Page 16 of Her Stepbrother Master
He stood and looked down at her, drinking in the sight. His eyes roamed from her flushed face and dilated eyes, down to her peach-tipped breasts, which seemed to float on the water, nipples puckered and beaded up from his touch. Further down, her soft belly and the thatch of silky brown curls beckoned to him.
A devious thought crossed his mind. He opened the cabinet and took out his razor and shaving cream. “Little girls should be bare for their daddies,” he said softly.
Her eyes widened. “Wh-what?”
“When you’re all warmed up, I want you to sit up on the edge of the tub so Daddy can shave you.”
Her cheeks turned a dark shade of pink, which traveled down her neck and across her chest. “I-you can’t.” She shook her head.
“Do you need a spanking on your bare, wet bottom to remind you who’s in charge around here?”
Her chin dropped and she gaped at him.
He knelt beside the tub and dipped his hand in the water, stroking her calf, up the outside of her leg to settle on her hip. “You’re my little girl, and I want to shave you.”
“But why?”
He gave her a devilish grin. “It’s what Daddy wants. And daddies always get what they want.”
He knew he had crossed the line of what was appropriate the moment he began undressing her, and yet touching her felt so right, and the words he spoke seemed to excite her as much as they did him, even if she seemed confused. Of course she was bewildered, poor little pet.
“My darling mouse. I won’t hurt you. Can you believe that?”
Her head wobbled on her neck, but it appeared to be a nod.
“And I promise if you’re a good girl, I will make you feel wonderful after your bath.”
Her eyes searched his for meaning, but he said no more, continuing to stroke her wet body.
She swallowed, locking her gaze with his, and climbed out of the tub, sitting on the edge with her knees pressed together.
He crouched in front of her and pried them apart. “Open for Daddy.”
She blushed again, her hands fluttering to her face and covering it.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “You don’t have to look. Just keep your knees wide open.” He pulled them out as wide as she could handle.
He picked up the shaving cream and brush and painted it all over her mons, coating her thatch of curls. Using his straight razor, he took his time to shave her mound bare. He pulled her labia closed to protect her delicate bits as he shaved the surrounding area. A tell-tale slickness met his fingers, and he made a point of brushing his fingers lightly over the length of her slit several times as he worked.
LuAnn remained perfectly silent, holding still for him, but hiding behind her hands.
“There,” he said when he’d finished. “Climb back in the tub to rinse off the shaving cream.”
She dropped her hands, cheeks still pink, and climbed into the tub.
He reached in to run his fingers across her mons, pleased with the smoothness he found there. “Mmm,” he said. “What a sweet little pussy.” He stood up and held out a towel. “Pull the plug, sweetheart, it’s time for bed.”
She obeyed and climbed out, allowing him to wrap her into the towel and dry her off. When he finished, he wound it around her head, and took her hand, leading her, naked, into his bedroom.
She hadn’t spoken. He supposed she was as shocked as he was with his behavior. Yet if she wanted him to stop, she would have said something. No, her body told him everything—her nipples were beaded up and pointed, her skin flushed.
“Lie down.” He pulled the covers back.
She sat on the bed, twisting her fingers in her lap.
He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “This is the part where I make you feel good, baby girl. I’m not going to have sex with you, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”
Was that disappointment on her face? Embarrassment and confusion, certainly, but he thought he saw something else there.
