Page 50 of Daddy's Laws

“Seven in the morning is hardly unreasonable.” The corner of his mouth lifted in that playful half smile that always seemed to be her undoing. “And I have…plans.”

“What kind of plans?”

“The kind that involve you trusting me.”

Didn’t he know she’d already trusted him with the most vulnerable parts of herself? What more could he possibly want from her? “That doesn’t really answer my question.”

“I know. Just trust me, Shannon. If it gets to be too much, you can tell me. But I’d like you to keep an open mind.”

That didn’t sound so different from what she’d been doing since he’d scooped her out of the ocean and blistered her ass. “All right. I think I can manage that.”

“You can start by finishing your coffee. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

He disappeared through the French doors before she had a chance to ask what the hell he was playing at. Ten seconds after demanding her complete trust, he disappeared on her? It would serve him right if she went for a quick swim instead of sitting there and waiting for him.

But the memory of the paddling she’d gotten for her last impromptu dip in the ocean was all too fresh, and she’d just promised him she would trust him, so she supposed she owed him a few minutes at the very least.

Pushing aside her annoyance as much as possible, she settled back in the chair and picked up her coffee again. For a full twenty minutes, she had nothing to do but sit and watch the waves crash against the sand while she finished her truly excellent coffee.

By the time he returned to the deck, she was about as relaxed as she could remember being in a long time.

“Come on, princess. Time for your bath.”

“A bath?” Rolling her eyes, she followed him back into the bedroom. “That’s your big surpr—oh! Bubbles!”

The deep garden tub in the master bathroom was filled to the brim with pink bubbles. With a squeal of joy, she reached for the tie on her robe, but was stopped by his hands wrapping around her wrists.

“Let Daddy do that, princess.”

Somewhere in the back of her mind, her ‘Big’, cynical self was sounding the alarm. But she was slipping deeper into her Little space with every passing second, so she simply nodded and moved her hands away so he could slide the robe off her.

“In you go!” Taking her by the arm, Daddy helped her into the tub.

“I haven’t had a bubble bath inforever.” With a delighted giggle, she scooped up a handful of bubbles and blew them in his direction.

Daddy grinned from his kneeling spot by the tub. “I’m glad you like it. You can play for ten minutes and then we have to get you washed up.”

Ten minutes flew by. It seemed like no time had passed at all before Daddy was telling her it was time to get cleaned up.

Ignoring him, she scooped up more bubbles and blew them across the tub. “I’m not done playing.”

“Shannon. What do good girls do when Daddy says it’s time to stop playing?”

Her lower lip moved into a pout and her body flushed with a heat that had nothing to do with the temperature of the water. “They stop playing,” she replied softly, batting away a pile of bubbles floating towards her.

“That’s right. Are you going to be a good girl?”

Was she? As much as she loved being a brat, there was a part of her that wanted, desperately, to please him. Hearing those coveted words from his lips suddenly seemed like the most important thing in the world. “I’ll be a good girl, Daddy.”

“Thank you, princess. I’m very proud of you.” After rewarding her with a chaste kiss on the head, he squirted some body wash onto a washcloth and began scrubbing her clean. He hummed as he cleaned her, some tune she vaguely recognized but couldn’t quite place. The sound soothed her as he worked, and she found herself humming along.

“Up on your knees, baby. Daddy needs to wash all your parts.”

Rolling to her stomach, she pushed up onto all fours, presenting him with her bottom. Unsurprisingly, a soapy finger soon pushed its way into her bottom hole. Embarrassed heat flooded her face at the intimate intrusion, but she didn’t protest. He took his time, apparently very interested in ensuring she was as clean as she could be.

“All right, princess, you’re squeaky clean. Time to get out.”

There was no argument this time as he helped her to her feet and out of the deep tub. He dried her off, pausing to tickle her tummy, making her squeal and laugh and dance away from him. Her attempts at escape were thwarted when he lifted her off her feet and tossed her over his shoulder.

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