I shower quickly before turning on the bath to let it start filling while I dry off. While it fills, I step into the bedroom and rummage through my bag to grab clean clothes. It’s impossible not to chuckle at the lump under the covers. She’s so buried that I can’t even see her face.
When I return to the bathroom, I test the water. It’s perfect and it’s ready. I turn it off and call out. “Bath time.”
I’m not remotely shocked that she doesn’t come running. In fact, I suspected this would happen. I expect her to challenge me. It’s who she is. It’s part of her persona. She’s going to test me every step of the way, and I’m equally clear that I cannot waver. I’ve done enough research and asked enough questions in the last few days to know that Eve’s little likes boundaries and firm guidance. She’s about to get that from me.
I step into the bedroom. “Evelyn.” My voice is firm. “Now.”
She flinches under the covers when I call her by her full name, but then she grumbles, “But I’m warm and cozy. Five more minutes.”
“Nope. The water is hot now. I suspect your bottom is still feeling the sting from my palm last night too. I’m going to count to three. If you’re not on your feet, I’m going to add to that burn.”
She flips the covers back. Her eyes are wide as she meets my gaze.
I feel the challenge. “One…”
She jerks, but still stares at me.
“Two…”
Finally, she decides I’m serious and scrambles out from under the covers. She’s on her feet in moments, and she stomps toward me, shoving past to enter the bathroom. “Fine.”
Oh, this is going to be interesting. The defiant challenge in her is not unexpected but still just as interesting. I grab her arm as she tries to pass me, halting her progress to pull her back against me. “I’m glad you took me seriously and got out of bed, but your attitude has earned you a punishment anyway.”
She huffs. “I’m up, aren’t I?”
I spin her around and hold her shoulders. “What you are is sassy and disrespectful. Is that the way you spoke to any other Daddy you’ve been with?”
She crosses her arms under her tits in a defiant, exaggerated stance. “You’re not my Daddy.”
I flinch. I hadn’t expected her to be quite this defiant. I falter for only a moment before recognizing this as the challenge it is. The ultimate challenge.
I direct her toward the toilet where I sit and pull her between my legs so our faces are level. I cup her face. “Look at me, Eve.”
She meets my gaze, her lip trembling.
“I know we’re wading into unknown territory together, and I can’t promise you a damn thing past the here and now, but I do think you want me to be your Daddy for as long as we’re together. Am I right?”
Tears form in her eyes and she swipes at them. “Yes, Sir,” she murmurs.
“Then I expect you to behave like any Daddy would demand of you. I know you need boundaries, and I’m going to give them to you. I know you’re going to challenge me today. I’m ready for it. But know this—I won’t waver, not for an instant. I will be firm and demanding. You will be obedient or find yourself in a heap of trouble. Understood?”
She stares at me with wide eyes and slowly nods.
“Words, Eve.”
“I’ll be good.”
I lift a brow.
“I’ll be good, Daddy.”
My chest tightens when she calls me that. The only other time she called me Daddy she was half-asleep. She’s awake now. Coherent and choosing intentionally to address me as Daddy. I pull her closer and hug her sweet naked body against my fully clothed one. “That’s my girl.”
When I urge her to lean back, I meet her gaze again. “First, I’m going to give you a bath. We’ll discuss your punishment after that.”
Her eyes widen again. “I can bathe myself,” she mumbles.
“I’m sure you can, but that’s not what I said, is it?”
She shakes her head. “No, Sir.”
I doubt anyone has ever bathed her since she only practices her kink inside the club. I doubt anyone has cooked for her either or any number of other things I’m going to insist upon today. If we’re doing this, we might as well go all-in.
Chapter 22
Evelyn
My emotions are all over the place. I’m stunned speechless, excited, nervous, panicky, eager. My heart is racing as Daddy lifts me into the tub. I watch him in awe as he reaches for the bubbles and turns the water back on so he can add them to the flowing stream.
Moments later, I’m in a luxurious, warm heaven.
He leans me back to get my hair wet, then grabs the shampoo and massages my scalp.
I close my eyes and enjoy every moment. I know we’ve been dabbling in this world for several days, but it would seem he intends to dominate me completely today. As a Daddy. As my Daddy.
I grab the sides of the tub as he rinses my hair, and continue holding on as he rubs the conditioner in next. “Do you have any bath toys?” he asks.
I nod and point to the vanity. “They’re under the sink,” I tell him in my smallest voice.
He grins as he opens it and hands me several of my favorites, including a boat and the little people who go in it. I play while he washes my body, though I do hesitate when he runs the washcloth over my boobs. My nipples stiffen and I can’t help but react.
He doesn’t linger too long, but he does flick
