The hot water cascaded onto my back and I moaned softly when it dripped down my scalded bottom. The heated water made the sore ache flare to life for several long moments before it began to fade to a manageable level. I pressed my palm against the stone, surprised to find that that was warm too.
This was definitely the best shower I’d ever stepped into in my life.
“Turn around, little girl,” Dean instructed, and I was too relaxed to think of anything but simply obeying him. I did as he asked, and I heard him fiddling with something behind me. Then his fingers returned to my scalp.
He was going to bathe me himself.
My heart almost stopped at the sweetness of the whole thing. His hands felt electric against my skin as he cared for me, so very different from the man who had thrashed my bare bottom with his belt. I didn’t know what to say so I said nothing at all. I just enjoyed every part of it.
He massaged shampoo into my scalp, taking extra care behind my ears and at the top of my neck. Surprisingly, he made sure to turn my head just enough so that he could ensure that there wasn’t any soap getting in my eyes. When he was finished, he carefully coaxed me backwards into the spray of the rain shower. He helped me rinse it all away with practiced ease.
Next, he poured a luxurious mango-scented body wash onto a thick loofah and rubbed it against my skin. The soapy surface felt soft as it exfoliated my flesh and I sighed with pleasure at the feeling. With tenderness that I wasn’t sure I deserved, he even soaped up my welted backside, taking care to only put enough pressure to clean it and not enough to really hurt.
I enjoyed myself and when the time came to rinse off again once more, I was almost disappointed, but he took a jar of sugar scrub off a built-in shelf and started rubbing it all over my body after that.
This… this was incredible. A girl could get used to being spoiled like this.
He conditioned my hair next with a multitude of beautifully scented oils and used his nails to massage it deep into every strand. I couldn’t help myself as I moaned softly.
This was pure unadulterated luxury.
He took a comb and brushed through my hair with the conditioner still in it, taking care to gently loosen every tangle until each run through was smooth. For a while, I just allowed myself to feel and enjoy the moment, forgetting that this was dangerous, that if anyone ever found out the two of us would be good as dead.
I knew this was temporary. The first moment I could, I was going to have to run. Only this time, I would be taking nothing when I did.
He lifted my chin, peering into my eyes with those ocean blue depths of his.
“You’re standing right next to me, little girl, but I know you’re far away from me right now,” he murmured.
So gentle. So trusting. So utterly, intoxicatingly sweet.
My heart died a little on the inside to know that I was going to have to hurt him again.
“It’s nothing. I’m just enjoying this,” I whispered, turning my lips up with a practiced smile. His mouth tensed and I grinned more widely, trying to convince him that all was well.
He started to bathe himself and I hesitantly took the loofah into my hands. When he wasn’t looking, I lifted it and began to scrub his back. His resulting groan made my legs feel weak.
He turned toward me and I continued on his chest, taking care of him as he’d done me.
At this moment, the future didn’t matter. Right now, it was just the two of us.
A streak of boldness jolted through me from God knows where and I moved downward. I traced the soapy loofah down the sharp line of his hipbone, just glancing against the iron-hard erection between his thighs. He didn’t stop me. He just let me explore on my own with the loofah.
I glided it up and down his shaft, enjoying the way his cock would jerk from time to time under the spray of the water. He was so impossibly hard that it was an angry red bordering on purple.
Bathing me had turned him on. Or maybe it had been the fact that my bottom was still red from his punishment. I didn’t know and it really didn’t matter to me.
I had turned him on. I made him this hard and that was a powerful feeling that I didn’t want to let go of.
Tentatively, I pressed the fingers of my other hand against the base of his shaft, dragging upward in concert with the loofah. He groaned softly with desire and I grew more brazen still and grasped him even more firmly within my hand.
“You think you’re in control right now. Don’t you, little girl?” he said, his voice thick with arousal. There was a distinctive edge to his words that made my core tighten with my own passionate need. I ignored my own and focused on him instead.
I stroked my hand up and down him thick length more firmly and he pressed me back against the stone wall. His body towered around mine, closing me in and holding me captive while my hand was still on his cock.
“Is that what you want, little girl? Do you want Daddy’s cock?” he whispered, and I shook hard because maybe somewhere deep inside me did want that.
I decided to play coy.
“Maybe,” I teased, and
