Page 17 of Their Little Sugar Plum
“Yes, Daddy, I have.”
“We’re going to clean you from top to bottom. Pamper you. Give you all the love and attention you could possibly want.” He leans in close, his dark brown eyes even darker in the flickering candlelight. “Then we’re going to fuck you, little girl. How does that sound?”
Desire swirls through my body, melting me along with the warm water. “So good, Daddy.”
He leans over and kisses me. I cling to his shirt. When we pull away, wet marks from my hands and arms darken the fabric.
“You’re getting me all wet, baby.” Mr. Clark takes off his shirt.
I stare at his broad, muscular chest and his powerful arms. I’ve seen him shirtless before—at that barbecue over the summer. I had to work very, very hard not to ogle him then.
Now, however, I can look my fill.
He gives me an easy grin. “Like what you see?”
I nod, swallowing.
He adds soap to my bath sponge and runs it over my neck and upper chest. When he dips the sponge down to caress my breasts, my heart stutters. Arcs of pleasure move from my nipples and center between my legs.
Jonah watches from the shadows. When I catch his eye, he gives me a slow, satisfied smile.
“Lean forward, little girl.” Mr. Clark urges me forward with a hand on my shoulder. He washes my back, the sponge making soft, slow circles over my skin. Once he’s done, he urges me to lean back again. “Time to do your legs.”
He starts at my feet, and it tickles. I giggle.
But as he moves higher and higher up my legs, my giggles subside. Soon, he’s gently easing my thighs apart and rubbing the sponge over my mound. I gasp and clench the edges of the tub.
“Feels good?” Jonah asks.
“Yes, Sir.”
Mr. Clark abandons the sponge and begins to explore my pussy with his fingers. I’m so wet with arousal, his finger slides in easily. He gently manipulates my clit while thrusting a finger in and out.
It feels so good, I close my eyes and whimper.
“Eyes open, young lady. Watch me.”
I force my eyes open and look at his face. His jaw is clenched in determination while he fingers me. I am his sole focus, and all he wants is to drench me in pleasure.
“Daddy, I’m close.” My hips jerk up as my body seeks more of what he’s giving.
“Go ahead and come, Mikayla. Come on Daddy’s fingers like a good little girl.”
His sweet, sinful words in that gruff voice push me over the edge, into blissful oblivion. I cry out with my orgasm while Mr. Clark pumps his fingers relentlessly into me and strokes my clit. He leaves his fingers inside until my body relaxes.
“There, there. All clean.” He pulls his fingers from me and kisses my forehead. “You’re so pretty when you lose control.”
Mr. Clark helps me out of the tub. Jonah is waiting with a towel to wrap around my shoulders. They dry me off slowly, carefully, as if they have all the time in the world. I want to shout at them to hurry the hell up because I need them right now.
Mr. Clark reattaches my leash. “I love seeing you like this, knowing you’re in our power—and that you gave it to us.”
He really gets it, just like Jonah does. The leash isn’t a constraint at all. When someone I love is holding it, the leash sets me free.
Jonah turns my head to kiss me. His tongue traces the seam of my lips, encouraging me to open for him. Once I do, he groans in approval. He grabs my hand and pushes it against the front of his pants so I can feel how hard he is.
“This is what you do to me, pet.” He breathes heavily against my neck. “Every fucking time. And now I get to watch you do it to Mason. Can’t wait to watch you ride his dick.”
He nudges me toward Mr. Clark.
