Page 23 of Daddy's Naughty List

“A little, yes.” He took her hand and led her to the en suite, which boasted a large soaking tub. “Your last punishment is a bubble bath and a glass of wine.”

“Ooh.” She touched the edge of the tub and sighed happily. “I’ve never had an actual bath before. Can I really use your tub?”

“You’ve never had a bath?” He frowned and shook his head as if he didn’t understand. “How do you get clean?”

“Showers. My apartment doesn’t have a tub, and the Shepherds—” She cut herself off, refusing to think of them. Her past had no business intruding on her special day with Walt. “Anyway, I should have written it on my bucket list, but I’ve always wanted to take a long, hot bath with lots of bubbles.”

His jaw tightened as if he was angered, but he nodded and pulled several bottles from a shelf. “This is bubble bath. You can pick the one you like best while I get your wine.”

Too entranced with the fragrances, she nodded and let him go without comment. They all smelled wonderful, and it took longer than it should have to pick one. After settling on one that reminded her of his spicy aftershave, she started the water and poured a generous amount into the tub. Bubbles formed almost immediately, making her giggle.

Forcing herself to wait until the tub was full before diving in, she scurried to the guest room for her toiletries, fresh panties, and a nightgown. She returned to the bathroom to find Walt placing a bottle of wine, a single glass, and a plate of cubed cheese, crackers, and apple slices on a low table next to the tub.

“I’ll give you privacy.” He turned off the tap and laid her phone next to the plate of food. “Take as long as you want.”

“No. Stay, Daddy.” She winced, then put her hand on his arm. “Please? It’s just that you’ve been busy all afternoon, and I wanted to be with you.”

“I…” He hesitated, making her heart sink. “Well?—”

“It’s okay.” She got out of his way and tried to hide her disappointment. “You probably have better things to do. I’m sorry to be a bother.”

“Goddammit.” He spun her around and pushed her against the wall, letting her feel his hardening cock against her belly. “I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than watch you bathe, baby.”

She shivered and inhaled his scent, then lifted her chin. “You don’t have to say that to make me feel better.”

“Susan…” He cupped her face in his large palm. “Shut up.”

Before she could reply, he slammed his lips down on hers in a brutally claiming kiss. He used the tip of his tongue to encourage her to open her mouth, then teased her as his hands tightened on her waist.

The only kiss she’d ever had was the short peck her faux husband had given her on her wedding day, so she was completely unprepared for the fierce need cramping her belly. Letting herself fall into the rough pleasure, she moaned and sank her hands into his thick, silvery hair.

“More,” she whispered against his lips. “Please.”

“Do you feel how much I want you?” He took her hand and placed it on his rigid shaft. “Don’t ever doubt it because I’ve been hard for you since you walked out of your apartment in those criminally tight jeans.”

“Oh, I?—”

He kissed her again, this one soft and gentle, before easing away. “Now, be a good girl and undress, then get your cute butt into the tub before I decide to get you dirty first.”

She glanced at the bath, then slowly eased her shirt over her head, thankful that she’d picked her nicest underwear for her visit. Goosebumps pebbled her arms, but she tamped down her nerves and unfastened her bra before letting it fall to the floor.

Although working at Club Apocalypse should have made her comfortable with nudity, she’d never gotten up the nerve to expose herself during demos. Everything was different with Walt, and she wanted him to help her forget her imperfections.

She wanted him to see her, and her heart raced with the thrill of being naked in front of the man she wanted.

And he wanted her right back.

“You know, Daddy,” she murmured as she slid her jeans off and kicked them away. “I might be feeling dirty already, and the tub is big enough for two.”

Chapter Nine

Walt

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” His hand shaking, Walt traced her collarbone with a gentle fingertip. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“I’d start with taking off your clothes,” Susan advised as she stepped into the tub. She settled into the water and let out a groan of pleasure. “This feels wonderful. You should join me.”

“No.”

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