“I know, princess. But it’s what’s best. Down you go. Don’t make Daddy spank you.”
He gently pulls my hands from the cool porcelain and guides my naked body into the water.
I whimper as the heat hits my beat-up pussy. A yelp escapes as the water comes up around my waist, and Rueger secures me down and against the back of the tub.
“Good girl.”
My belly flutters at those simple words.
The stinging subsides, and I start to relax, breathing deeply as Daddy pulls a chair next to the tub, then reaches toward the vanity where he’s set a copy of The Secret Garden, my very favorite book from when I was a little girl.
He opens it on his lap, lets it rest there as his hands reach forward to stroke my hair, then starts to read. The sight of such a mountain of a Viking sort of man, sitting next to a bathtub reading to me, has me pinching myself to make sure this is all real.
His smooth, masculine voice drifts around the room as he reads. Seducing me with each word while the oversized claw-foot tub cocoons me in the warm, bubbly water. My eyes become so heavy, but I don’t want to sleep, I just want to find a way to live inside this perfect moment forever.
Rueger’s deep voice fills my ears and my heart as he reads. I never imagined this, all this pampering, a man reading to me while I soak in a bath he drew for me. All this is mine, just for me, and to top it off, the gravity I feel between us is like a living being. It pulls at me, clutching at my gut, and draws my fingers out of the water to grab his knee, just to have that moment of contact. I wish I could put my head there and disappear forever into this sort of comfort and peace.
My eyelids feel so heavy.
I don’t know when I dozed off, but I must have done. Because the next thing I know, Daddy is pulling me up, out of the cooling water, his hands gently easing me into him, hugging me tight to his chest.
“Let’s get you dried and dressed, Babygirl. Daddy has to go take care of his business in New York, but I promise I will be back tomorrow by bedtime.”
I want to stomp my feet and throw a tantrum, but I also don’t want to seem petulant. In the rules, Daddy clearly states that I am to let him know whenever I am feeling anything that’s upsetting me, but right now, I just feel selfish.
He dries me off and then dresses me in a soft pair of ruffled panties. Then a skirt and lime green, button-up sweater with a cute little silver sloth pin on the left side over my breast.
When I am dressed, we go downstairs, and he sits me on the counter in the kitchen while he moves about and brings me a sippy cup full of water.
“Drink, Babygirl. You need to drink lots of water to replace the fluids your body has lost. Otherwise, you’ll be sick, and that would break my heart.”
For a moment, I hesitate. I mean, it’s weird, right? The purple glittery cup with the sealed top should offend me. Shouldn’t it?
But it doesn’t.
All it does is make my pussy wet. Especially the way Rueger is holding it to my lips, the way he looks at me with such devotion in his eyes. Without another moment of hesitation, I reach up to wrap my finger around it and tip it up, taking a long, deep suck and swallowing the cool liquid.
I know he has to go. I may not like it, but I understand. He explained that he has a big meeting back in New York, but it should be one of the last times he has to leave Portland. I believe him, I really do, but a small part of me is doubting his reasons. I mean, over the last two months, he’s always left again after he’s seen me. Been here, then gone. And I have to wonder if there is something back in New York that will always keep him there, away from me.
The brunette maybe, my subconscious whispers.
No, he wouldn’t cheat. Never.
But what if he did?
I shake the thought from my head, wanting to be everything he needs me to be right now. Trusting. His perfect princess, the one he needs so badly he will c
ome back quickly to see her.
“I hate that I have to go,” he says, meeting my eyes, reading the doubt there. “I didn’t expect this to happen right now. I have business I’m wrapping up, and it can’t wait. But I’ve left you a refrigerator full of food. There are clothes in the closet for you. I bought you this, too.”
He pulls out an iPhone from his back pocket and hands it to me.
“I want you to keep this with you all the time from now on. You remember rule number six, don’t you? Always take Daddy’s calls. And rule seven. Always answer Daddy’s texts. You know why I have to have those rules, don’t you?”
I nod, but I want to hear him say it.
“It’s because I worry about you all the time, Babygirl. Every minute of every day. You are always on my mind, and when I call, I need to hear your voice. When I text, I need to know you are okay. I’ll be the kindest Daddy you could ever have, but I also won’t hesitate to turn that little butt of yours bright red if you break the rules. You understand, right?”