“I know no man has ever seen you like this. But me, princess?” the growl caught in his throat, and I gasped again. “I’m going to see all of you, babygirl.”
Something fierce and hot throbbed inside of me.
“How—how do you know that?” I whispered. It was like he already knew that even with the way I was dressed last night and the way I was acting, that this was all new to me. That I’d never been this naked with a man before, much less anything else.
“Because I know,” he said gently. His hands moved towards me, and when they slid over my bare hips, I whimpered quietly. God his hands felt so damn good. So big on my small body.
“And I know it’s because no one’s ever looked at you and told you how fucking perfect you are, princess,” Cormac said gently, his velvety whiskey voice rumbling through me. “No one’s ever told you how beautiful you are.”
I swallowed thickly, biting my lip as I look up at him.
“Do you feel safe?”
I nodded. “Yes, daddy,” I whispered. Cormac smiles.
“Good girl. Do you trust me?”
I nodded again.
“Good.”
“Where—” I blushed. “Where are my new clothes?”
He shook his head, and his hands teased over my bare waist, making me tremble with heat. “Not yet. First, we need to clean you up with a nice bath.”
“We?” I squeaked.
“Come with me.”
He took my hand, but I started to hesitate. “I can wash myse—”
“But you don’t have to, princess,” he said quietly, turning to level those dark smoky eyes at me, the heat teasing through my core.
“Because daddy’s here to wash you for you.”
7
Cormac
Steam filled the small cedar-walled bathroom as I filled the large, clawfoot tub. I glanced back at her, standing behind me. She was still half covering herself with her hands, like I wasn’t about to see all of her, but this time, when I looked at her, she didn’t shy away. She bit her lip, and when our eyes locked, I could see the fire burning in hers.
Fuck, she was like an angel. An innocent, delicate angel that it was my job to protect, and to keep safe. Porcelain skin, soft curves, delicate features. Her long dirty-blonde hair tumbled around her shoulders, and she had one leg half crossed over the other. One arm stretched over her full tits, which only actually had the effect of pushing them up and making them even more enticing. The other hand covered—or tried to cover—her pussy. But I could see enough to get my blood roaring and my cock aching hard.
I turned the water off and turned, fully taking her in.
“Let me see, babygirl,” I said softly. Her eyes locked on mine, and she hesitated before she slowly nodded, her eyes blazing. Her teeth raked across her bottom lip as she blushed, her hands dropping to her sides.
Fuck.
She was gorgeous. Sweet perfection. And all fucking mine. The soft slope of her breast capped with rosy soft pink nipples that puckered and stiffened under my gaze. The curve of her hips, and the place where her thighs met. I caught a glimpse of her pink lips beneath a soft patch of hair, and I growled lowly, my pulse racing.
“Do you have to pee first?”
Her face blushed bright red, and I smiled.
“Don’t be embarrassed, princess. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about with me.”
She nodded, biting her lip. “I do.”
I nodded towards the toilet, turning my back to finish adding bubbles to the tub—giving her a small taste of privacy. When I heard her finish, I turned back.
“All clean?”
“You want to check?” she snapped.
I grinned at the sass. Good. I didn’t want her totally submissively compliant. I liked that fire in her.
“Should I?”
The pink glow came back to her cheeks, and she shook her head.
“Let’s get you washed up, then.”
I helped her get in and settled down into the water. I knew it was hot, but not too hot, and she moaned quietly as she sank in. I lathered my hands, and she startled as I started to soap her up. Maybe she thought I’d been kidding when I’d said daddy was going to wash her. Well, I hadn’t been.
My hands glided over her skin, sudsing her up and making her coo softly as I massaged her with the soap. They slid up and down her arms, her shoulders, her neck. When they slipped down over her breasts, she moaned, and when my fingers rolled over her puckered nipples, she closed her eyes, gasping quietly.
“Feels good when you let daddy clean you up doesn’t it, angel?”
She opened her eyes and nodded, looking right into mine. I moved closer as my hands soaped her breasts.
“Good, because this is how we’ll do things from now on.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
My hands slid deeper, pushing under the sudsy water as they moved down her tummy. She whimpered, and when my fingers pushed over her little bush and slipped over her lips, she moaned deeply.