Chapter 14 #2
“That’s it,” he murmured, working a second finger inside my sensitive bottom while his other hand moved to rub my clit. “Come for Daddy again, Little Lulu. Show me how much you love having your bottom played with.”
The dual stimulation was too much. My orgasm crashed over me with shocking intensity, my inner muscles clenching rhythmically around his fingers as I sobbed with pleasure and shame. My legs trembled so violently I would have collapsed if not for his strong arm around my waist holding me up.
“Good girl,” Jax praised as the aftershocks rippled through me. “Now it’s time to clean Daddy properly.”
He guided me down to my knees on the shower floor, the water still cascading over us both. My legs felt like jelly, my mind foggy from the intensity of the orgasm he’d just forced from me.
“Take this,” he instructed, handing me a fresh washcloth. “Clean Daddy’s cock. Make sure you get everything.”
With trembling hands, I took the cloth and began to gently wash his semi-hard member. It twitched under my ministrations, growing firmer as I carefully cleaned away the evidence of where it had been. The knowledge of what I was washing away made my face burn with humiliation.
“That’s enough,” Jax said after a minute, taking the cloth from my hands. “Now use your mouth. Show Daddy how grateful you are for all the pleasure he gave you.”
I hesitated only briefly before leaning forward to take him into my mouth. His hand tangled in my wet hair, guiding me as I began to suck. The taste of soap and something musky filled my senses as I worked my tongue around his hardening shaft.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his grip tightening in my hair. “Take it deeper, baby girl. Show Daddy what a good cocksucker you’re becoming.”
I did my best to soften my mouth as he began to thrust gently into it. His breathing grew ragged, his movements more urgent as I used every trick I could think of to please him.
“Look at me,” he commanded. “I want to see those pretty eyes while you suck Daddy’s penis.”
I raised my gaze to meet his, the water streaming down my face as I continued to work him with my mouth. Something dark and possessive flashed in his eyes at the sight, his hips jerking forward more forcefully.
“I’m going to come,” he warned, his voice strained. “And you’re going to swallow every drop like a good little girl.”
Moments later, he tensed, his cock pulsing as hot spurts of semen filled my mouth. I swallowed desperately, my daddy’s seed burning my throat a little, but at the same time making me perversely proud to have become such a big, bad girl.
Jax turned off the shower, the sudden silence broken only by our heavy breathing and water dripping from our bodies. His fingers traced my cheek, an oddly tender gesture after everything he’d just done to me.
“Stand up, Little Lulu,” he said, his voice gentler than before.
I rose on shaky legs, my body still tingling from the multiple orgasms he’d forced from me.
Jax reached for a large, fluffy towel and began drying me with the same paternal care he’d used that morning after the bath, starting with my hair and working his way down.
The soft fabric felt soothing against my abused skin, especially when he reached my welted bottom, where he was surprisingly gentle.
“Arms up,” he instructed, and I obeyed automatically, letting him dry beneath them, then down my sides and between my legs. The intimacy of being dried like a child made my cheeks burn, yet I couldn’t deny the strange comfort it provided.
When he finished, he handed me another towel. “Now dry Daddy,” he said, his eyes watching me with a predatory intensity that sent a shiver through my limbs.
I took the towel with trembling hands and began patting his broad shoulders dry, then his muscular chest. I worked my way down his torso, kneeling to dry his legs. When I reached his cock, I hesitated, looking up at him uncertainly.
“Everything, Little Lulu,” he said, his lips curving into a predatory smile.
My face burning, I gently patted his semi-hard member dry, then moved to his thighs and calves. When I finished, I remained on my knees, unsure what to do next.
Jax glanced at his watch, then tapped the screen twice. “Rudy,” he said into it, “come to the master bathroom.”
I heard footsteps approaching moments later, and Rudy appeared in the doorway. His professional demeanor never wavered as he took in the sight of me kneeling naked at Jax’s feet.
“Yes, sir?” he asked, his eyes fixed somewhere above my head.
“Take Little Lulu back to her room,” Jax instructed, reaching for my collar on the shelf. He fastened it around my neck, his fingers lingering at the buckle. “But first, there’s something she needs to understand about tomorrow.”
I looked up at him, confusion and trepidation making my heart race.
“Starting tomorrow, Little Lulu,” Jax said, his voice taking on that businesslike tone again, “you’ll be serving other daddies besides me. It’s an important part of your training.”
My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, forgetting myself completely.
Jax’s hand tangled in my hair, forcing my face up to look at him. “You heard me. You need to learn to please different men, to accept that your body isn’t just for my pleasure anymore.”
“But…” My heart had started to beat wildly. To my shock, Jax looked down at his watch—not as if checking the time or even reading a text, but as if something on the little screen had something important to tell him about… about me.
Jax’s eyes flicked back to me. The smile on his lips widened a little. Somehow, I understood, the watch had told him the way my pussy had clenched at the idea of being shared with other daddies.
“Daddy Rudy,” he said, turning to the bodyguard, “would you please take Little Lulu back to her room?”