Page 26 of Daddy’s Protecting

“Spread your legs, sweetheart,” he directed when his fingers brushed over her furry mound.

Swallowing hard, she obeyed and stepped her feet farther apart. She closed her eyes and reached a hand out to brace herself against his chest as his fingers glided through her slick juices.

“So wet, Cindy girl. I can’t wait to taste you.”

She protested with a small, “No,” when he removed his hand and turned her to face the spray as it whisked over her body.

Dirk kissed her shoulder and assured her, “Soon,” as he washed her back.

When his hands reached her bottom, Cynthia took a step forward. Dirk simply looped an arm around her waist to pull her back to him. “You don’t want another spanking,” he reminded her as he smoothed over her tender skin. Not waiting for her answer, he stroked soapy fingers down the crevice between herbuttocks, stopping briefly to circle the small opening hidden there.

A flood of arousal gushed from her to soak his hand. Nothing would be forbidden with her Daddy. He would ask and expect everything from her. Cynthia knew that he’d mentally note those things that she enjoyed as well as those she didn’t. Her reaction to the mere brush of his fingers over this previously forbidden spot wouldn’t go unnoticed.

Turning her around again, he let the water wash away the suds as he knelt before her to clean her legs and feet. He worked around the ankle monitor as if it wasn’t there.

Embarrassed by her unshaved state, Cynthia opened her mouth to apologize and then closed it with a snap. She wasn’t getting another spanking for apologizing. His mouth pressed a kiss to her slightly rounded tummy as if he could read her thought.

“You can’t, can you?”

“Can I read your mind? No, sweetheart. I do anticipate what you are thinking based on the time we’ve spent together. I don’t care about if you’re smoothly shaved or not.” His fingers ruffled the tuft of hair between her legs. “We’ll take this off to be cleaner if you ever need a diaper.”

“I don’t use diapers,” she answered.

“Yet. We’ll try everything as we explore your Little side.”

Standing, he had her rotated once again under the spray before he washed her face and had her rinse the lather away. When she turned back around, Dirk washed himself. At the sight of his hands moving over his ripped body, she instinctively moved forward. He raised one hand to ward her off.

“Stay under the warm water so you don’t get cold.”

“But…”

“No buts. You’re too much of a temptation to help Daddy when it’s important you get some sleep.”

Unfortunately, he was much too efficient at cleaning himself. Within moments, Dirk shifted her gently out of the spray and rinsed his skin. After turning off the warm water, he pulled a towel from the rack at the end of the shower to wrap around her before winding another around his hips.

Once out of the shower, he briskly dried her before toweling dry her hair. When she spotted the yellow toothbrush she had used before going to jail in the holder with his, Cynthia almost cried. It was like she really was supposed to be here and he’d expected to have her back.

“No sad thoughts at bedtime,” he corrected her as he placed a dab of toothpaste on her brush before repeating the process on his own.

By the time she’d rinsed her mouth, Cynthia’s energy had completely evaporated. She leaned against the vanity, struggling to keep her eyes open. Dirk wrapped an arm around her waist as he quickly washed the foam from his mouth.

“Bed, Little girl.” He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the big bed. Her Daddy threw back the covers and settled her gently on the mattress.

When he drew the sheet and comforter over her, Cynthia turned to lie on her side and tucked her hands under her chin. Feeling something missing, she struggled to sit up and push the covers away. “Bullyboo,” she explained when Dirk loomed in front of her.

“I know exactly where he’s taking a nap. I’ll get him and bring him back.”

“Thanks, Daddy.”

With the stuffie tucked under her chin, Cynthia allowed herself to crash into sleep. She was vaguely aware of turning to cuddle against the warm body that made the mattress dip on the other side of the bed. Full, happy, and safe, she slept like a baby.

CHAPTER 9

Nuzzling into the warm masculine scent, Cynthia woke up in the middle of the night. She froze when the reality of her position dawned on her.This isn’t a dream. I’m actually here.

Moving stealthily, she raised her head to look at him. Light sneaked through the darkness from the bedside nightlight her Daddy had obviously turned on for her. His features were relaxed in sleep except the corners of his mouth that turned up slightly. He looked happy.

Please let that be because I’m here.

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