Page 27 of Accepting Love

“Just because I can’t see your legs doesn’t mean you have permission to close them, Little one. Spread your knees.”

My breath hitches as I part my knees. “Are Daddies psychic?” I mutter.

He chuckles. “You’re an open book, Little one.” He picks up my washcloth and bath soap. “Let’s try this again.”

I’m mesmerized as he washes me. He works meticulously up my arms, over my back, and down my chest. When his hands cup my breasts through the washcloth, I whimper.

I’m panting as he works up my legs next and hold my breath when he reaches between my thighs to wash my sex. He lingers, dragging the cloth over my folds several times with his fingers.

I grab the sides of the tub to keep from slipping under. I might drown if I go under. I’m so turned on I can’t sit upright. I nearly moan when he removes his hand.

His voice is deeper when he speaks. “Would you like to soak for a few minutes, Little one?”

I nod.

He rolls up a hand towel and holds it against the edge of the tub at the end. “Lean back.”

I follow his directions and find myself reclining in the tub. It’s pretty comfortable. I’ve never thought of adding a small towel behind my neck.

“Will you be okay if I go downstairs and get us some water while you soak?”

I nod. “Yes, Sir.”

“No standing. No getting out without Daddy’s help. Understood?”

My nipples harden at the dominance. “Yes, Sir.” I watch as he leaves the room. He pulls the door partway closed, but not all the way.

I close my eyes and try to focus on anything but the pounding of my heart and the growing tickle between my legs. The bubbles are high, and he’s not in the room, and I’m so damn needy I could self-combust. So I reach between my legs and stroke my fingers between my folds and over my clit.

I purse my lips to keep from moaning. I’m so sensitive. I don’t think I’ve ever been this aroused. The need is growing, and I’m not going to get the chance to come with him in the room. Obviously I’m just teasing myself right now. I’m not going to orgasm in the tub. I’m just…

The sound of a throat clearing makes me nearly jump out of the tub. Water sloshes up all over the place. My face heats as I jerk my hands to the sides of the tub and hold on to keep from sliding under. “Shit.”

I slipped enough that the towel dislodged and fell in behind my back. Water gets in my mouth and I’m sputtering. “I thought you were getting drinks?”

He chuckles as he sets his hands on the side of the tub, leaning over me. “I did. I changed clothes too.”

I glance lower. He’s wearing black sweats and a gray T-shirt.How long was I touching myself? Shit.

“You look very guilty, Little one.”

I sit upright and wipe the bubbles off my mouth and face. “I was just resting. You startled me.”

His eyebrows lift to his forehead. “Is that so?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I wasn’t going to go over rules tonight, but I’d like to add two right now. I bet you can imagine what they will be.”

I purse my lips.

“What was the first rule?”

It’s the only one I have, but I manage to remember. “No cussing.”

“How many rules do you think you broke simultaneously without me telling you what they were yet?”

I swallow and shrug.

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