Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
“I always wanted Mr. Bubble when I was little. Mom used to buy it for me on payday sometimes. Makes me feel…” I shrugged, looking for the right word. “Cared for.”
“Good girl,” he said, smiling. “You are cared for. And you keeping those fingers just where I told you makes me happy. Pleases me. You’re doing just as Daddy told you. Your bath is ready now. Come on.”
He stepped my way, kissed my forehead, then took my arm and led me to the tub. It was filled to the top, with bubbles floating on the water and a pink and white nightgown folded neatly on an upholstered chair to the side.
A matching pacifier sat on top.
“You ready, baby girl?” He flicked his fingers in the bathwater, pursed his lips, then nodded. “It’s ready. In you go.”
With my hand still between my legs, I nibbled my lip. Threads of insecurity wove through me as Adam repeated himself, “In you go,” his voice turning stern as I stayed glued in place my eyes stuck on the nightgown and pacifier.
Here I was, a grown, educated woman studying for the bar exam, and my boyfriend was about to give me a bath and put me in a frilly little nightgown more appropriate for a ten-year-old. And, the strangest part was, if I just stopped overthinking it all, I was crazy turned on.
Especially about calling him Daddy.
He pulled my hand from my pussy and guided me into the warm soapy water. As I sank down, I hissed when the water hit my rear end but as I sat down a wave of peace enveloped me.
The water and bubbles sloshed around and overflowed onto the floor, but Adam’s eyes stayed locked on me.
“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” He asked as he knelt next to the tub and rubbed his soapy hands up and down my back. I nodded, my eyes flicking over to the little pink nightgown. “Baby?”
“Hmmm?” I answered, lost in thought.
Adam was studying me as he soaped and rubbed my neck. He grabbed my hairbrush from the counter and brushed my hair back from my face, tying it into a bun to keep it from getting wet.
He was so tender and yet so sure of what he was doing. For me this was all new, but he made it seem so natural. So perfect and loving and it all made me a bit dizzy.
“How long have you been thinking about all this?” I asked as he drew out my hand and ran the soft cloth up and down my arm. “I mean, you’ve got that nightie and pacifier, bubble bath…so you must have been planning this.”
“Yep. It’s something I needed to tell you about for a long time. I thought I would try things different. Normal, I guess, but it doesn’t work. You’ll see, little one, you just have to let me do my thing and you’ll see how it’s going to make things better with us.” He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. “Lean back.”
I scooted back against the tub and relaxed, watching the muscles in Adam’s forearms as he lovingly washed down each of my arms, my chest, my neck. When he looked into my eyes, my belly flipped at the new life I saw in his.
“Open your legs for Daddy.”
I felt the sudden burst of arousal as he gently rubbed the wet, warm cloth on my knees as they poked up from the bubbles.
Jesus Christ, I didn’t even want to admit to myself how fucking hot this all was.
I defied him for a moment that little girl inside me testing him.
Then his voice rumbled. “I won’t ask twice, baby.”
My body quivered, my belly fluttering, and I could do nothing but respond to this dark, seductive game. I spread my knees and was rewarded with a rare smile. Adam eased the washcloth down my inner thigh, then up, then down lower as I sighed and looked to the ceiling for answers.
“Don’t worry. I’ll always take care of you.”
Up and down. Up and down. His hand moved lower with each stroke, sending me to a near frenzy.
I stared at this giant of a man, his bulging arm moving deliberately and intently, stroking deeper under the water. He knew he was driving me crazy.
“God, that feels so nice.” I closed my eyes, letting the sensations envelop me from the sound of the bubbles, the low ‘swish’ of the water as he moved his arm, the nostalgic, sweet scent of the bath, the growing tension in my pussy.
The gentle friction from the cloth lowering between my legs.
My pleasure seemed to urge him on, and when I felt like a spring ready to snap, he connected the cloth with my needy, pulsing center.
“Oh God…” I moaned and opened my knees farther, the erotic dynamic of him cleaning me sending a primal aching deep into my core.