Page 32 of De Vil

This makes me genuinely smile at her. I'm semi-scared of her and semi-in love. How does that even work? I've never loved anyone before.

"Let's get you into a bath and soak those sore muscles. I'm pretty sure you aren't going to be walking straight for a few days."

"It's your fault, Mommy."

She tickles me and I roll away from her, but it's futile to think I can get away from her. Mommy grabs me and licks my ear, whispering, "I'll always protect you, even from yourself, princess."

Tia wasn't expecting me to be nice to her, and I can understand that. It's going to be alright though. I'm going to make sure she understands she's my everything. I've not been the nicest to her, and I realize this. But, that changes now. As long as she's my good girl, I will not punish her again. If she is bad, she will get punished. It's that simple.

I walk her into the bathroom and help her sit down in the tub. I smile at her and kiss her forehead as I turn on the water. It's cold at first and she whimpers. "Shh, little princess. It will warm up shortly."

"Are you going to leave me here by myself?"

"No." I look at her and the worry that she's going to be alone almost kills me. Fuck me, I should have known the tough girl act was just that. An act. I sigh as I reach for the bath bomb that's going to infuse the water with some lavender, milk, and honey.

"Thank you, Mommy." She clings to my hand, and I feel like a total bitch about what has happened today. It was for her own good though. Look how she's behaving. I'm at war with myself, but I ignore everything as I grab a washcloth and a towel for afterward.

"Rest, Tia. I'm going to wash you and make it all go away."

"Ok." I pull the bath pillow down and help her lie back. She moans as the water turns warm and the bath bomb fizzles about.

The emotions eating at me are insane. With each pass of the soap and wash rag, I feel a sense of purpose. This is what I should be doing. Taking care of my little girl. "Mommy, I'm hungry."

Oh, she's got that little girl voice going on. Acting all innocent on me. I keep running the towel along her body, thoroughly washing her. "I bet you are, little one. I'll get you some food as soon as we get you into bed."

"The bed is all dirty," she whines and I laugh.

"Well, it's a good thing you'll be in my bed then, isn’t it?"

Her head pops up, and she has the brightest smile. "Really?"

"Yes. You can sleep in my bed with me."

She throws her arms around me and pulls me to her. I laugh even harder, realizing that her happiness means more to me than I like. "You're the best. Thank you, Mommy."

"You're welcome, princess." I tap her right thigh as she releases her hold on me. "Spread your legs."

"Will you be gentle?" She blinks her eyes at me, and I roll my eyes.

"Of course," I tell her and wipe along her pussy. She winces and I remove my hand. "Looks like I may have to be a little more gentle, huh?"

"Yes, please."

"Such good manners." She closes her eyes and sighs as I start again.

I lather up my hand and move along the edges of her pussy. She trembles but doesn't wince as I rub the soap into her body.

"It hurts, Mommy."

"I know, little one. A few more strokes, and it will be done. Then you can rest right here for a little while. Let the essential oils soak into your skin. It will help."

"Ok!" She doesn't look at me, and I don't demand her to do so. She needs her rest. The ever-growing need to be with Tia takes over, and I let the peace between us grow. She doesn't say a word as I finish cleaning her.

"Would you like something to drink, princess?"

Her sweet eyes pop open, and she smiles. "Yes, please."

"Being so good." I kiss her lips and get up. "I'll be right back. Just rest."

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