Daddy's Searching

“Don’t hide from Daddy.”

Belinda nodded like she understood. Inside, she forced herself to stand there as he raised his hands to remove her last garment. He’s seen you naked. Stop freaking out!

“It’s okay, Belinda. Lift your arms.” He smoothly removed her bra and dropped it to the pile of clothes on the floor. Pedro’s hands smoothed down her sides. “Go jump in the shower,” he instructed with a smart pop to her bottom.

Immediately, she whirled to step through the door into the spray. His swat hadn’t hurt, she realized, and was disappointed. She’d liked having a reminder of her spanking. It made her remember that he cared.

A rustle from outside the stall made her wipe the spray from the frosted glass. She leaned forward to see more clearly as he revealed more of his bronze skin as he stripped. When he dropped his shorts, she straightened away from the barrier and heard him chuckle.

“I’m coming in there with you, Little girl,” he reminded her as he opened the door.

Deliberately, she kept her gaze on his face. “Hi! I’m almost done.”

“Tip your head back into the water. I’ll wash your hair first. That way the conditioner can soak in for a while.”

Closing her eyes, she followed his directions. This seemed safe. He moved closer to run his fingers through her hair to make sure it was thoroughly wet, his hard body coming in contact with hers as he reached around her.

She inhaled sharply and held her breath until he stepped back and directed her to turn around. Exhaling, she obeyed. Belinda felt the shampoo land on her wet hair before his fingers returned to massage the lather through her thick hair. The water sprayed into her face as she enjoyed the feel of him rubbing over her scalp and the length of her blonde strands. Without thinking, she leaned back slightly to balance herself against his muscular frame.

“Oh!” she gasped and darted forward, only to feel his hand spread across her abdomen to pull her back against him. She tried not to squeeze her bum together as she felt his erection nestle between her buttocks.

“You’re okay, Little girl. My body craves yours but I’m in control.” He continued to wash her hair without pausing.

She peeked over her shoulder to see him wink at her. “Should I rinse my hair?” she suggested, trying to give herself a break from the arousing feel of him against her.

“Sure. Turn around.”

This time when she faced Pedro, he wrapped an arm around her waist to allow her to lean back into the spray. This arched her lower body directly against his pelvis. She moaned in arousal.

“You feel good against me, too,” he reassured her as he rinsed the suds out with one hand before having her turn around to allow him to apply conditioner to her wet hair. Quickly, he washed and rinsed the makeup from her face.

Pedro rinsed his hands before moving between her and the spray of water. He pumped her favorite body wash onto one hand and smoothed it over her shoulders and arms. When he dispensed more, she knew what he’d wash next. His fingers closed around her breasts, circling her curves and brushing over her nipples. The sight of his hands moving on her body made Belinda clench her thighs together as his touch pushed her arousal higher. When he stroked lower to spread the silky soap over her abdomen, Belinda stepped back in an attempt to calm herself.

“Come back, Little girl. Stand right there,” Pedro directed with a firm voice as he pointed to the spot right in front of her.

“I can wash there,” she told him quickly.

“Who’s the Daddy?”

“You are?” she answered tentatively.

“I am. Daddy makes the rules. Come stand here.”

When she inched her way back to where he indicated, Pedro kissed her lightly. “I know you’re aroused. I am, too. That’s the way it’s supposed to be.”

Belinda nodded. She’d never felt attracted to anyone this much. Pedro checked off every box on her wish list: handsome, intelligent, sexy, skilled, and oh, so Daddy. Wrapping her arms around Pedro’s shoulders, Belinda closed her eyes when Pedro directed her to widen her legs. She felt his fingers glide through the curls guarding her most intimate area. He would know very soon just how turned on she was. There would be no secret of her response to him.

He traced the seam of her sex before pressing his palm against her to cup the area. “So hot,” he praised. “Such a good girl.”

His fingers dipped between her lower lips to trace her pink folds. Pedro circled her clit with one fingertip before brushing rapidly over the top of it. Belinda rose involuntarily to her tiptoes to encourage him to pleasure her more. Pedro’s touch combined with his low chuckle of approval made her body flood with slick juices. She struggled not to respond. When his touch lifted from her body, she opened her eyes in shock.

“Let’s get this soap rinsed off. I don’t want anything to sting your delicate bits,” he told her as he stepped to the side out of the spray to allow the water to pour onto her skin. Pedro smoothed one hand over her torso to help free her skin of suds as he stroked the other soapy one over her bottom.

“We can’t forget to clean here,” he whispered. When she started to bolt away, he held her secure against his body as his fingers dipped into the cleft between her buttocks.

Teasing the small opening hidden there, Pedro asked in a low tone, “Have you ever touched yourself here? Pressed a plug into place as you played?”

His words painted an erotic picture in her mind. With Pedro, nothing would be off limits. He would ask everything of her and make sure she enjoyed it. She shivered in reaction as she imagined something invading her body. He tightened his arm to secure her to his hard body and pressed one fingertip against that clenched opening, making her fantasies come true.