Page 28 of Daddy's Lesson
“Because I want to get this paint off the clothes so they don’t spread this mess.” I rolled my eyes and flipped the water on to hide my lie.
True to form, he called me out. “I might believe that if I didn’t walk in here and see you staring at the wall like you’d rather be anywhere else.” He joined me under the spray, wrapping his arms around my middle and pulling me back against him. His hard length pressed against my lower back. “Feel that, little girl? Daddy’s cock is so hard for you.”
His hands went to my breasts and he squeezed.
“Daddy is going to scrub you clean just so that he can get you all dirty again.” To illustrate his point, he began to rub paint from my skin. My head fell back against his shoulder, as no part of me was safe from his touch. Next thing I knew, he’d unhooked my bra and the paint-stained fabric was falling to my feet. Turning me around, he took a step back and raked over my form with his gaze.
“You’re fucking magnificent,” he growled as he got to his knees at my feet and yanked my panties down. “I don’t give a damn about the paint. I can’t wait one more second to taste you.”
I gasped when his head was suddenly between my legs. I widened my stance to both accommodate him and stop myself from falling and braced my hands against the shower walls. Looking down, I saw residual paint washing down my body and onto him, but he didn’t seem to care. He had one mission, and that was to lavish my lady bits with his tongue. It was hard to think or worry about anything when he was taking me to the brink of orgasm faster than ever before.
Just as I felt like the tight ball coil low in my belly was about to rupture, promising the best orgasm of my life, he pulled back.
“Daddy forgot to tell you something very, very important.” He sighed heavily, like he was about to tell me he ran over my cat. I didn’t have a cat. I was allergic to cats. All I wanted was for him to finish the job he started. I opened my mouth to tell him as much when he continued. “You’re not allowed to come at any point this evening until I give you permission.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I didn’t stutter. Consider this evening a long-lasting lesson on who I am to you, and how I am in charge, and you are not.”
“I don’t like this game.” I tried really hard not to pout but was pretty sure I failed epically. Crossing my arms, I dropped my chin to my chest to avoid eye contact.
Lennon didn’t let me hide long. Hooking a finger under my chin, he lifted my gaze back to his. “I’m not playing games, baby.”
He didn’t give me a chance to respond before his lips were on mine again. His fingers tangled in my hair and he squeezed, adding a little bit of pressure, but not to the point of pain. It was more of a claiming kiss than anything, and it was over way too soon.
“Turn around,” Lennon directed, but before I could obey, his hands were on my shoulders and he was giving me no choice. The spray of water felt good against my face, but when his hands were in my hair again, this time massaging shampoo into my scalp, I was in heaven.
He took his time washing, rinsing, and conditioning my hair before he filled his hands with body wash and the real torture began as he scrubbed every inch of me with his bare hands. He hovered in all of the places that made me crazy with desire, and by the time he took the removable shower head and rinsed me off, I was a whimpering ball of nerves and need.
“You’re being such a good girl for Daddy,” he praised as he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me in for another intoxicating kiss.
If I wasn’t careful, I was going to become completely addicted to his kisses. Each one conveyed something different, but they all did one thing for my body… drove my need to new heights. I thought I was going to spontaneously combust on the spot.
Out of nowhere, the spray from the removable shower head was pulsing against my clit, surprising me so much that I squealed and covered myself.
He pulled back from the kiss and gave me a sinister smile that made my stomach drop to my toes. Shaking his head slowly, he clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Tsk tsk, little girl. You’re never allowed to hide yourself from Daddy. This body belongs to me. Move your hands.”
“But it’s too much.” The argument was out of my mouth before I could stop it and I instantly regretted it.
His eyebrows all but hit his hairline. “Really? Is it too much?”
“I… yes?” I answered cautiously.
“Baby, I haven’t even begun to show you too much. Put your hands behind your back. Right. Now.” His voice was low and demanding and a little bit scary, but just scary enough to turn me on more than I already was. My body and mind were simultaneously betraying me. I didn’t even recognize the woman I was as I forced my hands away from my pussy and put them behind my back as instructed.
“Covering yourself is very naughty.” He changed the water setting to massage. “Now Daddy has to punish you.” He sighed heavily, as if this was the worst thing in the world for him to do. His hard cock said otherwise as it stood at attention. He was enjoying every second of this torture.
If I thought the spray against my clit was too much, the massage setting was one hundred times worse. I whimpered and clasped my hands together tightly to keep from covering myself again.
“Open your legs wider, naughty girl.”
He smacked the side of my wet thigh. The overwhelming sting surprised me. I didn’t want to push any further, so I slid my feet as far as the stall would allow. Unfortunately, it granted him better access to torment me with the water.
We stood in silence for what felt like hours. The hard pulsing spray was enough to take me to the edge, but not enough to push me over.
“Please, Daddy,” I begged when it really started to get uncomfortable.
“Please what, naughty girl?”