Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“Cupcakes are important, you know,” she informed him.
“That’s what I’ve heard. How about we go get some more Reindeer Tracks tomorrow?” He lifted one of her legs to run the loofah along the arch of her foot.
Her head tipped back, and her eyes slid closed. “That feels so good. And also, unfortunately, I have to work tomorrow. I’m off on Sundays.”
“Ah. Good to know. I bet if I take a break from my job some day and pick up some cupcakes to bring over, you’ll take a break to share one with me.”
She gasped, dropping her head to level a glare at him. “Blasphemy. Share one?” She shook her head. “Never. No. Not cupcakes. Get your own.”
He laughed at his delightful and often surprising Little girl before running the loofah up between her legs and over her mound.
That changed her tune in less than a second. She pursed her lips, eyes rolling back, and moaned. The same two toys were still in her death grip, though he was quite sure she didn’t know it.
Dropping the loofah, Anton nudged her thighs apart and dragged his fingers through her folds before honing in on her clit and circling the swollen nub.
Gemma trembled as she dropped the toys and grabbed the sides of the tub. “Daddy…”
“How do you feel about an evening bath time?” he asked as he eased a finger into her tight channel.
She arched and moaned. “I just remembered I always take baths before bed.”
He smiled, loving her ability to think sharply even while he tormented her. “I thought that might be the case.”
“I take them in the morning too,” she added. “And sometimes after lunch when I feel dirty.”
He chuckled. Fuck me. She’s so damn perfect. “It’s always good to be clean.” He suddenly removed his hand and lifted the stopper from the tub to let the water out.
Gemma’s eyes were wide, her mouth hanging open as she watched him gather her toys and put them back in the bucket. She looked like she might cry. She also squeezed her legs together.
“Ready to get out?” he asked, reaching for her hand.
Her face was red, and she pursed her lips as she rose on shaking legs and let him help her out of the tub. She was clearly stunned.
He wrapped a towel around her and pulled her close before tipping her chin back and kissing her lips gently. “I’d like to see and taste that pretty pussy now, Little Bee. How about you go lie on your bed, legs spread open, hands above your head.”
She blew out an audible sigh of relief. “Yes, Sir.”
He grabbed the towel and hung it up on the rack as she hurried from the room. Moments later he joined her, loving the way she’d obeyed his commands. She was so sexy spread open for him, and he wasted no time gripping her thighs to hold them open. “Did you think I’d leave you hanging, Little Bee?”
She nodded. “I was worried.”
He leaned closer and kissed both nipples reverently, enjoying her whimpers of approval. After nibbling a path down to her soft belly and lower, he finally wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked.
Gemma cried out, a piercing squeal that made his chest pump out.
Part of him wanted to drag out her orgasm and make her writhe, but he figured he’d done that enough tonight, so he flicked his tongue over her clit several times and then sucked hard and flattened his tongue against the sensitive nub.
Gemma groaned loudly as tremors racked her body. She was the sexiest creature alive when she came.
As he lifted his face, he found the biggest sated smile on hers. She licked her lips and sighed. “I take four baths a day actually.”
Chapter Five
Gemma felt like putty as she let Anton help her into a nightie and lead her back to the bathroom. She was still stunned and kind of giddy as he put toothpaste on her toothbrush and then brushed her teeth for her as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Rinse, Little Bee,” he encouraged when he was done. He even held the cup to her lips so she could swish water around in her mouth and spit.
“Go potty and meet Daddy back in your bedroom,” he ordered.
So bossy. She didn’t waste any time though. She hurried to pee and wash her hands, thinking after everything else he’d taken care of so far this evening, she should be grateful he hadn’t insisted on squatting next to her, holding her hand while she peed, and wiping her.
When she returned to her bedroom, he was holding the covers back. “Climb in, Little Bee.”
As soon as she slid between the sheets, he tucked Buzzy under her arm and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Are you always this intense?” she asked.