Page 13 of The Brat and the Bodyguard

But Karl is on a mission, and his rough voice penetrates my haze.

“One foot on each edge of the bathtub, sweetheart. Do it. I won’t ask twice.”

I stare at him, cheeks flushed, because it means that I’ll be spread-eagle before him. Of course, he can already see my lush curves through the rippling water, but with my legs open and elevated, he’ll seeeverything. The rosiness of my twat. The hard nub of my clit. OMG, maybe even the brown button of my asshole!

But before I realize what I’m doing, my legs lift from the water, rivulets sluicing off my ivory flesh. Then, I position each ankle on opposite edges of the tub before cupping my big breasts in offering to Karl.

“Is this what you want, Daddy?” I mewl helplessly. “Like this?”

He doesn’t reply for a moment, his eyes glued to my ivory tits before trailing down my narrow waist, down to my soft pink pussy. His gaze is searing, and my nipples harden in response as I mewl again, helpless yet enticing.

“Yes, baby girl,” he rasps. “Daddy’s going to shampoo you down there now. We want to get you clean all over.”

I gasp because oh my god, is he serious? Karl just washed the hair on my head, but now he wants to wash the hair on mypussy? OMG, OMG! But the alpha male’s already reaching for the shampoo, squirting a tiny dollop in his palm before looking at me with hunger in those glowing blue eyes.

“Ready, sweetheart?”

I answer before I realize what I’m doing. My legs part a tiny fraction wider in invitation, and I nod, my eyes glued to his, the heat between us palpable.

“I’m ready whenever you are, Daddy,” I whisper. “Please, get me clean.”

With a low growl, Karl dips those big fingers into the water and gently caresses a silky thigh before trailing up to cup my vag lips. He traces one digit along the seam in between them and I cry out, my head tilting back because it already feels so good.

“Oh Daddy!” I moan. “Mmmm, that feels amazing.”

“I know, baby,” he rasps. “And you’re so responsive, too. It’s because you’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? This swollen cunt needs the hard, filthy fucks that only Daddy can provide.”

My eyes fly open because what in the world is he saying? Am I really such a slut? But I lose all thought because Karl’s touch is delectable. With big fingers, he works the shampoo into my pussy patch, and then caresses my tender lips before gently niggling my clit. He rubs circles around the hard nub, making me moan, before giving it a quick pinch. I jerk upright as shock runs through my most sensitive spot.

“Oooh!” I squeal. “Unnnh!”

“That’s right, baby,” the handsome bodyguard moans, his blue eyes like hot coals as he stares at my lush and curvy form. “Like I said, your cunt craves the hard, filthy fucks that only Daddy can provide. But I think I want to shave you first, sweetheart. Are you okay with that? Will you let me?”

I stare at the gorgeous bodyguard, blood rushing in my ears. Oh my god, this situation is spinning out of control and yet I love it. I feel as if I’m drowning in a warm sea of sensuality as the handsome alpha male leads me further and further away from shore.

“Shave my pussy?” I manage in a faint tone.

“Yes baby,” Karl rasps, blue eyes penetrating. “But I’ll have to get in the tub with you because I can’t reach from this angle. The razor would cut and burn your tender flesh, and we don’t want that.”

I stare at him, again drowning in the warm sea. But then I nod because I want this man. Icravehim. He’s hard, dominant, and so masculine, doing funny things to my insides as I take in that massive shaft, dripping fluids from the head. With a small smile, I nod, parting my glossy lips.

“Yes, please shave me, Daddy. Get me clean in my most private place.”

Karl grunts with approval before standing to his full height in the small bathroom. His shaft juts out from his waist, making me gasp. Is it possible that he’s grown evenlargerin the last ten minutes? He must be at least eleven inches now, and a deep purple color. A thick string of pre-come dangles from the head of his penis to hit the floor, forming a small puddle. My heart-rate accelerates as heat pools between my thighs, and unconsciously, I let out a small mewl of need, making him chuckle.

“I’m here, baby girl. Scootch forward,” he rasps while setting one foot behind me in the tub. “I’m a big man, and I need more space than you think.”

I do as he commands, and that massive male form comes to sit in back of me in the tub, water sloshing. I lean back tentatively, and it feels comfortable, actually. I’m aroused, of course, by that solid wall of a chest, as well as the insistent rod poking into my back, but it’s also oddly tender to lean against my hard rock of a man.

“Mmm,” I moan, closing my eyes blissfully. “This is nice.”

“This isverynice,” he whispers in my ear before reaching for a small pink razor positioned on the edge of the tub. “Now relax, baby girl. I’m going to clean her up a bit, and soon you’ll be as bare as a baby.”

Then, the shaving begins and it’s wonderful. Karl’s fingers are agile and nimble as he pulls my left labia tight before gently tracing the skin with the razor. Then he niggles my clit, making me shriek, before shaving my right side.

“Mmm,” I moan.

“You look beautiful, Ainsley,” he whispers in my ear again, rinsing off the razor before putting it on the edge of the tub. “Responsive, curvy, and so wet. But we’re all done, honey. You didn’t have much hair to get rid of. It was just a bit of down.”

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