Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
By the time Rooker parked in his driveway, Carri had found her second wind, which was surprising.
She’d expected that the combination of the long day of being social and the pain from her ankle would have her completely wiped out.
But instead she felt wired. It must have been the double-scoop cherry-vanilla sundae with extra chocolate sauce and whipped cream.
“Come on, babygirl, let’s get you inside and into bed,” Rooker said as he lifted her out and settling her in his arms bridal-style before bumping the door closed with his hip.
“I’m sorry,” Carri whispered as he started for the house. “This isn’t how I’d hoped today would end.”
Rooker stopped and looked down at her. His expression of hunger had her stomach clenching with need as she tried not to pout because they would not be having sex that evening. “How did you hope today would end?”
“It didn’t include an ice pack or an elastic bandage around my ankle,” she said sadly, blinking hard to keep her tears contained as he started walking again.
“Did it include me spreading your legs and licking your pussy until you screamed before I filled it with my cock and fucked you until you couldn’t stand up?”
“Daddy! You’re not ‘posed to swear if you don’t want me to. I’m an impressable Little girl.”
“Daddies are allowed to do things Little girls aren’t. Now answer the question,” Rooker said as he set her on the couch in the living room so her legs were stretched out across the seat. He then tucked a pillow under her wrapped foot.
Carri looked up at him, knowing her bottom lip was pushed out as she whispered, “Yes, Daddy, that was more like what I hoped would happen.”
Rooker leaned over and brushed a kiss on her lips. “We’ll just have to hold off on naked sexy time until your ankle feels a little better. In the meantime, how about some crackers and cheese before I clean you up and tuck you into bed?”
Carri shook her head, still full from the ice-cream sundae he’d bought her after they finished at the clinic. “No, thank you. I’m still full of ice cream.”
Rooker looked skeptical, but did not demand she eat anything else. “All right then, let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed.”
He carried her inside and up the stairs without hesitating or stopping to rest. Instead of turning toward the guest room, he went in the opposite direction. When he entered a room at the other end of the hallway, Carri looked around with interest.
It was obvious he had renovated. This room was twice the size of the one at her house.
He set her on the bed before switching on a light on one of the nightstands that flanked the queen-size bed.
The walls were a creamy golden-peach color, which went perfectly with the dark-wood bed, dresser, and nightstands.
The bed was covered in a velvety-feeling fleece blanket that she could not stop rubbing her fingertips over.
A pair of club chairs sat by the window with a small table holding another lamp between them.
It looked like the perfect place to curl up and crochet a critter, read a book, or talk over the day’s events as they relaxed before bed.
She tried not to think about how many other women had used those chairs, but it was difficult.
Instead, she turned her attention to Rooker, who was pulling clothes out of the tall dresser.
“Is this your room, Daddy?”
“Yes, little artist, it is. You’re sleeping in here tonight, so I can make sure you stay off your ankle.”
He disappeared down the hall, returning a few minutes later with the bag her extra clothes and toiletries had been in.
He did not stop but stepped into what she assumed was a bathroom.
Reappearing a moment later, he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom where he set her down on her good foot in front of the toilet.
“Go pee and then we’ll figure out how to get you cleaned up and ready for bed. Call me when you’re done.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
With that, he brushed a kiss on the top of her head and walked out.
She had just stood up and flushed the toilet when Rooker entered the bathroom again. Though tempted to squeal and demand he leave, her ankle was again beginning to throb and the muscles of her other leg were starting to complain about the extra work they were having to do to keep her upright.
“How about a bath, little artist?” he asked as he began undressing her.
It only took a moment of thought before Carri nodded. “That sounds like heaven.”
“Do you want Daddy to bathe you or do you think you can do it yourself?”
Though she wanted nothing more than for a bath to lead to sex, she also knew that Rooker would stick to his word and refuse to fuck her until her ankle was better.
Which sucked, but she understood. But that also meant she did not need him touching her because it would turn her on and she would be demanding he do something to ease the ache of need that had already soaked her panties.
“I can do it, Daddy. Why don’t you jump in the shower while I’m in the bath? That way we’re both clean and ready for bed.”
Rooker leaned in and brushed a kiss on the tip of her nose. “That’s a very good idea, babygirl. But I want you to promise you won’t try to stand up, or put any weight on that foot while I’m in the shower.”
That was an easy promise to make. Just moving her ankle around caused the pain to spike, she did not want to think about how much it would hurt to try to stand up on it. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t finger her pussy and get herself off while he was busy in the shower.
“I promise.”
“Also, no playing with Daddy’s pussy. Your orgasms belong to me now and I don’t want to have to spank you for being naughty in the bathtub.”
That order earned a heavy sigh before Carri agreed. “I promise.”
That reluctant promise earned her a kiss, this time on her lips. The kiss went from a simple brushing of lips on lips to a mating that had them both breathing hard by the time Rooker pulled away and turned to prepare her bath.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, babygirl?”
“Does that mean you can’t play with your cock in the shower?”
Rooker looked over his shoulder at her with a soft smile. “Yes, as difficult as that will be, it means I won’t be playing with my cock in the shower, either.”
“Okay. Good.”
As the water filled the tub, Rooker unwrapped her ankle and then helped her stand up on her good leg while he finished undressing her and helped her into the tub. He handed her a soft washcloth and a small bottle of liquid soap.
“I’ll only be a few minutes, and then I’ll wash your hair, if you’d like.”
“I washed it this morning, Daddy,” she said as she sank deeper into the water with a sigh. “Go take your shower, I’ll be fine.”
While he knew she was safe in the half-full bathtub, Rooker was also tempted to strip and climb in with her just to make sure she behaved.
But the tub really was not built for two, so he forced himself to turn to the glass-walled, walk-in shower beside it.
He turned on the water to heat before stripping off his own clothes.
A soft gasp from the tub had him checking on Carri. “You okay?”
“Uh-huh,” she answered, obviously distracted.
A glance told him she was intently focused on his cock, which was hard and bobbing out in front of him as he stepped into shower.
As he washed, he watched her through the glass and saw she was watching him instead of washing.
“Wash yourself, little artist. Or do you want Daddy to do it for you when I finish in here?”
In response, Carri jolted. “No, Daddy. I can do it myself.”
With that, he watched as she grabbed the washcloth and added soap. Even as she swiped it over her body, she continued to stare at his erection.
Which only made his cock harder and more demanding of release. Though he had made a promise, Rooker was tempted to turn his back on his Little girl and stroke himself. It would only take a few minutes, if that, to get off.
But he’d made a promise, and was determined to prove to Carri that he was a man of his word.
“Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“Does it hurt?”
“Does what hurt?”
“Being hard like that? Does it hurt?”
Instead of answering, Rooker rinsed off and turned off the water. Stepping out, he quickly dried off and then pulled on his pajama pants. After combing his hair, he knelt beside the tub.
“It’s doesn’t hurt, exactly, it’s just a little uncomfortable,” he said as he picked up the cup on the side of the tub and began rinsing suds off Carri’s body. “Are you ready to get out and go to bed?”
Carri nodded, though from her expression, he had a feeling she had something else in mind instead of sleep.
“What are you thinking?” Rooker asked as he lifted her from the tub.
He set her on the counter and began drying her off, wanting to get her dry and dressed before she could get chilled.
When she did not answer right away, he stepped back and studied her. Her eyes were still focused on his cock, even though it was hidden from view. He was not prepared when she lifted her gaze to his and softly asked, “Can I suck your cock?”