Page 36 of Watch Me, Daddy

Her hair cascaded like silk behind her, a dark waterfall that begged for my touch. I reached for the shampoo, squeezed some into my palm and began to massage her scalp, my fingers working their way through her locks with a rhythm that seemed to sync with the pounding of my own heart.

As I rinsed away the suds, my fingers lingered, combing through her hair with a reverence that spoke of a promise that I would always be there to care for her.

The conditioner came next, a fragrant mixture that I applied with gentle care, my touch deliberate and unhurried. Her hair transformed under my ministrations, becoming impossibly soft and velvety. Yet, as my hands worked through those silky strands, my gaze couldn’t help but wander over her beautiful body, tracing the contours of every gorgeous curve as the water cascaded over her.

I wouldnevertire of the sight of her.

“Stand up,” I commanded softly, and she obeyed without a word. A primal possessiveness surged within me.

She wasmineto cherish, to protect, and to adore.

I reached for her, her body a canvas awaiting my touch. My fingers lingered on her wrist, finally gliding up the length of her arm. After soaping up a loofah, I stood and gently started to wash her pale skin. With deliberate care, I washed every inch of her, soaping across her chest and belly, all the way down to her feet.

When I was done with the front of her, I slowly spun her around and started on her back, the suds trailing down her flesh in a tempting cascade that called for me to follow each bubble with my fingers.

I explored every inch of her flesh, finding the places where she shivered and others which elicited a moan and yet more which caused goosebumps to pop out all over her skin. I cherished every second of it.

Then I pressed her gently forward. “Hands on the wall, princess.”

I took a long moment to enjoy the sight of her delectable round globes. Her cheeks still held the blushing pink from her spanking, but there wasn’t a single mark left behind.

One day there would be.

“But, Daddy!” she exclaimed with a deeper blush, looking back over her shoulder at me.

I used one hand to press against the small of her back, and with the other, I popped her right cheek with a spank hard enough to get her attention.

Her blushing cheeks reddened to a dark rosy pink, and she hesitantly obeyed, giving me an even more delicious view of her perfect little ass.

“Spread your legs now,” I directed, and she looked away, likely unable to meet my gaze as she tentatively slid one foot wider and then the other. When I was satisfied, I dipped the loofah in between her legs and thoroughly washed between them. Her soft moans and quiet cries struck a chord deep within me.

I needed to find a way to keep her forever. I wouldn’t be able to survive without her.

I spent several more moments between her thighs, more than I needed to really, just to enjoy her delightful sounds. When I was finally done, I tossed the loofah in the water.

“Rinse off now, sweet girl,” I said quietly, and I held out an arm to support her as she lowered herself back in the water. “Enjoy yourself. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, lying back and spreading out comfortably in the massive tub. I headed back into her bedroom to retrieve my discarded clothes. Going back into my room, I tossed them in the hamper. Striding into my closet, I grabbed a pair of dark grey sweatpants and pulled them on.

I went back to her room and picked her pajamas up off the floor. I tossed her panties in the hamper, deciding her pussy was going to remain bare for me tonight. When I went back into the bathroom with her pajamas, her gaze found mine.

“Time for bed, princess,” I said gently.

“Yes, Daddy,” she smiled, her expression warm and genuine.

I extended my hand to her as she rose from the bath, her skin kissed by the lingering warmth of the water. Her fingers intertwined with mine as I guided her out of the tub. Wrapping her in a plush towel, I pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, a silent reassurance that I was here, that she was safe.

With deliberate care, I ran the towel over her skin, my touch light and slow, absorbing the water droplets that clung to her like tiny little jewels. Her hair, still damp and fragrant, framed her face in dark waves. I reached for the brush on the counter and gently pulled it through her hair, detangling every knot as tenderly as I could so it wouldn’t hurt her.

When I was done, I tossed the towel aside and slowly pulled her pajama top over her head. I helped her step into the bottoms one foot at a time.

“Panties?” she asked.

“I want that pretty pink pussy bare tonight,” I answered.

Her mouth opened and closed as if she was going to protest, but she said nothing. She didn’t need to, though, because I could see the signs of her arousal written all over her face. Her flushed cheeks, hooded eyes, the smirk on her lips, and the way her hard nipples poked through her top told me without any doubt that she was enjoying herself.

I was too.

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