“Why are you doing this?” I asked. He smiled knowingly and then he slipped his fingers between my thighs.
I squeaked, trying to press my legs together.
His fingers slid through my folds with ease as he found me just as soaked as he had after he’d whipped me with his belt. My mouth had gone dry with that realization and I froze, unable to stop the way my nipples were pulsing with aching desire and how my pussy wanted to grasp every inch of that massive cock.
“I’m doing this because of this soaking wet little pussy. I’m doing this because I know what you need, little girl, and it’s about time Daddy gave it to you,” he declared, and I shuddered.
My clit throbbed hard. I didn’t want to tell him I wanted what he was offering because I was scared of what that might mean.
Was I a dirty girl? Would he like that? Did I want to call him Daddy?
He took my hand and pressed my palm against his cock.
Yeah. He most definitely liked that. He was hard as a fucking rock and the realization made my pussy tighten instinctively.
“Do you feel how hard you make Daddy, little girl?” he murmured as he slid his other hand around the back of my neck. He pulled my body flush against his and I gasped, now feeling his erection burning hot against my hip.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered.
My thighs pressed together, slipping against one another as my arousal dripped down them.
“Look at Daddy,” he instructed. I hesitantly raised my eyes to meet his and I couldn’t stop worrying my bottom lip. His gaze dropped to my mouth and he gently lifted my chin and pressed his lips to mine in a kiss so gentle that it made my head spin. His kiss was tender, and it caught me off guard. I didn’t know what to make of it.
He was so rough at times and so kind at others. I couldn’t anticipate what he would do next and that worried me.
I kissed him back. I don’t know why I did, but as his lips tangled with mine, that same needling feeling awoke once more. His kiss grew more demanding and possessive, which only fueled my desire for him even higher.
He was so hard against my hip and I shuddered, imagining him slipping between my thighs.
Did I want that?
Finally, he pulled away from me, leaving my lips swollen and achy from his kiss. I stared back into those soulful blue eyes. I remembered what they’d looked like on our wedding day and how I’d regretted my work for the first time that day.
He stripped in front of me, and I couldn’t keep my eyes from his naked flesh just as he couldn’t tear his away from mine. The tension between us was palpable. I wanted to trace my fingers along his corded biceps, edging onto the hard muscles of his chest and the many ridges that lined his stomach. Since I’d seen him last, he’d only gotten harder, his physique more toned and stronger. It made me feel so very small next to him, as if he could simply take me in his palm and crush me in one single blow.
The effect of that dichotomy was chilling and arousing at the same time.
My gaze drew downward as I admired the lines of his hips, the swell of his firm buttocks, and the hard jutting erection that seemed to call my name.
Fuck.
He was a filthy temptation, that’s all this was. Nothing more and nothing less. I turned my head, gazing at myself in the mirror rather than the devilishly naked man next to me.
I had to start thinking with my head and not with the needy little clit between my thighs.
He reached for me and his touch was molten fire. A soft gasp escaped my lips as he wrapped his fingers around my upper arm and prodded me forward into the shower. After tapping a series of complex commands into a touch keypad, the shower roared to life. Above me, a soft rain of water gently pounded against my skin. It was the perfect temperature. A tropically scented steam billowed down all around us and I gasped at the warm feeling of it.
The hot water cascaded onto my back and I moaned softly when it dripped down my scalded bottom. The heated water made the sore ache flare to life for several long moments before it began to fade to a manageable level. I pressed my palm against the stone, surprised to find that that was warm too.
This was definitely the best shower I’d ever stepped into in my life.
“Turn around, little girl,” Dean instructed, and I was too relaxed to think of anything but simply obeying him. I did as he asked, and I heard him fiddling with something behind me. Then his fingers returned to my scalp.
He was going to bathe me himself.
My heart almost stopped at the sweetness of the whole thing. His hands felt electric against my skin as he cared for me, so very different from the man who had thrashed my bare bottom with his belt. I didn’t know what to say so I said nothing at all. I just enjoyed every part of it.
He massaged shampoo into my scalp, taking extra care behind my ears and at the top of my neck. Surprisingly, he made sure to turn my head just enough so that he could ensure that there wasn’t any soap getting in my eyes. When he was finished, he carefully coaxed me backwards into the spray of the rain shower. He helped me rinse it all away with practiced ease.