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Chapter 16
Dalton could see the surprise in her eyes when he entered, and again when he announced his intention to bathe her. This was obviously not what she had planned, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out. Still, she knew better than to argue or fuss. Her cheeks were flushed, a stark contrast to her milky white skin peeking out from underneath piles of bubbles as she leaned back against the back of the tub and waited for him to give her instruction.
"I've never been bathed by someone else before," she admitted sheepishly.
"I've never bathed anyone before," he replied. "We'll figure it out together."
Slowly, he dipped his hand in the water and found her. He let his palm rest atop her thigh, giving the skin a gentle squeeze. "The bubbles smell nice."
"Mmmhmm." She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.
"I've never used this tub," he admitted. "I'll have to do that soon."
"You could do that now," she invited breathlessly. "You could join me."
The temptation was great. For a split second, he considered it, then decided that it wasn’t what either of them needed right now. He knew he wouldn't be able to resist, with her naked body pressed up against his, and water and bubbles lapping around them. He suspected she wouldn't be able to either. As much as he wanted her, he needed to find out what was going on with her first; why she had slapped him. That would come much later.
"I don’t think that’s a good idea," he said, unable to hide the regret in his voice.
She frowned but didn’t argue.
With his free hand, he reached for a clean washcloth that was folded and set in a pile on a stand near the tub. There was an open bar of soap on a porcelain tray next to it, and he picked it up, rubbing it all over the cloth.
"Daddy’s going to wash you now," he announced, dipping the cloth into the water. He raised her leg past the water line and started with her toes, rubbing the cloth between them before moving slowly up her foot and then past her ankle to her knee. There he had to dip his hand under the water to reach her thigh, and he did that, rubbing the cloth in careful thorough circles slowly in an upward motion until her bikini line. He washed the crevice between her thighs and mound with careful precision, not letting his fingers stray. Her expression was tense, and her jaw clenched. Was she not enjoying it or was she enjoying it too much? He couldn't tell.
Slowly, he moved his hand to the right until the cloth grazed her mound. The muscles in her neck contracted as she gulped. He gulped too, his tension echoing her own. Slowly, and ever so carefully, he covered her mound with the wet cloth and began to wash. Emily spread her legs wide, giving him access, arching her back as she strained against the porcelain.
He cleared his throat. "I know you want Daddy to touch you there, little one, but you haven't earned that kind of reward."
"Can I?" she gasped, as he moved from the spot between her legs to the other side of her bikini line and began to work his way down the opposite leg. "‘Cause right now, I'd do anything."
He chuckled. "Trust me when I say I know the feeling, but the answer is no. Right now, all Daddy wants to do is take care of you. Your body and your mind."
"I feel better," she argued, shifting her body as she attempted to draw his hand up to her pussy. "Not being alone helps. And I'm all better."
"You weren't alone before," he countered. "And it’s adrenaline. It won't last. You need another day at least. So, lay back, relax and let Daddy wash you."
"Arrrghh!" She let out a strangled moan of frustration, but she obeyed. He finished washing her legs and moved to her arms, and then her torso. When he reached her breasts, she moaned again.
"Please," she whispered.
"No. And if you ask again, I'll cut your bath short and punish you."
"With a spanking?" she asked hopefully.
"No. We've been over this. I'll put you in the corner naked and when you are out, I'll dress you in the onesie, and punishment phase one will begin."
"Oh. This sucks."
"Indeed." He finished washing her breasts, and let his hands rest in the warm water. "This isn't easy for me, either, but I want to make sure you get what you need, and regardless of what your body is telling you, it's not my cock."
He could see that she wanted to argue, but she didn't.
"I'm going to wash your hair now. Lie back."
He worked the shampoo through her dark locks, the whole time remembering his fists curled around them as he fucked her from behind. He wanted badly to give into her desires and give them both relief, but he knew better. He had an end game here, and despite his throbbing erection trying to convince him otherwise, it wasn't an orgasm.
When her head was covered in soap bubbles, he held his palm at the back of her neck and slowly rinsed her hair. The act of bathing her was sensual and arousing, more so even than bathing with her, but he knew he must resist the temptation to do anything more. He focused on rinsing every last trace of shampoo from her hair before applying the conditioner and beginning the process over again. At least it was a mindless task that gave him something more to focus on. When it was finished, he stood and stretched, reaching for a towel.
