Page 19 of Daddy's Breeder (Stonebridge Daddies 2)

He released a lighthearted chuckle and gestured me to the tub. Taking my hand, he helped me step in, and I lowered myself into the water. It burned, but it felt perfect. Mountains of bubbles continued to rise as water rushed out of the faucet, and I couldn't help but blow a few that floated up. Keeping his eyes on me, he walked back over to the vanity where the bag was sitting and pulled a few items from it. I leaned forward to see a few rubber ducks tucked under his arm. He tossed them in, one at a time, and each splash coated my face with bubbles.

"They’re floating away," he said as he eyed the pink and purple ducks.

I stretched my arms and yanked them toward me, struggling to get them in a little straight line. The water splashed once more, and this time my eyes locked on a colorful ball bobbing up and down. I grabbed it without being told and attempted to get all the toys in a neat fashion. I didn't know how many minutes passed before I looked back up in his direction, but once I did, he was kneeling behind me with his arms on either side of the tub.

"Does baby girl like her bath toys?"

I nodded, and he placed a kiss on my head. Being an adult and playing in a bubble bath with toys was an odd feeling, but I enjoyed it. It calmed me and made me feel safe and protected. Vulnerability was never an option for me, but Carter changed that the more time we spent together.

He tugged my head back and lifted the sprayer hanging off the edge of the tub. "What are their names?”

"They don't have names." My voice came out much higher than expected, and I shrank back down a little.

"Can you name them for daddy?" he asked as he tilted my head back further.

Warm water soaked my scalp, followed by a citrus smelling shampoo. I gathered up the ducks and bopped each one on the beak with my finger.

"The purple one name is fuzzy muffin, the pink one name is cotton candy, and the chocolate one name is coco."

"Good girl. Tilt your head for daddy."

I leaned back and closed my eyes as his hands massaged my scalp. The feeling pushed a light moan from my lips, and he responded with a soft growl. I took pleasure in knowing I could turn him on, although sometimes I wondered how someone so attractive and of such high status could be turned on by me.

"Mmm, you like that princess?" he asked, interrupting my wild thoughts.

I nodded. "It feels so good."

"You have no idea how good daddy is going to make you feel, baby girl."

Before I could open my eyes to look at him, he ran his hands down my chest. His movements were soft and intentional as he traced the outline of my full breasts before his fingertips circled my nipples.

"Daddy wants to hear you fucking moan," he whispered into my ear.

I hesitated and then did as told.

With his hands still on my hips, he lowered his lips to mine and let his tongue run along my lips before parting them. His kiss was greedy, possessive, and mind-blowing.

Breaking the spellbound kiss, he moved his lips to the shell of my ear. "Spread those fucking legs for daddy," he whispered.

I hesitated at first and then obliged.

His grip on my wet tresses tightened as he pulled my head back, and his other hand found my throat. Trapped in his grip, I arched my back, exposing my breasts to the cool air, and it pebbled my nipples. He choked me just enough to make my breath grow thin and then released me as a gasp floated on my tongue. He did it repeatedly, and every second, my heart slammed in my chest, and my clit throbbed. My chest fell when he allowed me to breathe and rose when he enjoyed watching me struggle. The mixture of warm water and cold air circled my raw nipples, making a shard of ice skip down my spine, and I craved it. Once he released his hand, my lungs swelled with air, and his hand crept down to my folds. He teased me and made delicate circles around my clit. God, does this man know what he's doing.

I arched my back again, my breasts surfacing from the water, in hopes he would touch them again. I needed every sensation. He knew what I wanted, but he didn't use his hand. Instead, he lowered his head, closing his mouth around one of my nipples.

I gripped the edges of the tub, and he picked up the pace. "Daddy."

He worked my clit with his fingers and nearly brought me to the edge before pulling away. I whimpered, and a devilish grin spread across his face as he looked down at me. The pads of his fingers paused over my lips, and I opened for them.

"Ready to take my cock, princess?"

I stepped out of the tub with his help, and he wrapped a warm towel around me. I looked at it more carefully, realizing it was dotted with tiny teddy bears.

"I bought it for you," he said. "It looked like something you'd like."

"It's cute."

That made his eyes lighter and his smile almost playful. "You'recute."

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