LET ME BE YOUR DADDY FOR TONIGHT 2

Chapter 2

Lily's POV

My eyes went wide as saucers when he said that, the word strip hanging in the air like a dare I wasn't sure I could handle, my cheeks burning hot while my soaked clothes clung to every curve of my body.

The cold water made my skin prickle and my nipples poke through the thin fabric of my bra without any mercy.

I stood there frozen in the middle of his private room, the plush carpet soft under my feet but doing nothing to ground me as my mind raced with a mix of shock and this embarrassing rush of heat low in my belly, imagining his eyes on me bare and exposed, his hands maybe helping or worse, demanding more.

Oh god, did he really just tell me to get naked right here?

The thought made my thighs squeeze together instinctively, trying to hide the way my body was already betraying me with a slick warmth building between my legs despite the chill.

He noticed my reaction right away, that deep chuckle rumbling from his chest again as he stepped closer, his presence filling the space between us, tall and solid in a way that made me feel small and exposed even fully dressed.

"I've seen more than that girl," he said, his voice low and teasing, the words wrapping around me like a challenge, making my breath hitch because damn, the way he called me that sent a forbidden thrill straight to my core, like he knew exactly how to push buttons I didn't even know I had.

I opened my mouth to protest, something sharp about how I wasn't some kid he could boss around, but the words stuck in my throat as he turned slightly away, giving me a sliver of privacy while still facing enough that I could see the amusement in his profile, his broad back to me now partially blocking the door.

His hands reached out gently but firmly, fingers brushing my shoulders as he helped peel the wet jacket off me, the fabric dragging heavily against my skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake, cool air hitting the damp shirt underneath that stuck to my breasts like a second skin.

I crossed my arms over my chest nervously, covering myself as best I could while he worked, my heart hammering so loud I swore he could hear it.

My fingers were trembling a little as I held the soaked material in place, feeling ridiculously vulnerable but also weirdly excited by his touch, light and careful yet commanding.

What the fuck am I doing with a stranger?

"There you go, that's better," he murmured, his voice soft but with that edge that made my stomach flip, tossing the jacket aside onto a chair before his fingers moved to the hem of my shirt, tugging it up slowly, waiting for me to lift my arms even as I hesitated, my mind screaming to stop this but my body arching just a bit to help.

The shirt came off with a wet slap against the floor, leaving me in my bra and jeans, the lace cups translucent now from the water, my breasts heaving with each quick breath as I kept my arms clamped tight over them, nipples hard and aching against my palms.

He didn't even stare, keeping his eyes averted like a gentleman, but I felt his gaze like a physical thing, heavy and knowing, making me squirm where I stood, the room's warmth doing nothing to ease the flush spreading down my neck to my chest.

Before I could catch my breath or think about the jeans next, he took my hand in his, his palm were rough and warm against my chilled fingers, pulling me gently towards a door on the far side of the room that I hadn't noticed before, leading into what turned out to be an attached bathroom that screamed luxury.

All marble counters and gleaming fixtures, a massive walk-in shower taking up one wall with glass doors that fogged slightly from the ambient heat.

The air in here was warmer, steam already hinting at what was coming as he flicked on the light, the soft glow illuminating the space without being harsh, and I followed him in a daze, my bare feet padding on the cool tile, still clutching at my chest like it could shield me from whatever this was turning into.

He let go of my hand only to grab the hem of his own shirt, peeling it off in one smooth motion that revealed his ripped mature body underneath.

His broad chest dusted with dark hair that trailed down to a set of abs carved from years of whatever kept a man like him looking that damn good, muscles shifting under tanned skin as he tossed the shirt aside, leaving him in just his pants that hung low on his hips, the V of his pelvis drawing my eyes down despite myself.

Fuck, he's built like he could break me in half and I'd thank him for it, the thought hit me hard, my mouth going dry as I stared, heat flooding my face again while a fresh wave of wetness soaked my panties, making me shift my weight to hide it.

He turned on the shower then, twisting the knob with a strong hand, hot water cascading down immediately, filling the air with steam that curled around us like an invitation, the sound rhythmic and soothing against my nerves.

I shook my head quickly, stepping back a fraction as reality crashed in, my voice coming out higher than usual, laced with protest.

"Wait… I can do this myself. I'm twenty-one, you know, I’m not some helpless kid who needs help in the shower."

His chuckle came deep this time, vibrating through the steamy air as he straightened up, turning to face me fully now, his eyes locking onto mine with that intense look that made my knees weak, water already pattering on the tile floor behind him.

Why does he like chuckling? But to be honest, that was so hot of him.

“Just for tonight, let Daddy take care of you like the little girl you are," he said, the words rolling off his tongue slowly.

The word “ Daddy” hit me like a spark to dry tinder, making my whole body flush crimson from my cheeks down to my toes, my pussy throbbing hard and insistent at the raw dominance in his tone, a pulse of need clenching deep inside me that had me biting my lip to keep from moaning right there.

Oh shit, why does that sound so fucking hot coming from him?

I had read several books like this, with those daddy stuff, and to be honest, I felt hot.

My mind reeled, embarrassment mixing with lust as I stood there half-naked, my arms still crossed over my bra, but he didn't wait for more argument, stepping into the shower fully clothed from the waist down, the water soaking his pants immediately and turning them dark and clinging to his thick thighs and the bulge I tried not to notice.

He reached out, taking my hand again and pulling me under the spray with him, the hot water hitting my skin like a shock of pleasure, steaming away the chill from the puddle and making my wet bra even more uncomfortable as it poured over my head and down my body, rivulets tracing paths over my arms and between my fingers where I still covered my breasts.

I gasped at the heat, my free hand dropping instinctively to shield myself better, but he was already there, his hands on my shoulders, turning me gently so my back faced him, the water pounding down on us both as he grabbed a bottle of body wash from a shelf, squirting some into his palm with a squelch that echoed in the enclosure.

His touch started slow slowly on my back, his large hands spreading the suds over my skin, fingers kneading into the tense muscles along my spine, working down to the small of my back and making me arch just a little, a soft sigh escaping my lips because it felt too good, too intimate, his thumbs pressing in circles that sent tingles straight to my clit.

I was wet already, not just from the shower but from the way his hands moved, strong and sure, owning every inch he touched, my pussy clenching emptily as arousal built, slick and hot mixing with the water running down my legs.

He kept going, his palms sliding lower, soaping my hips and the tops of my thighs, careful not to push too far yet, but the proximity of his body behind me, the heat of him cutting through the steam, had me leaning back slightly, craving more even as my mind whirled with how wrong and right this felt all at once.

Then his arm moved around to my belly, his hand flat and warm against the soft skin there, fingers splaying wide as he washed in slow strokes, the soap bubbling under his touch, then back to the back of my bra.

I clenched my toes hard against the slick tile floor, a sharp jolt of pleasure shooting through me at the contact so close to where I ached most, my breath coming in shallow pants now, body trembling under his care as the tension coiled tighter inside me.

“I’m going to take off your bra now, you can’t bath with your clothes on” he whispered to the back of my ear, and I shivered from how his breath was hot, leaning into him completely,

What is this man turning me into?