37. Daddy

"Come on, Daddy," I said, sitting in a bath already filled to the brim with bubbles and drizzling more into the tub by the second.

      

"You know that I don't take bubble baths, sweetheart," he said, leaning against the sink counter with his arms crossed over his chest and his dark, devilish eyes focused on me. He had on a blue button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up his tattooed forearms and gray suit pants that fit him a bit too perfect, especially around the crotch.

      

I placed the bottle of bubble bath soap down beside me and sank into the tub, pulling and pushing the bubbles away with my hands. "Please," I pleaded, gently biting down on my lower lip and giving him the eyes I knew he couldn't resist.

      

He drew his tongue across his top teeth, staring me down like a hungry predator, and tugged on his tie. "If you keep splashing around like that, I might think about it." His gaze dropped to my tits covered in bubbles.

      

Heat gathered in my core at the mere sight of that man. It was the first night he'd been home for who knew how long. It was always business, business, business with him being the boss, but I wanted him to join me for the night. Just one.

     

If he was at work right now, blood would cover his hands, be splattered on his face, and drip down his nice button-up shirt. Something about being with a man so feral, so ruthless ... it did something to me. Something it shouldn't.

      

"Come on," I said, sitting back and toying with my nipples just under the bubbles.

      

His gaze lingered, his tongue gliding against his bottom lip now. He was hungry.

      

"Play with me," I begged, letting one hand slip even lower to between my legs. "Let me show you what I do every night while you're gone, killing any man who even looks in my direction the wrong way."

      

A low growl came from his throat, and he pulled off his tie, then let it slide from his hands and onto the tiled floor. He undid the first button on his shirt, his graying brown hair glistening under the dim light.

      

"I should be at work."

      

"But you're going to fuck your little girl instead," I said, desperate for him to slide his huge dick inside me already. I shifted in the water, sitting on my knees with my breasts still covered in suds, and added more bubble bath into the tub. "I'll put more bubbles in for you too."

      

"No more of this," he said, grabbing the plastic container from my hand, turning his back toward me, and placing it on the sink counter. With his back still turned, he let his shirt slide off his shoulders, revealing his muscular and tattooed back. "You have enough bubbles in there for three baths."

      

"But, Daddy," I said, grinding my hips back and forth to feel some friction-any friction-on my clit. It had been aching so badly for hours now, and he had told me not to even think about touching myself. If I didn't, he said he'd stay home with me tonight.

      

Let's just say that I had been way too worked up throughout the day.

      

He turned back around and undid his belt, then placed his gun on the counter beside the bath. I sat up taller, reaching for his pants button and getting suds all over him as I undid it. I didn't care though. All I cared about was that he was mine tonight.

      

My gaze lingered on his cock, hard and hanging between his legs. He was built like a fucking bull, his dick long, thick, and veiny. I pressed my thighs together, remembering the feeling of this morning when his balls were slapping against my clit as he fucked me doggy-style.

After kicking off his pants, he stepped into the tub behind me and sat. Some water and suds sloshed over the edge. He pulled me back toward him, his hand coming around my throat and his mouth against my ear.

      

"You're the only woman I would ever do this for," he growled. "Do you understand me?"

      

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered.

      

"Say it," he said, voice tense.

      

"I'm the only woman that you would ever do this for."

      

"Good girl," he praised, grabbing my hair and tugging back on it. He placed his lips on the crook of my neck and sucked gently on the skin, sending shivers down my spine. "You were a good girl today too, weren't you?"

      

"Yes, Daddy."

      

"What didn't you do?"

      

"I didn't touch myself for the entire day. Not once."

      

He sank a hand between my legs and rubbed my clit. "I bet you wanted to, didn't you?"

      

I whimpered and lay back against him, his hard cock right against my ass. Then, I spread my legs as far as they would go in this bathtub to give him better access. "I wanted to so badly. I couldn't stop thinking about this morning."

      

"That's because you're my horny"-he rubbed me faster-"little"-faster-"whore."

      

My legs trembled slightly, and I whimpered again, my tits bouncing around the bubbles slightly. He looked over my shoulder down at them, pulled his hand away from my aching clit, and rested his hands underneath them, bouncing them up and down in the bubbles.

      

"Show me what you do every night in the bathtub while I'm working," he said. "I want to see just how desperate you can get, so while I'm at the club, making money for you, I know what I get to come home to. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?"

      

After whimpering again-because, God, I loved his filthy mouth and the way he touched me-I pushed my hand between my legs and around my folds. My clit was so sensitive that the moment I touched it, my body jerked into the air.

      

He kneaded my tits, every now and then tugging on my nipples, so I knew who I belonged to, so I knew that he was still here, ready to give me the best dick I ever had in my life. I rubbed my clit harder and faster in anticipation.

      

"Is that all you do, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice almost condescending. He took my hand away from my clit and placed both my hands on my breasts. "Let me show you how I'd touch you every night if I was home."

      

Instead of rubbing my clit, he shoved his fingers between my folds and into my pussy. I threw my head back, moaned, and tightened around him. All I wanted was for him to be inside me already. I could feel his dick twitching against my ass.

      

"You're going to do everything that I say, sweetheart," he said. "Understand?"

      

"Yes, Daddy."

      

"Good girl," he cooed into my ear, beginning to pound his fingers into me. The heel of his palm smacked against my clit each time. "Because you know that I would do anything for you, even kill a man who tried to flirt with you. You're mine, sweetheart. All mine."

      

The pressure rose in my core. I squeezed my eyes closed and nodded, trying so desperately to hold back an orgasm, but it was coming on strong. I could feel it as I waited for him to tell me to come. The last time I didn't wait, he punished me.

"Tug on your nipples," he said, sliding a third finger into me.

      

I took my nipples between my soapy fingers and pulled, another moan escaping my lips.

      

"Harder."

      

I pulled harder as he finger-fucked me, his mouth sucking on the column of my neck, no doubt leaving a large hickey for all his men to see tomorrow.

      

"Harder."

      

I pinched down harder on the sensitive buds and pulled, a wave of pleasure rushing through me and building me higher and higher. More heat gathered between my trembling legs, and I tightened on him.

      

"Don't come," he ordered.

      

But I was so close. So fucking close.

      

"Please," I begged, knowing that I would tip over the edge soon.

      

"No."

      

"Please, Daddy," I pleaded. "I'm begging you."

      

"No," he said, voice harder this time, the way I only heard it while he was working.

      

After snapping my mouth closed, I pulled my knees to my chest and tried hard to knock myself down from the high I was about to be in. All he had to do was flick his palm against my clit one last time, and I would-

      

He slammed his fingers into me, and I cried out, but somehow, someway, I held myself from the earth-shattering orgasm lingering deep within my core. He smirked against my neck and praised me for being a good girl and holding myself together.

      

Then, he pulled his fingers from me, turned me around in the water so I faced him, and made me straddle his waist. Once he positioned himself at my entrance, he grasped my hips and pulled me down onto him.

      

"Come."

      

One single word, and my body reacted. I grasped tightly on to his shoulders, my fingers digging into his back, my legs trembling, and my head thrown back. Cries escaped my lips. Waves of pleasure rolled through me.

      

I bounced on his cock, not caring that the water was sloshing over the edge of the tub. He leaned forward and kissed me hard, his fingers digging into my ass as he pushed me down on him over and over.

      

"You're mine," he growled again, grunting against me. "All mine."

      

"Yours, Daddy. I'm yours."

      

He slammed me down on him one last time and stilled, his body tensing, then relaxing, all within a couple moments. I continued to bounce on him until all his cum was buried deep inside me. Then, I slowed and pulled him out of me, sinking down into the tub in front of him.

      

"Thank you," I said, relief washing through my body, "for staying home with me tonight. I know that you have a lot of work to do, and I don't want to hold you back from anything, but"-I crawled up near him again and wrapped my arms around his shoulders-"this means a lot to me."

      

"Anything for you," he mumbled against my lips, arms resting on the sides of the tub. He grazed his finger across his gun, smirked, and repeated, "Anything for you."