Page 17 of Small Town Daddy

We exchanged shy smiles, the air crackling with unspoken words and tension thick enough to choke on. Desire and something else, deeper, more potent, swirled in my stomach.

"You should rest up." He cleared his throat, eyes darting away. "I can draw you a bath if you'd like? Help you unwind?"

My heart skipped a beat at the thought of him, in the intimate space of the bathroom, his strong hands on the taps, filling the tub with steaming water. His body so close to mine. . . .

"That sounds lovely." My voice came out a bit breathless. "If that's alright with you?"

He met my gaze, and I swore I saw the same want, the same warring desires in his eyes. "It's more than alright. I’ll cook while you’re in the bath, we can eat together, then bed," he said, his voice hoarse. "Follow me."

With shaky legs, I trailed him up the grand staircase, every step closer to the unknown, closer to what may or may not be.

Marcus led me down the hallway, his footsteps solid and reassuring on the hardwood floor. I followed close behind, fingertips trailing along the wainscoting. He stopped at a closed door, turning the glass knob to reveal the guest room.

"Here we are," he said softly, gesturing for me to enter. “This will be your room tonight. Pop your bags in here. I’ll show you to the bathroom after.”

I stepped inside, breath catching at the inviting space. Lace curtains filtered the moonlight, casting a dreamy glow. A handmade quilt in soothing blues draped the plush bed, plump pillows propped against the headboard. Everything looked so comfortable. Lovingly crafted.

"It's perfect," I breathed, turning to face him. "Really, I can't impo—"

He held up a hand, stopping my protest. "You're not imposing. I want you here, Lucy. Please, make yourself at home. For as long as you need."

Emotion clogged my throat. When was the last time someone had shown me such kindness? I swallowed hard. "Thank you, Marcus. Truly."

His eyes crinkled at the corners. "Bathroom's through there," he said, pointing to an adjoining door. "I'll put out some fresh towels. Take all the time you need to relax."

Gratitude swelled in my chest, warming me from within. "I don't know what to say. You're too kind."

"You deserve kindness," he murmured, gaze intense. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything."

With that, he slipped out, pulling the door shut behind him. I released a shuddering breath, hands trembling slightly as I set my bag on the bed.

In the bathroom, I turned the faucet, watching steam rise as the tub filled. The scent of lavender enveloped me. Marcus must have added bath salts. My heart squeezed at the thoughtful gesture.

I shed my clothes and sank into the fragrant water, muscles instantly relaxing. Bubbles glided along my skin, soothing and cleansing. Washing the day away.

Closing my eyes, I let my mind drift. To Marcus. Strong, steady, compassionate Marcus. The way he'd rescued me. The gentle care in his eyes. I felt so safe with him. Protected. Cherished.

"He's different," I mused, running a washcloth along my arm. "There's just something about him that feels . . . right."

Like he could be the Daddy I'd always longed for but never found. Patient and nurturing. Firm yet tender. Everything I needed.

I though of his eyes. The tenderness in his voice. I felt warmth at my core, and without thinking, my fingers started to trace patterns on my skin, imagining it was Marcus touching me.

I let out a soft moan, surrendering to the sensation.

As I slipped lower into the water, my fingers found their way between my legs. I gasped as I touched myself, imagining it was Marcus' fingers exploring my most intimate places instead of my own hand wrapped around my thighs beneath the water line.

I remembered how he'd looked earlier - his intense gaze focused on mine as we discussed renovations for my house - how I felt seen by him in ways no one else ever had before; understood down to my very soul. This stranger had become someone special - he was breaking down walls I hadn't even realized were there until now.

I couldn't stop the cascade of desire that flooded my thoughts, consuming me in a fiery haze of need. The images of Marcus, his strong hands, his piercing gaze swirled in my mind as I gave in to my body's demands. Each stroke, each touch was an echo of his hypothetical caress, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

The warm water lapped gently around me, amplifying the intensity of my sensations. My breath quickened, matching the rhythm of my movements that grew more urgent with each passing second. A soft gasp escaped my lips, muffled by the steam-filled room as I arched into my own touch.

I imagined him spanking me, binding me, slipping his cock into me after making me his plaything.

As the images of Marcus filled my mind, my breath became irregular and shallow, each thought pushing me closer to the edge. My blood pounded in my ears, drowning out the gentlemurmur of the running water. I could feel the heat building between my legs, a fiery intensity that demanded release.

I bit my lip, trying to hold back a moan as my body betrayed me. I closed my eyes, imagining his hands on me, his voice whispering sweet nothings in my ear as he took me to heights I'd never experienced before.

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