“Right, baby girl. Stand up so I can wash your pussy and bottom.”
“What?” she asked, gaping at him.
“Stand up and I’ll finish washing you.”
“I can do that.” She reached for the cloth.
“Nope. Daddy’s job.” He pulled the cloth away and raised his eyebrows at her.
Oh. Heck.
He stood and held out his hand and she took it, letting him help her stand up.
“Legs apart, baby girl. That’s it. We need to make sure you’re all nice and clean.” He wiped the cloth between her folds, pulling the lips of her pussy apart.
She looked up at the ceiling, holding onto his shoulders for balance.
“Now, turn around and bend over and grasp hold of the side of the tub.”
She let out a small whimper.
“Good girl, come on now. I don’t want you getting cold.”
She shuffled around and grabbed hold of the lip of the bath. Oh sugar. She couldn’t believe she was doing this.
“Widen those legs. That’s it. Good girl.” He washed each cheek. Then spread her cheeks and wiped the cloth between, rubbing it over her puckered entrance before he pushed it slightly into her bottom hole.
“Daddy!”
“Shh. Just making sure you’re all clean.” His voice was husky. With desire? Her body was heated, arousal coursing through her.
Was she brave enough to suggest taking things further tonight?
“You can stand back up, baby girl.” He held her steady then lifted her out of the bath and wrapped a towel around her. He dried her before wrapping her in a dry towel. He picked her up in his arms and carried her out to the living room.
She smiled. She loved the feeling of being picked up and held. It made her feel so small, so cared for. He set her down on the sofa before leaving and returning with her hairbrush. He put a cushion down on the floor.
“Let’s get this hair dry and get you into bed,” he said as she sat between his legs and he started brushing out her hair. She leaned her face against his leg as he patiently combed out the knots, gradually she relaxed, her mind drifting.
“Come on, baby girl. Sleep time.”
She let out a murmur of protest. She didn’t want to move. But she should have realized she didn’t have to. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He dressed her in her pajamas.
“Where’s Moody gone?” he asked her once she was in all tucked up in his bed. It was so much comfier than her bed.
“He’s in my bag.”
“Poor monkey, he won’t be able to breathe.”
He handed her stuffed monkey over and she held him tight, closing her eyes with a yawn. Duke sat next to her, rubbing her back with gentle strokes. “Good girl, off to sleep you go. That’s it. Just relax. Here, suck your thumb if you need to.” He took hold of her hand, raising her thumb to her mouth. She latched on and drifted off to sleep.
* * *
The knife glinted as it was raised into the air. It was coming towards her. The dark face glared at her.
He was going to hurt her.
She opened her mouth but no noise came out. She was going to die. The knife started to slowly descend. She tried to fight but she was frozen, locked in place.