Chapter 18
Eighteen
June
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I ask as soon as Blade lowers me onto the bed later that night. He’s just finished giving me a bath. I’m warm and smooth, and I just want to snuggle under the covers.
But Blade has another idea. He wants to shave my pussy.
He lifts my legs and spreads a towel under my naked body. “Are you scared?”
“Yes. Very.” I’m trembling. “What if you slip and cut me?”
“I promise to be very careful. Spread your legs for me, Little one.”
He sets his supplies on the nightstand before lathering my pubic hair with shaving cream and reaching for the razor.
I hold my breath. Partly because I’m a bit freaked out, but also because I’m afraid to move a single millimeter. I also squeeze my eyes shut.
“So dramatic,” Blade teases. He holds my pelvis steady and begins.
The sound of the razor is like scratching on a chalkboard. I don’t think I like it, but I don’t dare say a word. The only thing worse than having my pussy shaved would be having half my pussy shaved. That would be so weird.
“You should probably breathe occasionally, honey.”
I shake my head slightly. Breathing is currently overrated. I just want him to get this done.
The scraping continues. Rinse, scrape, rinse, scrape. It hurts my ears. Surely, he’s almost done. It seems like he’s covered every inch between my legs and all the way back to my ass.
When I can’t take it anymore, I cover my ears with my hands. He hasn’t put my brace back on, so my right hand is still free. It feels odd having it exposed, and I know I need to be careful, but I really want the scraping to stop.
“Hey…”
I’m aware that Blade is leaning over me, and I blink my eyes open. “Are you done?”
He’s frowning. “Yes. You look like you’re about to vomit. Was it that scary?”
I shake my head.
“Talk to me, Little one.”
“I didn’t like the sound,” I whisper.
“The sound?”
“Yes. It was like scratching on a chalkboard.” I shudder.
He cups my face and strokes my cheeks. “I’m sorry, honey. That never occurred to me. Why didn’t you say something?”
“Because I thought it would look really strange if you only shaved part of it.”
He nuzzles my nose. “Silly, Little girl. There are other ways to remove hair than shaving it. We won’t do it like that again.”
I blow out a sigh of relief.
“I’ll buy a gel for next time. All it does is sit for a few minutes, and then I’ll wipe it away.”
I nod. “That sounds much better.”
“Do you want to see?”
I lift my head and peer between my legs. I can’t believe I’m naked in the bedroom of a man I’ve known for such a short time. It’s doubly unnerving that my pussy is now bare.
Blade strokes his fingers over the bald skin. “So soft. What do you think?”
I reach with my good hand to touch myself. “It feels strange.”
He lets me stroke my folds for a few moments before chuckling and removing my wrist. “Naughty girl.” He kisses my fingertips.
I giggle. “I wondered how long you were going to let me touch myself.”
He shakes his head. “As soon as you’re feeling better, I’m so going to spank your naughty bottom.”
I rise onto my elbows. “I can’t wrap my head around that. Why would anyone want their butt spanked?”
“You’ll see. Ask Simone. I bet she gets her bottom spanked regularly.” Blade grabs a bottle of baby lotion, pours some onto his palms, and starts rubbing it into my legs, making his way up. He does my good arm next and then gently works the lotion into my broken arm.
He meets my gaze. “I bet this will keep the itching down. Does it hurt?”
“No. It feels kind of good. I smell like a baby, though.”
“Part of being Little.” He winks at me before wiping his hands off and putting my brace back on. “Too tight?”
“No, but I hate that thing. I want it to be better so I can use my arm again.” I push out my bottom lip in a pout.
“The good part for me is that it gives me six weeks to pamper you to death. By the time the doctor releases you for normal activity, you’ll be so used to me taking care of you that you won’t even want to feed yourself or brush your own teeth.”
“I will be glad when I can wipe my own ass, though.” I narrow my gaze at him.
He drops his hands on either side of my head. “Little girls do not use naughty words like ass. When they do, they get their bottoms swatted.”
I giggle. I can’t help myself. I’ve laughed more in the last two days than in ten years, even though I’ve certainly had enough serious shit going on in my life that no one would expect me to so much as smile.
Between being attacked and beaten, having my arm broken, needing to move out of my apartment, dealing with the possibility that my ex is trying to track me down, and moving into a stranger’s home, it’s a wonder I can find anything remotely humorous.
But with all of that came good things I never guessed would happen to me. This amazing man has swooped in, taken over my life, and shown me more love in a few days than my ex-husband did in three years.
Perhaps love is a premature word, but I feel it bubbling up inside me. I hope it’s not an illusion because I’m falling so hard for Blade that it will seriously hurt if this goes south and we break up.
“Can I have my nightie now?” I ask.
He kisses my nose. “Nope. Potty, teeth, bed. Naked.”
“But, Daddy…” The word slides out of my mouth all by itself. It catches me by surprise. It catches Blade just as unaware. That’s the second time I’ve called him Daddy.
A slow smile spreads across his face. “The sweetest sound in the entire world.”
“What? Me whining?” My cheeks are hot.
He leans over and kisses all over my face.
At first, I giggle, but then his mouth moves lower to my neck and still lower to between my breasts. When he latches onto one of my nipples, I’m not laughing anymore. I’m moaning.
I grip his shoulder with my hand and hold on as I fly out of my body. How does he do this to me? Two days ago, I’d never experienced pleasure that came anywhere close to what this incredible man does to me. Now, it’s on my mind all the time. My body vibrates with the desire to be touched.
Blade releases my nipple with a pop and nibbles a path downward. He plants a chaste kiss on my pussy before lifting his gaze to mine as he wraps the fingers on my good hand in his.
Watching my expression, he brings my fingertips to his lips and then lowers my hand down between my legs. He guides me, stroking my folds with my own fingers.
His voice is husky as he says, “Feel yourself, June. Touch your smooth pussy.”
My breath hitches as I stare into his eyes. I’m not controlling this. He is. He drags my fingers through my folds, gathering my wetness before circling my clit. It’s so erotic.
I’m panting. Need builds inside me. I’m touching myself, except I’m not. He is. He’s controlling everything.
My eyes roll back when he presses my fingertips against my clit. I whimper. In less than a minute, I’ve gone from giggling to the edge of ecstasy. “Please, Daddy…”
He releases my hand. “Reach inside your pussy, Little one. Two fingers.”
I’m trembling as I obey him. I need this. Not just the orgasm that hovers just out of reach, but I need to follow his commands. I need to see the smoldering look in his eyes when I do as I’m told. I need to watch him lick his lips and draw in ragged breaths because he’s so affected by me.
He’s a drug. I’ll never get enough. I’m worried I’m growing addicted and I’ll start shaking if I don’t get my regular fix.
My mouth falls open, and I shock myself when I realize the deep, mewling sound filling my ears is coming from me. I push my fingers in as deeply as I can and instinctively curl them so they drag over the top of my channel.
“That’s my girl. Press your palm into your clit while you fuck your pretty pussy.”
I do as I’m told. Our connection is heady and intense. I feel it deepening by the second. Something is happening between us. There’s an energy that’s begging for release. Electricity hums in the air. Sparks. I’m going to come, and I’ll never be the same afterward.
“Such a good girl. Come for me, June. Make yourself come apart.”
I thrust in and out, deeper and deeper, grinding my palm against my swollen clit. Until I finally crash over the edge, gasping, nearly hyperventilating. I can’t catch my breath as my orgasm consumes me.
When my skin becomes too sensitive, I let my hand fall away from my pussy, lying limp and sated, breathing heavily. My ears are ringing.
And Daddy is kissing me again, all over my torso and down my inner thighs.
All I can do is smile and thank my lucky stars that I met him.