Mia squirmed when I pulled back. “I feel sore.”
That won’t do.
“Stay here.” I ordered and started the bath in her washroom. Checking if the water temperature was lukewarm with my hand, I added one of her scented oils in it. I found her lids getting heavy with sleep as she yawned and stretched her limbs. She smiled at me when I picked her up, pressing her closer before sinking into the bathtub.
“Are we going to braid each other’s hair now?” She giggled when I washed her hair, shampooing it gently, massaging her scalp well.
“We’ll do anything you want, Princess,” I murmured, cleansing the shampoo and applying conditioner because I knew how crazy she was about it. She had once lectured me in the grocery store why shampoo and conditioner were much better than the two-in-one which I always bought. I had bought the two different bottles just to see her grin.
“Anything, Daddy?” she asked teasingly and looked over her shoulder, wriggling her ass over me.
I tugged her hair, making her gasp and whispered in her ear, “If I fuck you again, you won’t be able to walk for a while, brat. So be a good girl.”
She turned away, and I knew she was pouting without seeing her face. I ignored it and washed her body with her cherry scented body wash, rubbing her everywhere with the foaming washcloth and letting her do the same to me. Her pout slowly disappeared when she straddled me to wash my hair, ordering me to keep my eyes closed because I kept making heart-eyes to her breasts, her words, not mine.
“James?” she whispered when I squeezed her bum for the last time after applying the chamomile lotion.
“Hm?” I took a clean towel and patted it over her damp hair, looking for a hairdryer.
“James.” Mia’s voice was much firmer, and I turned to meet her eyes in the mirror. Her pupils were dilated, and she was squirming. “I-I want to do it again.”
I dropped the towel and pressed her to the counter. “Say please, pretty Princess.”
33
BOY TROUBLE
MIA
Iwiped the counter. It didn’t feel right, so I sprayed some cleaner and wiped it again, applying more pressure. The sweet, sugary scent of vanilla and caramel wafted in the air. My neck prickled with perspiration. It wasn’t right—
I jumped, almost dropping the cleaner and wipe when I heard the oven ding. The cinnamon rolls were done. But my stomach was still twisted with nerves. Leaning back on the counter, I checked my phone when it vibrated with a message notification.
Summer:im bord
Me:Hi Bord, I’m Mia!
Summer:haha vfunny. can i come over
Me:sure, ask em too. I made cinnamon rolls.
Summer:uhoh :)
I frowned at the little creepy smile and kept my phone aside. I took a sharp breath when I bent over to pull out the tray of the cooked rolls. There was an odd twinge between my legs because I had turned ravenous after having sex for the first time and couldn’t sleep until James had fucked me to sleep.
My cheeks heated remembering the night before. How filthy, yet gentle, he was. Washing me, taking care of me, making me orgasm so many times that I was feeling sore. I had pouted when he had to leave early in the morning to check up on some things and meet up with his assistant. Despite handing over his company, he still made sure everything was going well. He even had a meeting with his accountant (yes, on a Sunday) so I had dozed off on the fresh sheets.
The house felt empty without either James or Dad, and it made my heart trip because I was already missing them. How would Dad react when he finds out?Wait. Will my dad ever find out? Will I tell him about James?
I was thankfully saved from my overthinking by a bell and walked over to open the main door and let Summer and Emma in. Summer was grinning as she enveloped me in a hug, screaming ‘I missed you!’ despite only having been apart for a few hours, while Emma looked like… Emma. White ribbon in her blonde curls, white almond-shaped nails, and a prefect attire to attend an 80’s rich party.
“Did you use a new moisturizer?” Emma asked, squinting at me and poking my cheek.
I touched my cheek and frowned. “No?”
“You’re glowing,” she replied and smiled at me. “It suits you.”
I’m glowing?I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to bat off the heat creeping up my neck. I didn’t know sex-glow was a thing.