Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“Thank you. Do you think they’ll call tomorrow?”
“Probably in the next couple of days.”
He was almost done cleaning up the kitchen when she suggested, “I could go shower now.”
“Not without Daddy there to make sure you don’t fall.”
“I’ve showered a bunch of times before. I think I can handle this,” she pointed out quickly.
“Not without Daddy.”
Dirk approached the table to wipe off the table. Quickly finishing his task, he tossed the dishrag into the sink before holding out a hand to her. “Come on, Cindy girl. Let’s get you in the shower.”
“I can do it myself,” she rushed to assure him again as she stood.
“Daddy gets to pamper you a bit. I’d put you in the tub, but I think you’d fall asleep. A shower is quicker.” He wrapped an arm around her and guided her down the hall and through the master bedroom into the attached bathroom.
A huge tub stood at the far end. Cynthia walked toward it, amazed by its size. She could almost do laps inside there.
“No baths with this on my leg,” she bemoaned, shaking her foot to draw his attention to the ankle monitor.
“Baths will wait for that to come off,” Dirk agreed as he reached into the shower to start the spray and let the water warm.
“This is enormous,” Cynthia commented as she ran her hand over the cool, curved railing of the bath.
“It’s made for two,” he told her as he checked the water once again.
A few seconds later, he beckoned her toward him. “Come here, Little girl.”
Dirk untied the belt at her waist and slipped the robe from her shoulders. “So pretty. Like unwrapping the best present under the Christmas tree. In you go. I’ll join you in a minute.”
As she stepped into the shower, his words registered on her. She turned around to see him reach over his shoulder to pull his T-shirt over his head. Operating on automatic pilot, Cynthia pulled the clear door into place. With a flick of his fingers, he unfastened the snug jeans. Swiping the gathering fog off the plexiglass, Cynthia stepped into the spray, inadvertently dousing herself under the showerhead.
By the time she wiped the water and her soggy hair from her eyes, he had leaned over to push his socks and jeans off his feet. Cynthia slammed her eyes shut. He was getting in? Naked? I won’t look. I won’t look. I won’t look.
The door slid quietly open and closed as the spacious shower immediately became smaller with the addition of his large body. Blindly, she stepped back into the spray as she tried to give him room. Sputtering, she stepped out of the water and collided with his hard body.
“Whoa, Cindy girl. You’re going to fall.” His fingers whisked the hair from her eyes and smoothed it over her head.
She froze in place, blinking up at him. Her curves fix perfectly against his powerful muscles. Damn, he feels good.
“Stand right there, Cindy girl.” He pumped liquid soap into his hand and apologized. “I’ll drag some girly soap in here from the guest bath tomorrow. You’ll have to smell like me tonight.”
“I don’t mind,” she rushed to assure him. “I can do it.”
Dirk brushed her hands away and smoothed the cleanser over her shoulders and across her collarbones. She held her breath as he moved lower to cup her breasts and spread the slippery mixture over the swell. His fingers moved efficiently across her torso without stopping as she secretly wished.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart,” he directed when his fingers brushed over her furry mound.
Swallowing hard, she obeyed and stepped her feet farther apart. She closed her eyes and reached a hand out to brace herself against his chest as his fingers glided through her slick juices.
“So wet, Cindy girl. I can’t wait to taste you.”
She protested with a small, “No,” when he removed his hand and turned her to face the spray as it whisked over her body.
Dirk kissed her shoulder and assured her, “Soon,” as he washed her back.
When his hands reached her bottom, Cynthia took a step forward. Dirk simply looped an arm around her waist to pull her back to him. “You don’t want another spanking,” he reminded her as he smoothed over her tender skin. Not waiting for her answer, he stroked soapy fingers down the crevice between her buttocks, stopping briefly to circle the small opening hidden there.
A flood of arousal gushed from her to soak his hand. Nothing would be forbidden with her Daddy. He would ask and expect everything from her. Cynthia knew that he’d mentally note those things that she enjoyed as well as those she didn’t. Her reaction to the mere brush of his fingers over this previously forbidden spot wouldn’t go unnoticed.
Turning her around again, he let the water wash away the suds as he knelt before her to clean her legs and feet. He worked around the ankle monitor as if it wasn’t there.