Page 10 of Hunter's Baby Girl

I settled back into his chest. “No. Not so strange. People do it every day.”

“I guess,” he said skeptically.

“So, do you know why you do it? Or am I being hopelessly rude by even asking?”

“You’re not rude, and you have a right to know. Like I said: communication.” He played with the sponge. I enjoyed watching his large, strong hands work the soft material as he got his thoughts together. There’s something incredibly sexy to me about a man’s hands.

“See, my ex got me into the whole BDSM thing,” he eventually said. “I had never considered it prior to getting involved with her. She loved the whole Daddy/Little role play scenario. She liked pretending to be even younger than you do.” I wondered how common that was, for the female to initiate that way.

“And you liked it?” I asked.

“Mmm-hmm,” he replied. “I liked the control part. I liked the discipline part. At first, I just went along with her, but as I got more comfortable with it, I started taking the reins. She really loved that; she loved handing over control completely.”

“Did she want you to act that way then? Like pulling her hair and stuff?”

“Yeah. I did it once, by accident. She loved it, though. And I’d seen stuff in, ya know, porn. Where the guy’s all ‘you like that, bitch?’, even though the woman looks like she’s in pain. I thought that’s just how it was done. I was pretty naïve.”

“But she went for it?” I couldn’t help but smile to think that he was once as naïve and untested as I was.

I glanced up from the corner of my eye and saw a slight smile play over his lips. “She did. So I wanted to give her what she wanted. I guess it became a habit of mine. I hadn’t even thought about it until you just asked.”

“And your other playmates? They liked it, too?” I normally wouldn’t have kept asking questions, but I was so relaxed and so enjoying this time we were spending together. Maybe because we weren’t strictly facing one another, I felt I could keep talking in such an intimate way. Sure, I was leaning my naked body against his naked body. But still.

“Actually, I haven’t had any serious playmates since then. I’ve dabbled with women at the club, yeah. But there hasn’t been anybody else who I’ve had this sort of arrangement with, if that’s what you mean.”

Oh. Plot twist.I’d naturally assumed that somebody as beautiful as Hunter was would have women crawling all over him. And maybe they wanted to. If they were living and breathing and possessed of sight, I was sure they wanted to.

I heard a note of pain in his voice, and I had a feeling that there was more to the story. But I decided to let it go for now. I didn’t want to be pushy.

I leaned forward to add more hot water to the tub, and when the water had heated up, I maneuvered myself carefully so I was facing him. He closed his legs, allowing me to straddle his thighs. I picked up the sponge and gave him the treatment he gave me, letting the sudsy water run over his shoulders and muscled chest.

“I’m guessing you could do without the hair pulling then?” he asked as I worked.

“I like having my hair pulled a little bit,” I said. “There’s just a way to go about it that’s pleasurable as opposed to feeling like I’m going to end up with a bald spot. And we can always play like ‘ow, that hurts’ without it actually hurting.”

I glanced up at him and saw a sexy smile playing over his lips. Uh-oh. I had a feeling that smile would undo me every time.

“Show me,” he murmured playfully.

I smirked at him. “On you, or on me?” I asked.

“On you,” he said. So I took one of his big, powerful hands in my own while my other hand removed the elastic from my ponytail. I shook out my thick, dark hair. I knew from the look in his eye that the effect was appreciated.

We stared into each other’s eyes as I placed his hand on the back of my head and curled my fingers over his. I pulled his hand, gently, and felt a slight tug on my hair. “Don’t yank,” I said. “Just maintain that grip.” We never broke eye contact.

“Now pull a little bit harder. Just a bit more at a time.” I pulled a bit more, slowly increasing the force. I felt myself tingle all over. “It’s a very sensitive area, the scalp,” I said softly.

“I see,” Hunter murmured, still staring into my eyes. He pulled a little harder, and I gasped. But this time it wasn’t out of pain.

I sensed the heat building up between us all over again and let him take control. I loved the feeling of giving myself over this way.

He pulled a little harder, on his own. I gasped again, teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain as my head tipped back. I felt his mouth on my exposed throat and sighed deeply. I let go of his hand on my head and wrapped my arms around him.

“That feels so good,” I murmured, melting into the water as he kissed and nibbled the skin over my throat. His free hand trailed from my neck down my chest, and over my sensitive breasts. I gasped.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered between kisses on my shoulders. I felt the heat rise in me as his skillful fingers worked my nipples. He teased me with his mouth, roaming farther and farther down my chest but never quite replacing his fingers. I needed more. I whimpered.

I felt him chuckle against me, and he swiftly lifted me until I was kneeling rather than sitting on his lap. This gave him perfect access to plunder my tits, which he did with relish. I moaned long and loud, the sound bouncing off the walls of the room.