“We can,” he agreed.
Then his hand landed on her butt and she let out an embarrassingly high-pitched squeal. But he didn’t pause. His hand landed again. And again. It wasn’t long until her bottom was hot and throbbing. Tears welled in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks. And this was only the first part of her punishment.
Holy shit.
She turned her head, staring into the mirror at the sight they made. The slight girl bent over the workout bench with her bare butt in the air, her face stained with tears.
Over her stood the sexy, dark-skinned man. His hand swinging back, landing against her bare bottom. She was a direct contrast to him. Small where he was large. Pale-skinned to his dark. Fragile to his strength.
And yet, they seemed so perfect together. She couldn’t imagine herself without him.
“I’d look away now, Ari,” he rumbled.
She closed her eyes, directing her gaze down as the rubber resistance band hit her already burning ass cheeks.
Okay. That wasn’t as bad as she’d thought.
Then it landed again. And again. And the sting became a burn. The burn became fire. Sobs wracked her body and she had to lean her forearms down on the bench to balance herself.
Finally, he stopped. But the fiery pain in her backside didn’t dissipate one bit. Bain grabbed hold of her, swinging her up into his arms. He held her cradled against his chest, rocking her back and forth and placing kisses on her head.
“Angel, I love you. I love you.”
Funny, she’d always imagined he’d have trouble saying those words to her. But he continued to say them over and over. He sat on the bench with her in his lap, turned into his chest so she was leaning on a hip rather than her aching butt.
She didn’t know how long they sat there, with him holding her, soothing words being murmured to her quietly. But she started to stir when she realized she urgently needed the bathroom.
“I gotta pee.”
Her mother would kill her if she ever heard her say that. But she was tired of worrying about what her mother thought.
He stood her up between his open legs and dressed her like one might a small child. She rubbed at her eyes. God, she was exhausted. She winced at the feel of spandex over her poor butt. It felt like the darn thing had doubled in size and the damned spandex seemed to hold the heat in.
“Ouch.”
“Sorry, baby girl. Soon as we get into the bathroom, you can take them back off.”
She nodded, cuddling in as he picked her up in his arms
He held her carefully, like one might a new-born babe.
She was even more precious to him. She meant everything. And she was his. He couldn’t believe she was willing to give this all up for him.
Weren’t you willing to do the same for her?
Yeah. He’d do whatever was necessary to keep her. Even if that meant staying here.
He set her down in her bathroom, and crouched before her, undoing her sneakers. “Hold onto my shoulders, angel.”
She held on as he first took off her sneakers and socks then drew down her pants and panties. Then he turned and put the plug in the bath, before turning on the taps.
“Go potty, little bit. I’ll be back in a minute.” He went and gathered up some pajamas for her to get dressed into. When he returned, she was washing her hands. She’d pulled her panties back up but left her pants off. He didn’t blame her. The spandex wouldn’t feel too nice against her hot ass.
“Daddy, it’s not bedtime yet.”
“You’re tired. I thought you could have a bath and get into your jammies. I’ll get us some dinner and we can make a nest in front of the T.V. in your bedroom, eat our dinner and relax.”
“Oh.” A smile crossed her face. “That sounds perfect actually.”
He kissed her lightly. “Have you got any bubbles?”
“Of course! Can’t have a bath without bubbles! I gots some bubble bath in here.” She opened the cupboard doors and pulled out a big container of strawberry-scented bubble bath. He took it from her and poured some in the bath.
“More, Daddy! More!”
“I think that’s enough,” he said firmly, putting the container away. He noticed that her lower lip was poking out and he gave it a light tap with his finger. “Put that away. I don’t want to lose you in all the bubbles, do I? You might slip on out of my grasp if there are too many bubbles.”
“Silly Daddy. I can’t slip out of the bath.”
“Let’s get you stripped out of these clothes.” He reached for her tank top. She bit her lip, but she didn’t say anything as he took off her top and bra. He made certain not to stare at her bare breasts for too long. Which wasn’t easy. They were plump and topped with pink nipples that he longed to take into his mouth.
And he was pretty certain he’d been wrong. They weren’t fake at all.
He drew down her panties before testing the temperature of the bath water and turning off the taps. He looked at her hair. “Got a tie for your hair, little bit?”
She nodded and pointed to a drawer. He drew out a dark blue tie. “All right, turn around.”
She gave him a skeptical look. “Do you know how to do hair, Daddy?”
“Daddy’s know everything.” Not really.
But she turned dutifully, giving him quite the eyeful of her gorgeous ass which was pink from her spanking.
He managed to get her hair up into some sort of loose ponytail. It looked terrible, but it would keep the majority of her hair out of the water.
Grabbing hold of her, he lifted her into the bath.
She winced as she sat down and immediately moved onto her knees. “Ouchie.”
“Poor baby,” he crooned. “Have you got a sore bottom?
“You’re the one who made it sore, Daddy,” she said accusingly.
“Because you deserved it.” He tapped her nose warningly. “Got any toys to play with?”
He reached into the cupboard and picked up one of the washcloths he’d spotted, wetting it in the bath.
She bit her lip. “Umm, there might be a rubber ducky and some other squirty toys. They’re in a small basket with a lid on it.”
He drew the basket out. You’d never know what was in there unless you went through her stuff. He opened the lid and then poured the toys into the bath. She let out a surprised squeal as the toys hit, splashing up water.
“Daddy!” she said with a laugh. But her embarrassment was gone.
He started washing her with the cloth, aware of the way she tensed. He got it. This was her first time being completely naked with him. But he was going to show her she had nothing to be ashamed about.
She was beautiful. She was his. If she let him, he’d do this for her every day for the rest of their lives.
“So do your bath toys have names?” he asked to distract her.
She giggled. “No, Daddy.”
“Well, why not? Maybe we should name them. How about Ducky, Flippy and Slippy?”
“Those are silly names.” But she relaxed and started to play as he moved the cloth down her back.
“That was my best work,” he protested as he washed her arms.
“Hmm, you can do better.”
“Why you cheeky monkey.” He started tickling her. She giggled, splashing water at him. By the time, he pulled back, his T-shirt was soaked.
He drew his T-shirt off, aware of her small gasp. He had to grin. He admitted he liked the way she stared at him. With awe and no tiny amount of arousal in her eyes. But he needed to get her clean and settled in her room. She needed more food than that protein bar she’d eaten. She also needed him to look after her. To show her care after how her parents treated her.
“Lie back, baby, so I can clean your front and legs.”
She bit her lip but lay back without a word. He started at her feet. “Daddy, no more tickling.”
“No more tickling, I promise. What movie do you want to watch?”
“I dunno. We can watch what you want to
watch, Daddy.” He moved the cloth up towards her pussy. Without giving her a chance to worry about it, he wiped it between her folds. Then he placed one hand under her lower back and lifted her bottom up so he could slide the cloth between her cheeks.
It was all done quickly and without a word.
“Daddy!” she let out a protest.
“Yes?” He threw the cloth in the hamper and picked up a towel.
“I…you…you just cleaned my butt!”
He had to grin. “You don’t usually wash your butt?”
“What…yes…I mean…oh dear Lord.”
“Come on, little bit. Out you get. Let’s get you dried. Then you can pick what movie to watch.”
They ended up settling on Despicable Me. One of her favorites. Bain set up what he called a nest. Which was a pile of pillows and blankets on the bedroom floor. She lay on them, under the duvet from her bed and he fed her little tidbits of food that he’d collected from the kitchen. There was cheese, crackers, meat, grapes and even a few bits of chocolate.
About halfway through the movie, she felt her eyelids drifting closed. She yawned and tried to force herself to stay awake. Bain got up and grabbed her sleep sack, laying it out on her bed.
“Come on. Time for sleep.” He led her into the bathroom and helped her get ready. She climbed into her sleep sack and he grabbed her quilt, putting it over her.
Bain brushed his lips across her forehead. “Go to sleep, little bit.”
“I don’t want you to leave.”
“I’ll stay here as long as you want me to. I’m not planning on going anywhere. Never again.” He climbed into bed next to her.
She snuggled in against him and he wrapped an arm around her. “I’ve never slept with anyone before.”
“I’m glad to be your first then. Go to sleep, angel. I’m right here, watching over you.”
20
She woke up alone, surprised to see she’d slept in. Had Bain stayed the night as promised?
Of course, he did. Bain always did what he said he would. She rolled to her side and caught a hint of his scent. Yum, delicious.
With another stretch, she stood and walked into the bathroom to pee and brush her teeth. When she walked back into the bedroom, she was surprised to see Bain lying on her bed. A tray of food sat in front of him.
“Good morning,” she said quietly, taking him in. He was shirtless. His gorgeous, cut chest on display with rippling abs. A thin line of hair led down into his sweatpants.
Oh Lord. Was he trying to kill her? Seriously. She felt like she was about to self-combust.
“Hi, yourself,” he murmured back with a heated look in his eyes. “Sleep okay?”
“Better than okay. I can’t remember the last time I slept so good.”
“That so? Wonder why that was.”
She walked slowly forward then picked up the tray of food, noticing the bowls of muesli and strawberry yogurt. Along with two glasses of orange juice and some blueberry muffins.
Yummy.
But not what she felt like eating right now. She set the tray down on her bedside table and then climbed onto the bed.
Bain lay on his back, one hand tucked behind her head. But he watched her every move, his eyes devouring her.
“Hmm, I wonder. Maybe it was because for the first time ever I didn’t sleep alone.”
His eyes narrowed into slits. “Is that right? You think you’d sleep as good with just anyone?”
She straddled his hips with her legs then tapped her chin, pretending to ponder that. “I don’t know. I suppose I could test that out. Find someone else to sleep with me tonight. Compare snuggle buddies.”
He flipped her over and she cried out with surprise as suddenly he was lying between her spread legs, his hips pressed against hers, his forearms resting on the bed on either side of her, supporting his weight so he didn’t crush her.
He wasn’t a small guy.
“I’m the only damn snuggle buddy you’ll ever have,” he growled.
She had to bite her lip at those words to stop the surge of laughter. He must have spotted the amusement on her face. He shook his head. “Brat.”
“Your brat.”
“You are. All fucking mine.” Leaning in, he kissed her. Devoured her. She wasn’t sure how long he kissed her for, but by the time he pulled back her breath was coming fast, her insides burning with need.
“Bain,” she murmured. “Please.”
“You want more, Ari? You want me to touch you? Pleasure you?”
“God yes. Please. So much.”
“You sure? We can do as little or as much as you’re comfortable with.”
“I want it all.”
He groaned. “Fuck. Have you got any protection?”
“Oh. No.” She bit her lip. “Do we need it? I have an implant.”
“Damn. You’re killing me here. I’m clean, baby. We get check-ups regularly and I always use condoms.”
“Oh, I am too. I haven’t had sex in a long time.”
“Nothing I want more than to take you bare but are you certain? We can do other things. Fun things. If you’re not ready to make this step.”
Not ready? Was he insane? She was more than ready. “I want you, Bain. Please. Take me. Claim me. Make me yours.”
“You already are. Ain’t anything going to change that.”
But he slid his mouth down to her chest, tugging at the neckline of her tank top. He drew it down over her breasts, freeing them to his gaze.
“Fucking prettiest breasts, I’ve ever seen.” He scraped his teeth over her nipple, and she arched up, crying out. The sensation of his teeth against her sensitive nipple was almost too much. Just this side of pain.
And she fucking loved it.
He moved to her other nipple, but rather than giving it the same treatment, he sucked the tight nub into his mouth, then ran the flat of his tongue over it.
“Bain. Bain, please.”
He sat on his knees and pulled her up, drawing her top off. “Please, what?”
Christ, she didn’t know. Please don’t stop. Please give me more.
She wanted it all. She wanted to lose herself in him. Already her mind was clouded in a fog of arousal.
“Please more,” she finally managed to get out.
“You only had to ask.”
Well, if she’d known that she might have asked a long time ago. He drew her bottoms down, pulling them off, leaving her completely naked. His gaze took her in, studying her until she started to feel slightly self-conscious.
“Bain? I…”
“Fucking beautiful,” he muttered. He ran his finger down between her breasts, over her tummy to her mound. “I don’t always have the right words, angel. Probably never will. But just know you’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve seen in my life. And a lifetime of having you won’t ever be enough.”
She thought those words were perfect.
“Want you sitting up,” he told her gruffly, reaching for her hands to help her sit. “Shuffle back so you’re leaning against the headboard. Hands up, grabbing hold of the top.”
She leaned against the padded, velvet headboard and reaching back with her hands.
“Keep your hands there,” he commanded.
Her heart raced. She’d never had someone take control in the bedroom. Then again, she didn’t exactly have a lot of sexual experience.
“You okay, angel?” he asked.
“Uhh, yeah, like I told you, I don’t have a lot of, umm, experience. With sex,” she added lamely. “I only had sex once, and it was bad. So bad. I didn’t even get to come. It was over in a few pumps. Not that I actually wanted much more, ‘cause it was kind of sore and the grunting noises he made were weird and I’m gonna shut up now,” she said as he gaped at her.
“It was sore? Did he make you come first? Did he ensure that you were nice and wet and ready for him?”
She knew she was bright red. Just knew it. “I. . .umm. . .no.”
“Fucking bastard.�
� He studied her for a moment. “Don’t worry, baby. You’re going to be ready for me. I’ll make sure of that. You okay with me taking control? We can go slower. Like I said before, we can go as far as you are comfortable with.”
“Oh, I’m comfortable with it all,” she blurted out. “More than comfortable. I want this. Badly. I just don’t want you to be disappointed.”
He snorted. “Not a fucking chance in hell. I’ll be fucking ecstatic if all you’re comfortable with is me eating you out.”
“You. . .you want to do. . .that?”
“Fuck. Yes.”
“What if I don’t like it?”
“Pretty sure you will, but if there’s ever anything you don’t like, you just tell me. Or you say your safeword, got it? I’ll stop. But baby, I hope to fuck you like this because there is nothing, I want more than to bury my tongue in your pussy.”
“Ohh. . .well, I’d quite like to try that.”
He grinned and just shook his head. “Bend your knees for me. And put your feet flat on the mattress. Spread them nice and wide. Fuck, yes, baby. You follow instructions so beautifully. Do you know how fucking hard I am for you?”
“No. Could you show me?”
She really wanted to see how hard he was. Even more to touch him. Maybe she should take him into her mouth. She’d never done it before, but it couldn’t be that hard, right?
“Soon, angel. Keep your hands and legs where they are, understand? No moving or you’ll have to be punished.”
Her heart raced even faster at the thought. But then he lay down on the mattress, his head between her open legs. He used his fingers to part her lower lips then ran his tongue along her slick folds, circling the tight nub at the top before pressing his tongue over her entrance. Again, and again. Until she was trembling from need, her breath coming in sharp pants.
She had a tight grip on the headboard as he finally penetrated her with his tongue. His thumb moved to her clit, flicking it gently as he drove his tongue in and out of her passage. Her orgasm built. She was so close.
She cried out as he replaced his tongue with two fingers.
“Please! Please!”
“Do you need to come, angel?” he crooned.
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