Page 48 of Orion

After checking the lock on the front door, I turn out the lights and lead my girl through the bedroom and into the bathroom. When I turn on the faucet in the tub, she groans. “Daddy…”

I hold out a hand. “Come here, naughty girl. This isn’t going to be an ordinary bath. Trust me. I’m going to get in with you, and we’re going to use the time to stretch your cunt. If you whine about my methods again, I’ll drive you to the very edge with my fingers and not let you come. Understood?”

Her jaw drops. “That’s just mean.”

I lift a brow. “Take it or leave it,” I say as if I would actually turn her down or not have sex with her tonight. Not a chance in hell. We’re consummating this union.

But it’s fun watching her suffer. She sighs. “Fine. I won’t whine if you promise you’ll eventually make love to me tonight.”

I sit on the edge of the tub, snag her around the waist, and pull her into my arms. “Tonight, and every night for the rest of our lives. I’ll also slide my cock into you every morning and probably at least once during the day for a while. The cool thing about being mated to a lion shifter is that your sore body will heal within a few hours, and I’ll be able to take you again.”

After removing the band from her hair, I pull her dress over her head and lower her panties to the floor. Then I use the hairband to gather her hair up in a messy bun on top of her head. I know she’s not in the mood for me to wash and dry her hair. “Go potty, Little doll.”

She hesitates before moving toward the toilet, grumbling under her breath, “I guess he’s going to watch. He’s so overbearing. What’s he going to do when I have my period?”

“I can hear you, naughty girl.”

She spins around before sitting on the toilet. Her eyes are wide.

I chuckle. “My hearing is superior, remember? You best not mutter your objections about me anymore. I’ll hear you even from the other room. I won’t hesitate to paddle your naughty bottom and leave you horny.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She steps onto the stool I put in front of the toilet and turns around to sit. My toilet is too high off the floor for her short legs, but the stool works perfectly.

It takes Cora a few minutes, but she finally pees. Meanwhile I strip out of my clothes. It’s cute how she pads to the sink, steps onto another stool, and washes her hands since she’s about to get in the tub. But I don’t say anything. I simply hold out a hand toward her when she turns around.

First, I lift her into the tub and set her on her feet, then I climb in behind her and lower to one end on my ass. “Sit between my legs, Little doll.”

Holding her biceps to ensure she doesn’t slip and fall, I help her settle between my thighs, facing the other end of the tub. She’s rigid, and I reach around to flatten a hand on her belly, guiding her to lean back against me.

I set my lips on her ear. “Deep breaths, sweetness. We’re going to take our time. I’m going to worship your body first. It will help you relax.”

She nods stiffly.

“Bring your arms up over your head and wrap them around my neck.”

She quivers as she obeys me. The position should be making her feel very exposed with her breasts high and tight.

“Good girl. Now lift your feet and place them outside my thighs.”

Now she’s aroused. Her pussy creams so hard that I can smell it under the water as she spreads her legs wide.

“That’s a good girl.” I reach for the soap, pour some in my palm, and rub my hands together to create a nice lather. Starting with her breasts, I massage both globes at the same time. My hands are so large that I can fully cover her tits. It’s fucking hot every time I move my fingers out of the way to reveal the rosy tips.

I take my time getting more soap, knowing she’s growing more desperate by the moment as she’s forced to watch me slowly lather my palms again. I’m slightly surprised she’s able to hold her tongue and not demand I fingerfuck her. I’m getting there. We’re on my timeline.

Cora’s tummy dips, and she sucks in a breath as I flatten my palms on her belly and slide them down to wash her inner thighs before finally stroking her pussy. She doesn’t need soap directly on her cunt anyway. It was all for show.

I gently stroke her folds and circle her clit, not giving her enough direct contact to ease her need. She’s panting and fighting not to squirm as I torment her. When I move my hands down to wash her legs, she whimpers adorably. Next, I take my time washing her arms.

By the time I return my attention to her nipples, she’s breathing so heavily she’s practically hyperventilating.

With my lips against her ear, I whisper again, “I love how hard your nipples get when I play with them.”

Cora moans. Her pheromones fill the bathroom. She’s very turned on.

Sliding one hand down her body, I continue to speak in a soft voice, “And this little nub...” I tap her exposed clit. It’s so engorged that the hood has retracted on its own. “It’s harder than your nipples, Little doll. I wish I could spread you out and stare at your naked body all day and night. Maybe I’ll do that one day. Keep you naked for hours. I’ll spread you out on our bed, restrain your wrists to the far corners, and strap your knees bent and wide. I’ll be able to tease your pussy mercilessly until I decide you’ve earned an orgasm.”

Cora is panting now. I don’t know how she’s keeping her bottom on the base of the tub. She’s being so good.