Page 41 of Dirty Dean

My heart hurts as I shut the door to my office and lock it, shutting my heart in there with everything else that’s in my past.

Walking back into the dining room, I smile at what Jasmine has done. “Spaghetti huh?”

She smiles as she places a plate of Parmesan cheese on the table. “Yes. It’s quick, easy, and honestly, I just want to cuddle with you.”

Fuck. No sweeter words have been uttered, but my mind won’t let things go. “And who said you earned cuddles?”

The way her shoulders drop, I instantly feel like a jerk. “I… well.” Jasmine sits down and looks at me. Hurt written all over her. “It’s what we normally do after dinner.”

“Not tonight.” I sit down next to my little one and it’s obvious she’s not understanding what is happening. When she gets confused, questions come flying out of her mouth.

“Tonight, after dinner, we will do dishes, take a shower, brush our teeth, then you will go into the bedroom and wait for me.”

“Alright,” she says softly as she swirls her food around her fork.

“Alright, what?” I growl and her head pops up.

“Sorry.” She looks sheepish. “Alright, Daddy.”

“Much better. Now, no more sadness.” I’m the one causing the sadness but I can demand she be happy. And she better fucking show me she’s happy if she wants to be in my good graces.

Chapter Twenty-Two

SomethingisoffwithDaddy, but I don’t say anything. We eat and don’t talk much. It’s not the same as it was before yesterday. Sighing, I do the dishes as he takes his shower, and I wonder what’s going on with him. I decide not to say a word about it because he could be upset with the whole Tia and her coach thing.

After the dishes, I go into the bathroom and take a shower. Chris comes in and pulls the shower curtain back.

“Hey, what are you doing?” I giggle and he smiles at me. He sits down on the toilet in a towel, just watching.

“I’m going to watch you shower, little one. I want to make sure you clean yourself.”

His eyes track every movement I make. First, I wash my hair and then I shave my legs and underarms.

“Are you going to shave your greedy little pussy, little one?”

His words make me blush, my heart ratchets up, and breathing becomes hard as he stares at me with lust filled eyes.

“I wasn’t going to, tonight.” My words are barely a whisper as he stands up and comes toward me.

“Your pussy doesn’t have a lot of hair on it, but I want it gone. Lift your leg up on my thigh.”

Chris pats his right thigh as he lifts it and places his foot on the side of the tub. “Hand me the razor, buttercup.”

I’m shaking as I do what he demands. “Now, keep your back against the wall and watch me take care of you. Let Daddy shave you clean, little buttercup.”

Every time he calls me a nickname, my heart bursts into flames, and all I want to do is be his good little girl.

“Goddamn you are soaked for me.” He looks at me as he picks the soap from my other hand and lathers my pussy with it.

Whimpering, I lay my head back against the tiles and try to keep myself upright. “Daddy.”

“That’s my good little one.” It’s almost like he’s talking to himself as he glides the razor along my body, taking the hair off my most private area. “I’m going to shave your ass as well. It’s not very hairy, but we don’t want any hair anywhere near those succulent little holes.”

My body is going nuts and my brain won’t let the image of him sucking on my clit go. Daddy is concentrating on the curve of my lips as he takes my hair away.

“You are doing so well. I’m so proud of you.”

The way he praises me makes me teary and horny at the same time. I yearn for his words but it’s deeper than that.

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