Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
She followed his directions before asking, “But not at other times?”
“Not tomorrow.” He tapped on her other foot, and she shifted her weight so he could remove her leggings completely. “Good girl.”
“Can I have bubbles?” she whispered.
“Of course. Let me check the water’s temperature.” Scythe caressed the length of her arm she had rigidly next to her side to keep from covering her nakedness.
“You are lovely, Winnifred Abigail Bradley. I am a very lucky Daddy.” Scythe reached down to adjust himself in his jeans, drawing Winnie’s attention to how her shape affected him.
Suddenly, her nakedness registered more as a temptation for her Daddy than exposure for her. Winnie straightened and drew her shoulders back. Scythe groaned. Maybe naked as a blue jay day would be fun.
“Temptress,” Scythe growled. “Let’s get you in the water before I bend you over the tub and fuck you.”
“Sorry, Daddy,” she said, giggling, and realized she wasn’t apologetic in the least.
“Bubbles. Let’s get those started,” Scythe said, visibly forcing himself to turn and check the temperature before pouring bubble-gum-scented bubble bath into the cascading water.
She allowed him to help her into the tub as white foaminess spread. Immediately, she sculpted a series of peaks across the surface in front of her. Winnie darted a glance at Scythe to judge the distance between them before smacking her palm down on top of one foam mountain. A plume of water arced through the air, drenching the front of his T-shirt. The surprised look on his face made her laugh and do it again before he could react.
He caught her hand before she could do it for a third time. “Chipmunk. The water needs to stay inside the tub.”
“It was a total accident,” she swore, trying to appear innocent.
“Right. That might have worked for the first splash but definitely not for the second and third. I’m going to have to wear a raincoat to bathe you,” he muttered, reaching over his shoulders with one hand to grab a handful of his T-shirt and yank it over his head. He threw it into the sink, where it landed with a wet-sounding splat.
She struggled to control her giggles, and a snort escaped from her nostrils. That made her laugh harder. When Scythe shook a warning finger at her, she pressed her lips together, struggling to stop, and snorted another time.
“Do I have a chipmunk in the bathtub or a hedgehog?”
“Hedgehogs snort?” she asked, instantly intrigued. They were so cute.
“I believe so. We’ll do some research when we finish your bath,” he promised.
“That’s a good idea. I need to check my phone to see if I have any messages.”
“We’ll worry about those in a few minutes. First, bath. Close your eyes, Chipmunk, and I’ll wash the wing sauce off your face,” he instructed, picking up a fluffy blue washcloth. He finished without getting soap in her eyes or mouth.
“You’re good at that, Daddy,” she complimented.
“Thank you, Winnie. I have some toys for you to play with if you promise not to be a splash monster.”
“I promise!”
“That’s my good girl.” He leaned to the side to open a cabinet and pulled out a package. Zipping open the sealed top, he emptied the plastic toys into the tub. Some floated, and others sank from view.
Exploring all the fun shapes, Winnie was too busy to notice as Scythe cleaned her back and shoulders. He coaxed one arm away and washed it before repeating the process on the other side. Winnie’s attention ricocheted to him when Scythe swept the washcloth across her collarbones.
“I could help you, Daddy,” she suggested, grabbing the wet material.
“Daddy’s job, Little girl. Your job is to play.”
Focusing on the toys was so challenging as he carefully smoothed the washcloth over her chest. Did she imagine that he gave special attention to the sensitive under slope of each breast? When he moved on to her stomach, she tightened her muscles as much as possible to make her tummy flatter.
“Relax, Chipmunk. You’re supposed to have curves. Daddy has them too.”
“But yours are grooves chiseled between massive muscles,” she pointed out.
“You flatter me, Little girl. I’m glad you like my body. Yours is special as well. Spread your legs, Winnie.”
She followed his directions without thinking and froze when he whisked the wet cloth over the tops of her thighs and each side. Her breath caught in her mouth as he attended to her inner thigh area and stroked the cloth through her pink folds. Could he tell how turned on she was by him?
Don’t squirm. Don’t squirm.
“It’s okay, Chipmunk, to enjoy your Daddy’s touch.”
She nodded, unable to talk, and then exhaled a shaky breath when he shifted to wash her legs. The brief massage of her feet and toes made her long for more. After standing for so many hours on a tile-covered, concrete floor as she moved around the room to work with children, Winnie’s arches usually ached by the end of the day. She dared to tell him.