Page 115 of Tempted By her Daddies

“I don’t think I can slip into Little headspace. Not yet.”

“Well done for telling me.” He moved to her other arm and washed it. Then he ran the cloth over her chest. He didn’t ask permission, just started to clean her breasts. She sucked in a breath as he ran the cloth over her nipples.

“My girl is sensitive, isn’t she?”

“Y-yes.”

She didn’t want to tell him that she’d only had sex with other men to see what it was like. Once in a seedy hotel, she’d lost her virginity. She was pretty sure that asshole hadn’t realized that she was a virgin.

And as she’d left, she’d taken his wallet.

Oh, she’d justified it because he was an asshole. She’d only been nineteen and he’d been in his forties.

He’d also been married. She hadn’t known that until after she’d left and checked his wallet to find a picture of his wife and kids.

Then she’d thrown up.

For years after, whenever she thought of sex, she’d feel queasy.

Her next encounter had been in the bathroom of a bar. She’d been there watching someone and had been fake-flirting with a guy at the bar to help her cover story.

Somehow, she’d ended up in the bathroom with him for a quick fuck.

It had been . . . uninspiring.

But at least that guy hadn’t been married.

So yeah . . . her experiences of sex weren’t the greatest. But at least she didn’t feel like vomiting right now so she was going to take that as a win.

“That’s good to know.”

What’s good to know? Holy. Heck. She hadn’t said any of that out loud, had she?

“It’s good to know that you’re sensitive there so we can take some care. Although is it due to where you are in your cycle?”

“My cycle? I’m not biking anywhere.”

His lips quirked as he moved the cloth down her stomach toward her pussy. But he didn’t reach between her legs. Instead, he just washed her stomach with gentle, soft strokes.

“Your period. Menstrual cycle not a bicycle.”

Oh, dear Lord.

Was it possible to die from embarrassment?

Please.

She slid under the water, holding her breath.

Yeah. This was better.

Not perfect. But maybe she’d just stay under here. Could they make her a snorkel that she could use to breathe? Perhaps send some food and water down it and warm up the water once in a while.

She could make a nice life down here.

Suddenly, hands grasped hold of her and forced her up and out of the water.

Drat.

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