Chapter 13: Cleanliness and all that

Malcom could have spent all day there, in the bathroom, toying with her, learning every inch of her, what made her throw her head back in ecstasy. What each little sound she made meant. Each hitch of her breath. But there was more they had to do besides play in the bathroom. They had to plan a mating ceremony; he had to explain to her what a mating ceremony was. They had to fly back to Scotland, to his main property and the clan center.

And there was so much more he wanted to explore with her, to learn, even if they had the rest of their lives to discover each other. Most of what he wanted to learn about her involved something more practical and roomy than a bathtub. It would be far easier to discover every inch of her on a flat surface like a bed.

Deciding that she had had enough, he chastely moved to wash her legs and feet, dragging the washcloth over her smooth skin in a way that was both clinical and sensual. He knew based on her moans that she needed, wanted, him to drop the washcloth and use his hands, to touch her most intimate parts. But delayed gratification would make it all the better for her, so he took his sweet time, methodically moving over every single inch of her sweet skin.

Only when she was practically crying with need did he move to the heaven between her thighs.

He made sure to run the washcloth lightly over her mound, teasing her with a whisper of a touch. His lips turned up in a smirk as she thrashed in the tub, trying to seek the pressure she needed to find her release.

“Poor little mouse,” he teased, still using barely there touches to work her into a frenzy, “Do ye need something from me?”

“Oh yes.” Her breath hitched as she scissored her legs, trying to find the pressure she needed.

“Ah, ah, naughty mouse, trying to do what only Daddy can give.” He gave her a small slap on her lower lips causing her to gasp and writhe with need. “If ye ask nicely, I can give ye what ye need.”

“Please, Malcom, please!” She was full on crying now, not the sad tears from earlier, but of desperate need, her hips wriggling as she chased his hand.

He stopped his touch and slapped her pussy, this time harder, causing the water to slosh over the sides of the tub.

“What do you call me, little girl?” He shot her a stern glare.

For a moment, she stared at him, wide eyes with blown pupils blinking for a bit in confusion before understanding dawned in her “Daddy?”

“That’s right, lass. When I’m taking care of ye, ye call me daddy. Do ye understand?” His voice was firm, but not harsh. Based on her reactions earlier, he guessed her sexual experience was limited. However, he also knew he needed to be strict and set the boundaries now, or it would be harder on both of them later. Once their relationship was established could he relax a little; until then, he needed to make the boundaries clear for both of them.

“Yes daddy.” She blinked up at him, her damp hair clinging to her cheeks, nipples fully erect, and poking out of the cooling bath.

“That’s my good girl.” He crooned, leaning in to kiss her deeply, taking a moment to explore her soft mouth. When they parted, both were panting. Her lips were bruised and swollen from his kiss; she looked throughly ravished. It took all his will power to avoid jumping in the tub, clothes and all, and taking her right then and there. His cock pressed painfully against the zipper of his pants, a constant reminder of his own needs.

But his pleasure would have to wait for a bit. She was young and small compared to him; he needed to make sure she was more than ready for him and his alpha knot.

Besides, this was about her, her pleasure, her needs, her care. There wold be time enough for him to seek his release as well. First, though, he needed to explore her most sensitive parts.

His fingers went to work then, parting her folds and sweeping over her swollen nub. She came almost at once, screaming his name so loudly he was certain anyone within a hundred miles could hear her. Both he and his wolf bristled with pride at how everyone would know she was his, and what he was doing with her. He slowly pushed one finger inside her, triggering another orgasm as he pumped in an out of her tight little channel while his thumb still rubbed her clit. God she felt so good, her pussy squeezing his finger with each pulse from her orgasm. He kept rubbing and thrusting as her body fell apart around him, dragging one more sweet cry from her as another wave of pleasure rushed through her.

She thrashed in the tub, spilling cooling water everywhere as he worked her tender, swollen flesh. Each squeeze of her walls, each jerk as she spasmed through her orgasms felt like heaven. He wondered just how much her little body could take, but he held back on pushing her too far. She needed release, but she also needed rest. It was his job as her alpha and her mate to make sure she got both.

Finally, her tremors lessened, the aftershocks sweeping through her as she laid her head back on the edge of the tub, panting slightly.

“Did that take care of your need, my little mouse?” He moved to start washing her hair, gently cupping water in his hands to pour over her head, making sure to brush her hair away from her face so no soap got into her eyes.

For a moment she was so quiet, he almost feared she had fallen asleep.

“Yes, daddy.” She sighed and then offered him a beautiful, sleepy smile, “thank you.”

God, she was perfect.