Page 28 of Daddy Down Under

As the car pulled up to the Queen Victoria Hotel, I frantically took off my jacket, draping it over my lap to hide the evidence of my arousal. My heart pounded as I tried to regain some semblance of composure.

Ocean chuckled, his hand giving my thigh a reassuring squeeze. “No need to look so flustered. You’re gorgeous when you’re all worked up.”

I shot him a look that was part exasperation, part lingering desire. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one with a raging hard-on in public.”

As we stepped out of the car, I kept the jacket strategically positioned, hyperaware of every movement. The fresh evening air did little to calm the fire Ocean had stoked within me.

“I need to grab something from the concierge,” Ocean said, leading me toward the desk. “Wait here a sec.”

I watched as he approached Mike and engaged in a brief, hushed conversation. Mike nodded, disappearing into a back room before returning with a discreet brown package.

“What’s that?” I asked as Ocean rejoined me, curiosity momentarily overriding my embarrassment.

Ocean winked, tucking the package under his arm. “A little something to make our evening moreinteresting.”

The way he emphasized “interesting” sent a shiver down my spine. “Ocean…”

“Patience, Cash.” He guided me toward the elevators. “All good things come to those who wait.”

I swallowed hard, equal parts nervous and excited. What had I gotten myself into?

When we stepped into our suite, Ocean locked the door behind us. He’d kept me on edge for a good twenty minutes now. Surely he’d let me come soon, right?

“So,” I ventured, trying to sound casual, “how about we continue where we left off in the car?”

Ocean’s eyes met mine, a glimmer of amusement dancing in their depths. “We’ll get there, Cash. But first, I need you to do something for me.”

My breath caught in my throat. “What’s that?”

He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low, commanding tone that sent shivers through me. “I want you to take a shower. A thorough one.”

I blinked, caught off guard. “A shower? That’s not what I was expecting.”

Ocean chuckled, a sound that was both warm and slightly menacing. “I’m full of surprises, remember?” He reached into the brown package, pulling out an object. “And you’ll be using this.”

My eyes widened as I recognized what it was—an anal douche. A wave of embarrassment washed over me, followed quickly by a surge of arousal. “Ocean, I… I don’t know if I can…”

His expression softened. “Will you do it for me? I promise it’ll be worth it.”

I stood there, frozen, my mind racing. Part of me wanted to refuse, to maintain some semblance of control. But a deeper, more primal part of me yearned to submit, to please this man who had so thoroughly captivated me. “I… Okay.”

Ocean’s smile was both proud and predatory. “Thank you.” He pressed the douche into my hand. “I’ll be waiting out here. Take your time, and do it right.”

As I turned toward the bathroom, my heart pounding, I realized this was the point of no return. Whatever happened next would change everything between us. And despite knowing that, I was still unable to refuse Ocean.

I quickly read the instructions before undressing. It seemed easy enough, but it wasn’t. Physically, sure. But emotionally? That was a whole different ball game.

I stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over my body as I tried to calm my racing thoughts. At least I could start with the easy stuff, like washing my hair and body. Unfortunately, that didn’t take me long, and I couldn’t postpone the inevitable any longer. I’d either have to tell Ocean I’d changed my mind…or find the courage to go through with it.

The weight of the anal douche in my hand felt foreign, almost alien. I glanced toward the slightly ajar bathroom door, knowing Ocean was just beyond it, waiting. The thought sent a shiver through me that had nothing to do with the water temperature.

“You doing all right in there, Cash?” Ocean’s voice drifted in.

I swallowed hard. “Yeah, I’m… I’m fine.”

“Take your time. I want you to be thorough.”

The explicit nature of what I was about to do hit me in full force. I was about to use an anal douche for the first time, all because this beautiful, enigmatic man had told me to. The humiliation burned through me, but so did an undeniable arousal.

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