Page 30 of Savage Daddies
Chapter Thirteen
Once we arrive home, Daddy Axel carries me into the bathroom. His brothers follow and they all set about preparing a bath for me in the huge white claw-foot tub, which Daddy Nash says is an antique they found in one of the Old Cities. It’s so clean and bright white that it looks brand new to me, and I watch in a daze as the tub fills with steaming water from the pipes Daddies Erik and Gage recently installed throughout the house. I’m touched that they put running water in their house just for me, knowing a woman from the techno-cities would be used to such a luxury. I know it must have been difficult work and I stare at them in awe, their thoughtfulness filling me with warmth.
Daddy Nash pours liquid soap into the tub and bubbles soon appear on the surface of the rising water. I remain in Daddy Axel’s arms until the water shuts off automatically. He sets me down and makes sure I can stand on my own feet before releasing me. My entire body feels weak, but I’m eager to get into the bath. The sooner I’m all cleaned up, the sooner I’ll be able to go to bed. I’ve never been more exhausted in my whole life, but then again, I’ve never been claimed by four savages in a mating ceremony either.
In a dreary trance, I close my eyes as the brothers tend to me. They pull off my dress and remove my sandals. They also press a cool cloth between my legs, which mercifully soothes my sore pussy. Strong hands massage my shoulders and back, and I feel as if I’m floating as I’m carried to the tub. My eyes flutter open to see it’s Daddy Gage who’s carrying me this time. I smile up at him as he sets me into the water.
“How’s your behind?” he asks, that familiar mischievous twinkle back in his gorgeous blue eyes.
I squirm as my ass comes into contact with the warm water and, finally, the bottom of the tub. “It, um, it’s a bit sore, Daddy Gage.” I flush, embarrassed by the memory of him spanking me for initially refusing to suck his twin brother’s cock.
“Next time one of us places our hard cock at your lips, I bet you’ll be quicker to open your pretty little mouth.” He winks at me and reaches for a folded cloth that’s resting on a shelf near the tub. After dipping the cloth in the soapy water, he runs it over my arms and back. His brothers stand nearby, watching as he bathes me.
I yawn again and again, fatigue taking over. Daddy Gage moves forward to wash my chest, and the sensation of him running the warm, wet cloth over my breasts prompts a spasm of heat between my thighs. I suck in a quick breath. How can I want them so soon after what they just did to me?
They claimed me in front of a cheering audience, Daddies Axel, Nash, and Gage pumping my pussy full of their seed, while Daddy Erik spurted his essence inside my mouth and forced me to swallow. I shouldn’t crave them as fervently as I do right now, yet I can’t help it. Daddy Gage works the cloth around my nipples and they tighten in response.
“All right, little girl, it’s time to clean your privates. Get on your hands and knees, or get on your knees and hold onto the side of the tub. Your choice. But I need access to your pussy and your little bottom.”
“Yes, Daddy Gage.” I tell myself I’m only obeying so I can go to bed sooner. I’m not eager to comply with Daddy Gage’s request because I want to feel his touch between my legs. That’s not why at all.
“Good girl,” he says as I shift forward onto my knees and hold the side of the tub. “But part your thighs wider. I want to see all your pink, swollen parts.”
Flushing, I do as he says and move my legs apart. He dips the cloth into the water and rubs it over my pussy lips first, then brings it up to run through my bottom crevice. I clutch onto the tub, hoping he’s quick about it. I don’t want to accidentally thrust my center in his direction.
Thankfully, he soon announces he’s all done, and he starts to drain the tub. There’s a showerhead hanging down that I suspect he’ll turn on to rinse all the soapy bubbles off me once the tub is empty, just as Daddies Axel and Nash have done before while we stayed at an inn.
To my mortification, as I hold position, I realize I really have to pee. The sound of the water draining only makes it worse, and my growing urgency must have shown on my face, because Daddy Nash soon speaks up.
“Something wrong, little Josie?”
“I, uh, I just need to use the bathroom, Daddy Nash,” I say quietly as my face heats.
Daddy Gage lifts the showerhead, as if preparing to turn it on to hasten my departure from the tub, but Daddy Nash puts up a hand to stop him. The brothers exchange another one of their solemn looks that I’ve already learned never bodes well for me, and Daddy Gage sets the showerhead aside.
“Stand up, little girl,” Daddy Nash says, reaching out to me.
I place my hands in his and rise with his assistance. The drain sounds louder than before and I glance at the toilet longingly, wishing I’d gone before my bath.
“I want you to go pee for us right now, Josie.” He pauses while I stare at him, my mouth dropping open. “Your daddies want to watch you wetting yourself.”
“But I’m all clean!” I protest. “I just took a bath!” I try to pull my hands from Daddy Nash’s, but he doesn’t allow me the freedom.
“If I have to bend you over the tub and smack your wet, soapy bottom until you can no longer hold it and have an accident,I will.” His voice is firm and his eyes have grown darker. “Either way, little girl, we’re going to watch you wet yourself.”
I look to my other three daddies for help, but their expressions are just as stern as Daddy Nash’s. Mortified and outraged by his request, I shake my head and say, “I will do no such thing. Absolutely no way.”
He lifts one dark eyebrow and my stomach promptly flips. I don’t want another spanking. My bottom is still sore from the punishment Daddy Gage gave me earlier on the platform.
“One last chance, Josie. You have five seconds to obey or you’re going to be one very sorry little girl.”
