Page 43 of Her Bossy Daddy

Chapter Eleven

Lacey

I didn’t sleep very well since I wasn’t sure what sort of head space awaited me the next few days. I sipped from the coffee mug clutched in my hand, my third cup of the morning. I picked at the bagel and strawberries on the plate next to me, but I wasn’t hungry either. Liam planned for us to get back on track, but the butterflies fluttering around in my stomach wouldn’t settle. His rules were simple but my mind raced all the same. I’d agreed to address him as Sir, obey each command no matter how insignificant it sounded, and to relax. Relax. Pfft. Liam was talented with a flair for creativity regarding both rewards and punishments. He paid a lot more attention to my wants and needs than I ever had and it worried me. I dawdled a little longer at the breakfast table.

Liam leaned against the middle island and cocked his eyebrow. I pretended not to notice him and slurped my coffee.

“Are you quite finished, love?”

“You always tell me that breakfast is the key to a balanced day.” I blinked over at him with feigned innocence.

“Yes, but you’ve been sipping an almost empty mug for half an hour.”

“Oh.” I downed the rest of my coffee, then tasked myself to washing the cup. His hands appeared over mine, wrangling the soapy mug from them, rinsing it and the sponge, and then he shut off the water. “I know how to wash dishes.”

“I bet it would have taken you another twenty minutes. Go wait for me upstairs in the bathroom.”

I don’t like the sound of this at all. It could be a bath, but those butterflies are doing swan dives from his tone. No, I think he has something else in mind. “I don’t need to use the bathroom,” I whispered and stared up at him.

“Three—”

“Liam, I don’t want to go upstairs.” Heat rushed to my face. “I mean, Sir. Listen, I can’t just—”

“Two—”

“Sorry! I’m going, I’m going.” Not wanting to risk finding out what happened at the end of the countdown, I ducked under his arm and hurried away. I had a funny feeling he was going to do something else I mentioned a long time ago when we first started talking. I confessed how I would stay up late at night in college, scouring the internet for enema videos. I’d never had one, and the women in the videos always seemed to have the most amazing orgasms afterward. The sensations seemed to intensify, but maybe I shouldn’t have based my experience on porn videos. Oh, well, I shared my thoughts on them all the same. Those searches mingled with the thermometer fantasies, and Liam already proved his willingness to engage in that one. I froze in the hallway, mortified over the possibilities. Footsteps followed me up the hallway a few moments later, and Liam appeared next to me.

“I don’t want to go in there.”

“You have a choice, Lacey. You can either do what has been told to you, or we can start the day with a punishment and then we’ll go into the bathroom. It’s ultimately your decision, but I encourage you to do as I’ve said.”

“I’m trying to do as you’ve said,” I whined, irritated over the lack of a real choice. “What happens in the bathroom?”

“No more questions and no more whining. This is your last chance, or we’ll go with the second option. Trust me when I say, we don’t want to start our weekend off this way.”

“Liam—” I gasped when he gave my ponytail a sharp tug, and I stumbled. He caught me with his arm, and steadied me. Shit. “Sir! Please, tell me what you plan on doing to me once I open the door.” I didn’t technically ask him a question, but his face showed how little he appreciated the wording. He reached around me with his free hand and twirled open the knob.

“Go on, and I’ll show you.”

I stepped over the threshold, but his hand was still flush against my scalp so I couldn’t move too far out of his reach. As predicted, an old-fashioned enema bag hung from the shower rod with a long tube attached. “Do I get a safe word this weekend?”

“No, because this isn’t a scene. This is you and me reconnecting. If you have a concern I want to hear it, but nothing I plan on doing is going to harm you. Some things might be uncomfortable, but all of this was planned to bring us closer together. Listen to me, do what you’re told, and let your troubles fade away. Can you trust me to take care of us?”

I nodded, wanting to listen, but tears poured over my eyes.

“Shh.” He released his hold on my hair, then wrapped his arms around me, engulfing me. “I’m in control, love. Relax.”

“Yes, Sir,” I mumbled against his chest, though nothing about this relaxed me. I’m aroused beyond words, but also uneasy. The combination made it hard to think.

“Lie down on the towel and spread your legs.” He gestured to a spot on the floor.

I blew out a shuddering breath, but willed my feet to obey his order and did as instructed.

Liam knelt down at my feet, and then he rubbed shaving cream all over my mound with his left hand. His right hand held a razor, and his brows furrowed in concentration as he set to removing the hair on the most intimate places on my body.

I shifted slightly under his touch, and at the occasional cool drops of water that flicked off the head of the instrument in his hand after he rinsed it. He took his time, caressing each spot as he went along. Liam had the patience of a saint. Sexiness oozed out of every pore as he inspected his work, his tongue absentmindedly licking along his lips, likely anticipating whatever else he’d planned. I was aroused and it had made it difficult for me to stay still.

“All right, love. Get up and bend yourself over the edge of the tub.”

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