Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
I reach up and stroke my hand over the length of thick hair when he’s done. It’s softer than I’ve ever felt, and he didn’t even use conditioner. I don’t see any. Just the one type of soap.
He puts more in his palm and rubs his hands together. “Tip your head back and close your eyes, Baby girl. The soap won’t burn if it gets in them, but I don’t want you to get water in your eyes.”
I hold my breath while he gently washes my face. I’ll be surprised if he’s able to remove my mascara with his simple soap, but apparently he succeeds because he doesn’t take more than a minute to scrub my face clean.
“I’m going to pour water down your face now, Little one. Hold still for me.”
I draw in another breath and hold it. I can’t say I’ve ever dated a single man who has seen me without makeup. When he’s done, I look at him, expecting to see shock. All I see is a huge smile as he bends to kiss me briefly.
“Much better. Your natural skin is gorgeous, Little one.”
“You said John will go to my apartment and get some things. Can he get my hair products and makeup?”
“You won’t need hair products or makeup, Ava. We don’t have things like that on Eleadia. Little girls don’t use them.”
I splash the water hard enough for it to hit Papi in the face. “I’m not Little,” I demand.
He wipes the water from his eyes, wraps his huge hand around my head, pulls my face against his bare chest, and kisses my temple. He holds me like this for long seconds before reaching for the soap again.
He’s so frustrating. I hate that I feel calmer when he touches me. I also hate that my entire body lights on fire as he washes me, starting with my fingers and working up my arm.
I’m panting as he switches to the other arm, mesmerized by the feel of his big hands. He does my back next. When he rubs more soap onto his palms, I watch closely, knowing my chest is next. I even grab the sides of the basin again.
Sure enough, he works the suds into my shoulders and then down. The moment he cups my breasts, I jump. A low moan escapes my lips unbidden. I’m mad at myself for being unable to control my reactions.
He spends more time than necessary washing my breasts, flicking my nipples with his thumbs over and over as if they’re dirtier than the rest of me and need to be scrubbed. By the time he releases them, I’m a hot mess. A horny ball of need.
I’m breathing heavily while he washes my feet and then my legs. As he reaches for more soap, my pussy pulses. I’m close to orgasm, and he hasn’t touched me yet.
“Spread your legs wide for me, Baby girl,” he purrs. Purrs.
I obey him because I can’t help myself, and I want his hands on me. I need to come.
He continues rubbing his palms together, creating more suds, making me wait. “Lean back, Ava. There’s a headrest behind you.” When I obey, he continues, “Good girl. Lift your feet out of the water and set them on the sides of the basin.”
My breath hitches. My heart is pounding. I’ll die if he doesn’t touch me, and this is so erotic. His voice is mesmerizing, and he’s asking me to make myself so very vulnerable. I both hate and love him at the same time.
As if I have no self-control, I do as I’m told. I’m like a puppet, and he’s the puppet master. I’m not able to deny him, not while I’m staring at his huge hands and needing them on my pussy.
I’m trembling and clutching the edge of the basin so tightly next to my feet that my knuckles are going to be sore tomorrow. Hell, will I even be awake tomorrow to be aware of this problem?
He sets his hands on my inner thighs and strokes down to my pussy. I moan loudly as he washes my folds, taking his time again, paying extra attention to my clit and between my labia. He even pushes two fingers up inside me.
I’m dizzy with need, so close to the edge of another mind-blowing orgasm, when he presses down on my pelvis with one hand while lowering the other toward my rear hole.
I gasp and try to wiggle free. “Papi, no…”
He ignores me and rubs his fingers over my puckered hole.
I think I’m going to pass out.
My eyes roll back, and I cry out when he pushes a finger inside me. “Papi, no!” I try to free myself, but I’m trapped.
“Relax your bottom, Baby girl. No part of you will be off-limits to Papi. I’ll be intimate with your little bottom every day.”