Page 25 of Daddy, Take Me Away
She closed her eyes, her face burning hotter than her behind.
Please don’t let him notice.
Fate, apparently, wasn’t taking requests.
Tsking, Hamish stood up behind her. The heat of his breath brushed her ear just before the deep rumble of his voice murmured, “Naughty, naughty girl.”
How her embarrassment could deepen more than it already had, she didn’t know, but it did. Especially when he placed his hand on her burning bottom and patted, nudging her toward the bedroom.
“Go,” he told her. “Get your nightgown and meet me in the bathroom.”
“The… bathroom?” she stammered.
She wasn’t sure she wanted to be that kinky, but when he arched his eyebrow, to the bedroom she went. Gathering her nightshirt off the pillow where she’d left it that morning, she measured the nightshirt against herself. It wasn’t a nightgown. Just an old shirt that barely covered down to the tops of her thighs.
He’s seen you naked for the last hour, her brain reminded. What the hell’s the issue?
She had no idea.
He put his fingers up my ass.
She covered her burning cheeks in both hands, but the fire in her face was nothing more than a pulsating extension of the sultry throb tormenting her sex.
God, he hadn't even put one finger inside her; he'd used two, lubing her up for the plug both inside and out. And then the torturous plug, whose pinches of pain as he'd damn near fucked her with it, forcing her aching backhole to accept the widest part of the base over and over again, couldn't begin to compare with the absolute shame and pleasure than washed over her in alternating waves.
She was so hopeless, helpless. Confused. and drawn, as if by invisible strings, back out of the bedroom into the bathroom, where she saw him. Hamish was already down on one knee, adjusting the water temperature as the bathtub slowly filled. Though he had to have heard her come into the room, he didn’t glance up. He simply turned at the hip, reaching into the cabinet beneath the sink to his left, and pulled out a white tub overflowing with toys, no-tears baby shampoo, and a Baby-Shark bath towel and hoodie combo.
The towel he placed on the sink counter. The toys, he poured into the bath water, adding a hefty dollop of pink bubble bath directly into the stream. White froth built in the bottom of the tub, expanding into a thick cloud-like mound of bubbles that just begged to be played in. As a final touch, he placed a large, empty, plastic cup on the edge of the tub.
Chloe had no idea how to read the look he wore when he stood. It was dark, somber, locked with a strange intensity that made the butterflies in her stomach riot. She trembled and she didn’t know why, except that something deep inside her really liked being stared at this way.
The bathroom was small. So small it only took two of his long steps before he was standing directly in front of her. Her tingling nipples swelled, her breasts growing heavy and hot, aching to feel the gentleness she knew his calloused hands were more than capable of being.
She jumped when she felt the brush of his fingers along her forearm, just before he took hold of her nightshirt and pulled it from her weakening grip. Heat flushing her core, her chest, her face, even her fingers… Chloe just let go. For the second time today, she stood utterly naked before him, trembling through and through, but not because she was afraid. No, fear was the last thing she felt.
Draping her nightshirt over the towel rack, Hamish walked her to the tub. “Check the water temperature. Make sure it’s comfortable for you.”
Her hands clenched into fists, her shaking intensifying as her mind raced. Checking the water meant bending over.
Right here.
With him standing beside her, watching her every obedient movement.
As if he hadn’t seen every secret part of her already. A couple times, in fact. Knowing that didn’t make her shake less harder, or steady her knees so they stopped buckling weakly in and out.
“Go on,” Hamish drawled, that weird intensity deepening the hue of his green eyes.
She stood there, frozen in place, drinking him in and breathless to stop.
He wasn’t smiling, but something told her he was definitely enjoying this and every inch of her couldn’t help but respond.
Slowly, she bent, bracing a hand on the side of the tub while hot water ran over the tips of her other fingers. This was more than just obedience. The certainty of it could be felt in every nuance of her soul. It was titillating and erotic and, god, her heart was thundering behind her ribs, battering mercilessly away.
“Too hot?” he rumbled.
She shook her head. “It’s perfect.”
“Not yet, it’s not.” Holding out his hand for hers, he helped her step into the water. Chloe sat when he told her to, his steady hand holding onto hers until she was safely down. The cloud of floating bubbles nearly covered her as it was, but with nothing else to distract her from the embarrassment, she drew her knees all the way up, hugging them to her chest.
