Page 15 of Tiger's Little Waif
“Yes, Papa,” she whispered before leaning in and brushing her lips across his. “I do have one request. Can you hurry up and wash us so we can get to the mating part?”
Marshall could only laugh as he searched around her hip and thigh to find the washcloth before soaping it up once again. “That sounds like a very good idea, waif. Now put your hands on top of your head.”
Chapter Eight
Bailey was stunned that once she lifted her arms and piled her hands on top of her head, Marshall focused on washing them both. As she watched, he quickly washed himself down, and turned his attention to her. He took his time washing her, but at the same time did not linger to tease and arouse.
The position raised her nipples out of the bathwater, and they puckered to tight beads as the cooler air wafted over her wet skin. Marshall did not seem interested as he swirled the washcloth over them before washing the rest of her, both in and out of the water. He did not even linger as he dragged the washcloth between her legs, causing her to suck in a breath when it swiped over her exposed clit.
She squealed when he surged to his feet, still holding her in his arms as he stepped out of the tub.
“Papa, you shouldn’t do that,” she scolded as he set her on the counter across the room.
He smiled down at her then brushed a kiss on her nose. “Your papa is a tiger shifter and strong enough to carry you anywhere you want to go.”
Before she could come up with an argument, he stepped back, allowing her to see him from head to toe once again. And oh, what a sight that was. She swore his muscles had muscles as he went to the linen closet and came back with several towels. He quickly dried her off and then swiped at the water slowly sliding down his own body.
His cock remained long and thick as he lifted her bridal style and carried her to the bed.
Setting her on the bed, he knelt before her. “Are you sure you want to be my mate? There will be no leaving once we mate. No divorce, no separation, no walking away. We will be together forever. If we have an argument, we work it out. If you’re naughty, your papa will spank you and set you back on the right path.”
Shaw nodded and felt her smile growing as he confirmed once more that she was onboard with becoming his mate. “I think that sounds like a wonderful deal. But you won’t cheat or play with other Littles, will you?”
“Absolutely not. Just like you won’t play with other Daddies. While all the Daddies at Bratburg look out for all the Littles, once we are mated, we only discipline our Littles, unless it’s a group transgression and all the Littles are punished together.”
“Sounds fair to me.” Shaw nodded, then giggled as she fell back and began to wiggle across the mattress when Marshall surged to his feet and leapt onto the bed to crouch over her.
“I’ll try to be gentle, but my tiger has been clawing at me to claim you since the first moment we saw you,” he said, leaning down and brushing his lips over one nipple and then the other.
At the same time, he dropped the lower half of his body until his cock brushed over her mound. He then shifted and rubbed the length of it through her parted lips and over her clit, sending shivers of need through her with each touch.
She panted and rubbed her hands up and down his sides, trying without words to encourage him to fuck her, to claim her as his mate. It was another endless minute before he shifted down, kissing the center of her body to her belly button and then further until hot breath wafted over her clit, setting her entire body to trembling with need.
A hot tongue then stroked from the top of her slit down over her clit and further until it reached the skin between her pussy and her back hole. Then he reversed directions and lapped his way back up again.
“Papa, please!” Bailey cried out when he began to trace circles around her clit with the tip of his tongue.
He stopped just long enough to ask, “Please what, waif?” before he returned to torturing her.
Did he really want her to ask for his cock? To beg him to fuck her and claim her as his mate?
“Nothing else happens until you ask for it.”
Taking a deep breath, he tried not to scream her demand as she whispered, “Papa, please fuck me. Please make me your mate.”
Marshall kissed her mound before crawling up and fitting his cock to her wide open and wet opening. “It would be my pleasure.”
She cried out when he surged forward until he was fully embedded in her body. He was so big, filling her past comfortable capacity. He froze and stared into her face, looking hesitant as her body slowly relaxed around him. It felt so right to have him buried deep in her, but she knew there was more to be experienced.
“Move, Papa. Fuck me. Claim me,” she panted.
He looked almost pained as he slowly eased back until only the head remained in her before reversing course and filling her at a much slower, gentler pace. He kept the pace slow and easy, filling her time and time again.
She could see the effort to remain in control was costing him, and that was the last thing she wanted. She wanted to see his wild side.
“Papa, please,” she pleaded as she wrapped her legs around his hips and lifted her lower body in an effort to speed things along.
“I am in charge, and don’t want to hurt you,” he said as a drop of sweat fell from his forehead to hers.