I do as I’m told, instantly aroused.
“Good girl.”
I’m sad when he stops touching me there, but I return my attention to my boat. “Do you want to stay and play for a few minutes?” he asks.
“Yes, Sir.” I giggle as the passengers fall out of my boat. I reach under the bubbles to find them.
He tips my chin back, meeting my gaze. “Ten minutes. No arguments when I say it’s time to get out.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He stands and leaves the bathroom.
I stare at the door, wondering if I’m dreaming. Is this really happening? It’s like my wildest dreams all in one. My adult had amazing sex less than an hour ago, and the same man has taken full control over my little. I’m already calling him Daddy.
I shiver at where this is heading, releasing the boat to grab the side of the tub with one hand while reaching for my pussy with the other. My clit is swollen and needy from the residual of having had sex as well as the most recent contact with the washcloth.
My eyes drift closed and my mouth falls open as I push a finger inside my channel. I’m slightly tender from Colt’s cock. It really has been a while since I’ve had sex. The sensitive skin feels good though. Really good.
When I find my clit with my thumb, I let out a little gasp. So much sensation. I don’t even need to visualize something imaginary to get off. I have so much material to work with from this morning alone, I could orgasm four times.
I picture Daddy washing my boobies, the way his thumb slid over the tips, making me gasp. The image urges me to release the side of the tub with my free hand and cup my little breast. I pinch my nipple, which causes me to cry out.
The noise startles me, and I jerk my eyes open, freezing when I see I’m not alone. I start panting, not moving an inch. My finger is still deep in my pussy, my thumb on my clit, my other hand cupping my boob.
Colt is leaning in the doorway, casually, arms crossed loosely under his pecs. He’s got a slight smile, so I don’t think I’m in trouble, but I’m completely embarrassed.
Finally, he speaks. “I was gone five minutes, and your naughty little fingers went to work.”
I swallow as I remove my hands from their guilty locations and lower my gaze.
“Apparently two orgasms in the morning aren’t enough for you, huh?”
I purse my lips.
He shoves off the doorframe and shuffles toward me. After grabbing a towel, he reaches into the tub and lets the water out. His hands come under my arms and he lifts me from the tub to set me on my feet on the bathmat.
Without a word, he sits on the toilet seat and dries me. I’m shivering from embarrassment and cold when he finally wrings out my hair and then turns me to face him. “What were you thinking about, baby?” His voice is soft, inquisitive.
I lick my lips. “You, Sir.”
“More specifically?”
“I was thinking about when you were washing my boobies,” I mumble.
“And that made you feel aroused?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m glad you enjoy my touch, baby, but I think we need a few rules.”
I shudder. Yikes.
“From now on only Daddy gets to touch your pretty little boobies and your pussy, got it?”
Wetness leaks out of me at his demand. I’m trembling as I meet his gaze. He would really order me not to masturbate?
He lifts that brow.
I swallow hard. “Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
“Your orgasms will be earned and I’ll decide when you deserve them, understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“No matter how horny you get, whether we’re at home, at the club, or you’re at work, you’ll keep your greedy little fingers away from your pussy and your tits,” he reiterates, which adds to my arousal, and I’m certain he knows this.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now, let’s get these tangles combed out, find you something to wear, and get some breakfast in you.” He stands and opens a drawer on my vanity, finding a brush.
I close my eyes as he works out the tangles, so carefully that it doesn’t hurt. When he’s done, he takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom.
I wait while he opens my closet and chooses a soft cotton dress. It’s a simple one. Pale pink. Thin. Lightweight. The sleeves are three-quarter length.
“Arms up.”
I lift my arms so he can slide the dress down my body. It reaches a few inches below my bottom.
“Perfect. Now, how about some breakfast?”
“I need panties, Daddy.”
He taps my nose. “Not this morning. You’ve already earned a firm spanking, and I suspect you intend to challenge me several times today. We’ll leave your bottom exposed. It will make it easier for me to discipline you for the next few hours.”
I’m so aroused as he takes my hand and leads me from the room that it’s a wonder I don’t moan. It’s also out of character for me and therefore confusing and maddening. I can’t wrap my head around my reactions to him. Not like any other Daddy I’ve ever been with. I don’t just want him to spank me so I can get release, I want him to fuck me too.
When we reach the kitchen, he sits on a chair and guides me to his side. “I’m going to spank you first for your sassy attitude and defiance. It’s going to hurt. Tomorrow you’ll get out of bed when I tell you to.”
“Yes, Sir.” I have no doubt his spanking is going to hurt, nor do I doubt he realizes I’m going to need to come. Will he let me?
He takes me over his knees, pushes my dress up to my shoulder blades, and holds me down with a hand to the small of my back. “Knees wider, Evelyn.”
I spread
