Page 33 of My Best Friend's Dad

The thought was as dangerous as they come, but I didn’t care.

She belonged to me now. Completely.

I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her off the floor. She curled into me and nestled her cheek against my chest. Then I carried her through my bedroom, past the bed, and straight into the master bathroom. I put her down gently to sit on top of the toilet, while I busied myself with running a bath for her.

I’d been so very rough with her. Now I was going to be gentle.

When the water was just hot enough, I helped her to her feet and slowly eased her into the bath. Her ass was still red and covered with my drying seed, but she didn’t protest as she loweredherself into the water. I poured bath bubbles into the tub and her eyes lit up.

“I’m not a child,” she said bashfully, but I knew she was fighting just for pride’s sake. She didn’t really want to stop what was happening just like she hadn’t before.

I smiled, a real genuine smile.

“No, you’re not,” I agreed. “You’re a woman and you deserve to be treated like one. Now, let me spoil you, baby girl, or else I’ll put you back over my knee again before I put you to bed,” I said softly.

She blushed, looking down at the bubbles. Timidly, she reached out and played with a clump of them, allowing herself to relax just a little.

I reached forward and took her hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. Then I released it and turned to go, but she gripped my hand in return, keeping me close.

“Stay,” she whispered, her eyes pleading with me. I swallowed hard.

How could I say no to her?

“Are you sure, baby girl?”

She nodded and I could tell she meant it. I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on me, so I just gave in and decided to stay.

I gave her what she wanted because I wanted it, too.

“Alright,” I said softly, stepping closer to her. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I could see the trust in her eyes, the way she looked at me, and it stirred something deep within me.

I grabbed a washcloth and dipped it into the water, squeezing out the excess before gently running it over her skin. I started with her shoulders, working my way down her arms, washing away the day’s tension.

“Close your eyes,” I whispered, and she did, trusting me completely.

My heart pulsed for the first time in years.

I lathered some soap between my hands, then gently massaged it into her skin. My hands moved slowly, tenderly over her body, the feel of her soft curves under my fingertips making my heart race. I washed her back, her chest, taking my time and wanting to cherish every moment and sear it into my memory just in case this all went sideways.

She leaned back, her eyes still closed, her breathing steady. I could see the tension melting away from her body, replaced by a serene calm. I moved to her legs, washing them with the same care.

When she was completely clean, I rinsed the soap from her body and the water turned milky with the remnants of the bath salts. I reached for a towel, wrapping it around her as I helped her out of the tub. For a moment, she just stood before me, dripping and radiant, before her eyes lifted to meet mine.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice soft and full of emotion.

I nodded, unable to find my voice for a moment. “You’re welcome, baby girl.”

I gently dried her off, the towel absorbing the water from her skin. She stood still, letting me take care of her. When she was dry, I led her out into the hallway and into the guest bedroom.

“You’re staying here tonight. Now lie down,” I instructed, and she did so without an argument, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Will you lay with me?” she asked sweetly.

The hazel color struck me time and time again, like a warm cup of cider with flecks of gold staring back at me and I couldn’t help but nod, wanting to give her the world in that moment.

I climbed in beside her, pulling her close. Her warmth against me was comforting, grounding even. I held her tightly, feeling her relax into my embrace.

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