Page 51 of Zale's Little Girl
“Remember, mark on the tub where the water is,” he reminded her. “Let’s see how big your daddy is.” He stepped in and agilely sat down behind her.
“Whoa, Daddy. You almost flooded the tub.”
“See, it’s the perfect level now for us. Come here, Pippa. I need to hold you.” Zale drew her back toward him. Holding her close, he leaned against the side of the tub and kissed her forehead. “I love you, little girl.”
“Even if I’m all gross and covered in bruises?”
“Always. I would do anything to erase not only the marks on your body, but the memories I know linger in your mind.”
She squirmed in front of him and grabbed his arms as she slipped. His powerful hands steadied her as she turned to stretch out on his torso, facing him.
“Whoa, little girl. Or should I start calling you mermaid?” he asked.
“No, Daddy. I like kitten.”
“I do, too.”
“I don’t want you to be sad. I survived and I’m here with you. They’re both going to jail for a long time.”
“You’re right, Pippa. There’s too much evidence against them to skate out of this,” Zale agreed. “Stop wiggling, little girl. You’re going to bang into the tub and add more bruises.”
“What if I want a different kind of bang?” she sassed.
“You do, huh? Do you think you’re ready for that? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I know. But I’m better now. Really!” she assured him when he hesitated.
“Ten minutes of soaking in the tub, little girl. But you need to actually be in the water. Hold on to my shoulders. Let’s see if I can turn us without drowning us both.”
Girlish giggles and a few masculine curse words later, Pippa was extremely pleased with the position they now occupied. She tightened her legs around her daddy’s waist. The effect of their play was stiffly obvious against her pussy. Bouncing herself a bit up and down on him, she moaned as his hard shaft brushed across extremely sensitive spots.
“That feels good, kitten. But soak. Then play.”
“Promise?”
“Every inch of me promises,” he told her with a wink. “Now to distract both of us, tell me something I would never guess about you.”
“I’m grumpy in the morning.”
“That I already know. Something I don’t.”
“And you’ll tell me, too?” she double-checked.
“Definitely.”
Taking a deep breath, she got distracted by the slide of her body against his. A sharp swat on her bottom that had miraculously avoided bruising during the attack brought her attention back to him. “Mean. Okay. I wanted to be a librarian when I was a teenager. I didn’t know that I needed an advanced college degree to be one. I didn’t have the money to do that when I got out of high school.”
“A librarian, hmmm. You know, you’re not too old to go back to school. You could work on achieving that goal if that’s still a dream of yours.”
She tilted her head as she considered his suggestion. “I’ll keep that in mind. Right now, I’m happy in the daycare. Those kiddos need me, and I enjoy being there.”
“You let me know if that changes.”
“Okay. Now it’s your turn. What’s something I don’t know about you?”
“I got stuffed in a locker twice on my first day of junior high.”
“No way!”
