Page 10 of Watch Me, Daddy

“Fucking hell, babygirl.”

My whole body tensed as I cried out, my hand still muffling the sound as much as I could. Exquisite euphoria washed over me as my orgasm took hold, slamming into me with the power of a typhoon. My thighs tightened, and I struggled to keep upright as I rode that delicious jet, my hips rocking back and forth lewdly as I came harder than I ever had in my life.

My eyes rolled back in my head, and I used the wall to support myself as wave after wave of bliss poured over me. Fiery tingles raced down my arms from my fingertips, and my toes curled against the tiles. My orgasm crested, my entire body going rigid, and I rode out every moment of ecstasy as best as I could. By the time I finished, I felt satisfied and spent. With a sigh, I pressed the back of my head against the tile behind me.

I’d never fantasized about anyone specific before, just characters from books or the movies, taking what they wanted from me as they saw fit.

I’d most certainly never called any of them “Daddy” either.

I reached out and grabbed the conditioner, only just realizing that I hadn’t finished washing myself. With my heart pounding, I worked the thick solution into my long dark hair and let it sit for a few minutes as I soaped up a loofa and cleaned the rest of me. I was exceedingly gentle, my ministrations soft and tender across my body.

When I washed in between my legs, I hardly brushed the spongey material against my clit before I cried out, far more sensitive than I’d anticipated.

Quickly, I finished up and rinsed everything off my body before I reached out and turned the water off. There were towels beside the shower, and I wrapped my fingers around one, realizing as I pulled it close that the rack was heated, and the fabric was nice and toasty-warm.

Feeling like a naughty girl about to be caught with her hand in the cookie jar, I swiftly dried off and wrapped the towel around me before I tiptoed into the closet and dressed in a nightshirt that looked suspiciously like the one in my fantasy.

I climbed into bed that night, sated, at least for the moment.

* * *

As I slowly stirred from slumber, my eyes fluttered open to the soft golden glow of the morning sun streaming through the window. The warmth of its rays caressed my skin, coaxing me out of the embrace of sleep. I stretched, keeping my eyes closed and holding onto the last dredges of sleepiness. This bed felt different somehow, and that’s when I popped my eyes open, and it all came rushing back to me.

I wasn’t in the Kozlov hotel. I was with someone else.

Aidan.

Instantly, I felt a blush creep up from my neck to my cheeks as I recalled what I’d done in the shower last night.

Who you thought about last night…

I was startled by a sudden, sharp knock at the door. My heart leaped in my chest, and I instinctively pulled the covers closer, feeling a surge of apprehension wash over me. I held my breath, straining to hear any other sounds to let me know who might have come to the door.

“Breakfast will be ready in a half hour. I’d like it if you would join me downstairs in the kitchen.”

Aidan’s rumbling voice surrounded me like a warm embrace, and as much as I wanted to hate it, a part of me definitely enjoyed the sound of it.

Wonder what he’d think about what you did in his shower last night…

I scowled. My thoughts were a whirlwind, and I didn’t know whether or not to tell him I’d be down shortly or if I just wanted to tell him off again, but then my stomach growled too loudly for me to ignore.

“I’ll come down,” I called out, my voice shaking just the slightest bit.

“Good,” he answered through the door. I heard the grating noise of a key turning in the lock, and I tucked the covers around me, but the door didn’t open. Instead, I heard the sound of his footsteps leading away down the hall and then the stairs. After waiting a moment, I leapt out of bed and dashed towards the door. Tentatively, I turned the knob easily and peaked outside to see the path downstairs clear.

I was no longer locked in.

A plan started to come together in my head. Quickly, I raced into the closet and changed into a pair of jeans and a black lacey top. I slipped my feet into a black pair of sneakers. As fast as I could, I freshened up in the bathroom, using the lavish toiletries lined along the vanity to my heart’s content. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I couldn’t resist using the moisturizer Aidan’s sister had left for me. Afterwards, my skin was baby soft, and it made me feel like a million bucks.

When I was ready, I carefully opened the door so that it didn’t make a sound. With as much stealth as I could manage, I crept down the three flights of stairs to the ground floor. With cautious steps, I made my way to the front door. As I reached for the doorknob, my heart pounded in my chest with each creak of the floorboards beneath my feet, and I held my breath.

It didn’t turn.

Behind me, Aidan cleared his throat, and I froze, swallowing hard as my stomach pitched down to my toes.

Caught in the act, I turned to face him, feeling a rush of embarrassment and vulnerability. The intensity of his stern gaze made it clear that there was no escaping his watchful eye. I stood there, feeling like a deer caught in headlights, unsure of what he would say or do next.

“Good morning,” I tried, thinking that using kindness would work better than vitriol at that moment. It might have been the dark warning in his firm stare or the way it made me feel like I was a naughty little girl who had just gotten herself in a heaping load of trouble.

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