He grinned. “Good to know. But you’re gonna do as you're told.”
She pouted as he lifted her down, then led her to the shower. He ran his hand underneath, testing the water temperature.
“Is it still hot?” she asked.
“Course it is.” He stepped in, then tugged her in with him. It was an enormous walk-in shower with double shower heads. But he still held her close to him.
After all, he didn’t want her to fall.
Plus, he wanted all of her wet, naked skin next to his.
Grabbing her shower gel, he squirted some onto his hand and then had her turn around away from him.
“Stay still. Tell me if you feel dizzy or get tired.”
He started on her shoulders and arms first, massaging her tight muscles until she moaned in pleasure.
Damn, that wasn’t helping his hard dick.
But he had to put her care before his own needs. It was surprisingly easy. He moved his hands down her back and over that plump ass. He moved one finger between her ass cheeks and slightly inside her puckered hole.
She stepped forward. “Owen!”
Smack!
He slapped his free hand down on her ass, making her cry out. Turning her head, she glared at him. “What was that for?”
He raised his eyebrow. “Watch that tone, little girl, or there will be more where that came from.”
Her mouth opened in surprise and maybe some arousal.
“You moved when I said to stay still.”
“You put your finger in my ass!” she exclaimed.
“Just cleaning all of you.”
“Oh my God,” she said.
“Do you not like being touched there? Is anal sex a hard limit?” he murmured as he parted her ass cheeks with one hand.
“Oh my God.”
“Not God. Owen. Well?”
“It . . . no, it’s not a hard limit. I just . . . haven’t had any experience with that.”
“All the more reason to start now. Put your hands back on the wall and keep still.”
She was muttering something under her breath, and he decided to give her another smack on the ass.
“I think I might have to spank you every day, just to keep on top of your naughtiness. Hmm, it could be our nightly routine. You over my knee for five spanks before I fuck you into oblivion.” He ran his finger down between her cheeks. Up and down, pressing slightly into her hole each time. He wanted her to get used to this touch there. To expect it.
Crave it.
Gradually, she relaxed, and he could press his finger further into her hole.
“That’s my good girl. You like that, don’t you?” he murmured.
She nodded. But they didn’t have time for more play. He was supposed to be helping her get clean.
Moving his finger away from her bottom, he turned to wash his hands in the water with more soap before he started cleaning her again.
Down her legs to her feet, which he raised one by one to wash. He frowned as he saw that one was slightly swollen. Hadn’t Hux said he thought she’d been limping slightly?
“Do you need to wash your hair, baby girl?”
“No,” she said. “Too tired.”
Yeah, he thought that might be the case. Standing, he ran his hands over her breasts. He lightly twisted her nipples, making her groan.
“Step under the spray, baby girl.” He held her steady as she rinsed off, then he switched off the water and reached out to grab a towel, wrapping it around her.
Five minutes later, he had them both dry and had pulled his boxers back on before he carried her through to the bedroom and sat her down on the bed.
“I’ll just get something to sleep in.” She tried to get up, but he put a hand on her shoulder.
“Stay there.”
Moving over to the set of drawers, he pulled them open. In one drawer was a babydoll nightgown. One that would sit tightly over her breasts, then flow out. It was black and lacy.
And he had to see her in it.
There were even matching panties.
Fuck. Yes.
He turned toward her with them in his hands. Part of him was wondering whether she’d brought these with her for a specific reason.
Had she been hoping to wear them for someone?
Or did she just like wearing this sort of thing to bed?
She blushed when she saw what he held and cleared her throat.
“These are sexy.”
“I, uh . . .” She let out a deep breath and shrugged. “I just like the way they make me feel when I’m wearing them. Like I’m . . . pretty.” She dropped her gaze to her lap.
No. Nope. He wasn’t having that.
He cupped her chin in his hand and tilted her face back. “You are fucking beautiful. Do you hear me?” His boxers did nothing to hide his thick erection. He squeezed the base. “Baby girl, I’m constantly thinking about you, wanting you, dreaming of ways to take you. Pretty? Nope. Fucking mesmerizing, gorgeous, incredible . . . yes.”
