18
Julia
In the bathroom, she reached for the hem of her shirt, only to be stopped by a sharp swat to her thigh. “Ow! Daddy! What was that for?”
“What is your rule for today, little girl?”
Frowning, she thought back over the past few hours. “Oh,” she replied when she remembered her punishment for taking the car and sneaking out. “Um, may I please get undressed?”
“No.” A wicked mischief sparkled in his eyes as Owen stepped forward, closing the short distance between them. “Daddy will do that.”
Her system, already on high alert thanks to the punishment she’d just received and the pleasure he’d denied her, practically short-circuited when he slipped his hands under her shirt, the tips of his fingers brushing against her skin.
Far more slowly than she personally thought necessary, he pushed the shirt up, exposing her stomach, then her breasts, to the cool air of the bathroom. Her nipples pebbled into hard, aching little points and her clit throbbed with every beat of her heart.
Determined not to give him the satisfaction of begging again, she bit her lip as he slowly, torturously undressed her. By the time he’d stripped himself of his own clothes and started the shower, her breaths were coming in short, sharp pants and every nerve in her body felt as though it were on fire.
The shower itself was another study in delicious torture. Though the water helped to ease the burn from the ginger, Owen insisted on washing her himself, without the assistance of a washcloth. Squirting the bodywash directly into the palms of his hands, he started with her shoulders and worked his way down her back to her sore, tender bottom and the backs of her legs.
Then he turned her around and started the process all over again.
“Daddy, please.” No amount of willpower could have kept her from begging when he cupped her breasts in his soapy hands, his wicked fingers teasing and plucking her nipples.
“What is it, babygirl? What do you want?”
“Touch me, please.”
His soft, almost cruel chuckle met her ears as he bowed his head to nip at her neck. “I am touching you, baby.”
In a desperate move, she wrapped her fingers around his wrist, jerking his hand down to where she ached the most. “Here, Daddy. Please.”
“You want Daddy to play with your pussy, babygirl?”
“Yes, god, yes!”
She nearly wept with joy when he slipped a finger inside of her, but even as primed as she was, it wasn’t nearly enough to give her what she craved.
“Julia.” His voice was a whip-crack, cutting through the haze of lust clouding her mind. “If you come before I give you permission, you will not be allowed to come again for a week. Am I understood?”
“That’s not fair!” God help her, she very nearly stomped her foot. “I learned my lesson, I swear! Please let me come, please!”
“No. I want to feel you come all over my cock. And I’m not ready to fuck you just yet.”
She lost track of how long he spent torturing her. Playing with her clit, driving her just to the edge before yanking her back again. All she knew was that she was indeed a very sorry little girl, and she would never ever be so awful to anyone again in her life.
Owen
Not bending Julia over in the shower and fucking them both to oblivion may have been the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life. His own erection throbbed painfully in protest at being denied, but he had plans for his babygirl and he wasn’t going to rush them just because he wanted to get his rocks off.
Stepping out of the shower, he dried them both off with the giant, fluffy towels the Ranch provided. Tucking his own around his waist, he left her fully naked as he guided her back into the bedroom. With her hand in his, he led her to the oversized armchair in the corner of the room, where he sat and pulled her down onto his lap. Her hiss of pain as her bottom pressed against his thigh had his cock twitching against the towel, but he did his best to ignore it.
“We need to have a talk.”
She tensed immediately at the words and he could have kicked himself for not choosing his opening more carefully. “What kind of talk?”
“A good one, I promise, baby.”
Relaxing a bit, she shifted to find a comfortable spot on his lap. “About what?”