“Kind of.”
“I pulled back because you said your safeword and I thought it was what you wanted. I won’t do that again, all right?”
“All right.”
“I think you’ve had enough for the night. You’re exhausted. Do you want a snack before bed?”
She nodded. “Just a small one, maybe.”
“I’ll grab you something. Want me to run you a bath or you just want a shower?”
“I thought you wanted your reward?” she whispered quietly.
“There will be plenty of time for that. Right now, you need sleep more than anything else. Now, shower or bath?”
“Shower please.”
“All right. Stand up and show me you’re steady enough to shower on your own.”
She stood, managing to get her legs to work.
“Good enough. You can eat your snack then take a short shower only. Don’t put the water on too hot and leave the door open so I can hear you if anything happens.”
“I’ve been showering on my own for a while now,” she told him dryly.
He stood and kissed her lightly. “Not anymore. From now on, Daddy will take care of you. In all ways.”
Gulp.
21
Marisol was nervous as she entered Linc’s bedroom. He’d insisted she take one of his T-shirts to put on after her shower.
She immediately noticed all of the bags he’d had earlier sitting on the bed. She could hear his shower still going. She wished she was brave enough to take a peek at him. She wondered if he was touching himself.
Holy shit.
Instead, she forced herself to go over to the bed. Grabbing a bag, she drew out some panties. She bit her lip. They were all lacy but soft. The tags had all been pulled off so she didn’t know how much he’d spent.
All lacy and in various shades of colors. There were even matching bras. Jeez, how had he gotten her size right? That was a skill right there. A few T-shirts, two pairs of yoga pants and a teal hoodie with the picture of a cat on the front.
It was seriously cute. And soft. She ran her fingers over it. Oh wow. She couldn’t wait to wear this. She found the empty drawer and put everything away.
She grabbed the other bag, pulling out a brand-new iPhone. Yikes. These things cost a bomb. And then her heart stopped, a little gasp leaving her as she pulled out an eReader. He’d bought her an eReader?
“Is it the right kind?”
His voice startled her and she glanced over to see him walking in, dressed in just a pair of black, cotton pajama pants. Damn, He was ripped. Gorgeous. He’d taken a shower and the ends of his hair were still a bit wet. She couldn’t help but drop her gaze to his crotch. Which was no longer thick and hard. Had he taken care of that in the shower?
Crap. Maybe she should have asked to watch.
Too late, she realized he was standing in front of her. And she’d just been caught staring at his crotch.
Whoops.
“Mari-girl? That the right kind? Bear said they didn’t have a lot of choice. We can take it back if it’s not.” He touched the eReader in her hand.
“It’s . . . it’s perfect. You shouldn’t—”