Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
“It’s good to know that you’re sensitive there so we can take some care. Although is it due to where you are in your cycle?”
“My cycle? I’m not biking anywhere.”
His lips quirked as he moved the cloth down her stomach toward her pussy. But he didn’t reach between her legs. Instead, he just washed her stomach with gentle, soft strokes.
“Your period. Menstrual cycle not a bicycle.”
Oh, dear Lord.
Was it possible to die from embarrassment?
Please.
She slid under the water, holding her breath.
Yeah. This was better.
Not perfect. But maybe she’d just stay under here. Could they make her a snorkel that she could use to breathe? Perhaps send some food and water down it and warm up the water once in a while.
She could make a nice life down here.
Suddenly, hands grasped hold of her and forced her up and out of the water.
Drat.
So much for hiding in the bath.
She kept her eyes closed, even as water dripped down her face. A soft towel was pressed against her face.
“Open your eyes, please.”
Darn it.
He might have said please, but she could hear the order in his voice. Opening her eyes, she decided she just wouldn’t look at him.
But he wasn’t having that. Instead, he turned her head toward him with his finger under her chin.
“I’m guessing that was about you being embarrassed. But, one, you don’t have to be embarrassed around me. About anything. And, two, I don’t want you to slip under the water like that. It’s dangerous.”
“It’s two feet of water,” she said. “I wasn’t going to drown.”
“Don’t do it again.” His voice had grown even sterner so she nodded.
“Yes, Sir. Or yes, Daddy. I’ll accept either.”
Cripes.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. I’m going to wrap your hair up so you don’t get too cold while I finish cleaning you. Where are you in your cycle?”
It was said so casually that it took a moment for her brain to catch up.
“I . . . um . . . what?”
“Where are you in your cycle?”
After wrapping her hair up, he slid the stool down toward her feet and picked up one leg, setting it on the side of the bath.
Then he started washing it with long, slow strokes.
Wow.
That shouldn’t feel so good.
But it did. And she wanted him to move the cloth higher and higher.
Please.
But he set that leg down in the water and reached over to lift up her other leg. He had to lean over the bath to wash that leg, and she couldn’t stop staring at him. He had such muscular forearms.
Who knew that forearms could be so darn sexy?
Well, they were.
“Um, well, why are you asking me that?” she asked.
“Because I want to know everything about you? Because the more I know about you, the better I can take care of you. And that’s all I want.”
Dear Lord.
Hard to argue with that.
Huh. Where was she in her cycle? That was the magical question.
“I’m not really sure.”
Did she sound like an idiot? She was certain that she did. But she couldn’t remember when she’d last had a period.
But all he did was nod. Then he ran the cloth up between her legs. She let out a small gasp as she felt it brush against the lips of her pussy.
Holy heck.
Her entire body heated and she wanted more. It brushed against her pussy again and she found herself parting her legs while biting back a groan of pleasure.
It wasn’t enough, though.
She had never been turned on like this before.
The cloth must have slipped then, because instead of feeling its slight roughness against her pussy, she felt his fingers.
Oh no.
It was nearly too much.
“My poor girl. Do you need to come?” he murmured.
God. Yes.
She wasn’t sure she’d ever been this turned on before. And all he’d done was wash her.
A small whimper escaped. “I . . . I can’t . . .”
“You can’t what? You can’t come? Or you can’t tell me that you need to come?”
“B-both?”
“Hmm. You don’t sound too sure. I wonder if I pressed my finger inside you whether you’d be all creamy for me. Would you?”
Who spoke like this? It wasn’t normal, right?
“I . . . I . . .”
“Are you wet for me, Pet? Do you need me to make you come so you can feel better? Tell me what you want and I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”
If only things were that simple.
“I . . . I . . . please,” she begged. “I need to.”
“Such a perfect, beautiful girl. You don’t need to do anything else except remember your safeword and say it if you need to. Do you promise to do that?”
“Y-yes!” she cried.
“You’re doing so well. I am so proud of you. I want you to close your eyes. That’s it. Just close your eyes and listen to my voice. Can you do that?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, Sir.”