Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Lincoln
I couldn’t decide which I’d liked best. The vision of a very grown-up Livvy in her birthday suit as I helped her into the tub or the sight of her Little side emerging more and more as she scooped yet another handful of bubbles to add to the pile on the top of my head.
“Daddy, be still! You’re starting to topple!”
“Like London Bridge?” I teased only to be rewarded with the view of her nose crinkling as she cocked her head, first one way and then the other before straightening to shake her head.
“Nope, more like the tower in Pisa.”
I chuckled. Yep, why even try to pick one when this woman had so many facets to her that I’d probably still be discovering new ones when I grew old and gray.
But when she went up on her knees in order to mold the bubbles of the extremely tall hairdo on top of my head, the vision of bubbles slipping over the mounds of her breasts had me forgetting all about the contest. And when a droplet of water clung to the very tip of her nipple, I completely forgot her command to remain still.
“Daddy!”
I ignored the cry of outrage as I bent forward and not only trapped that water drop but captured her entire nipple in between my lips.
“Ohhhhh, Daddy…”
I wasn’t the only one who believed that tone was far better than the first. My cock stiffened instantly as I slid an arm around her and pulled her closer in order to treat her other nipple to the same kiss.
As I sucked the turgid tip into my mouth, she moaned and her fingers slid into my hair to clutch wet strands.
“Just so you know, I won by default.”
Her statement was accompanied by a moan as she arched her back when I added a nip to the game before soothing over it with my tongue. She could declare whatever she desired. I knew the truth.
I was the real winner here.
When one of her hands disappeared beneath the bubbles and wrapped around my cock, I swore.
Which I immediately regretted as her hand flew up so fast water splashed into our faces. “I’m sorry!”
Great move, dumbass!
I knew there was probably a rule somewhere that I was supposed to apologize for skipping about a hundred steps. Or one that suggested I go slower than molasses but I had never been one to follow another’s playbook.
“Put that hand back where it was.” I didn’t bother to release her nipple when I gave the order.
Turned out my Little girl was pretty good at deciphering garbled language as well. Her eyes were locked on mine as I looked up, but her hand slid into the water without so much as a ripple and was soon wrapped around my dick again.
“Good girl,” I praised, rewarding her obedience with a final flick of my tongue across the peak of her breast before lifting my head until I could feel each puff of her breath across my lips.
“That curse was because you make me feel so damn good I forget my manners. You will never have to apologize for touching me, Livvy. Understand?”
Her head nodded less than an inch but a single centimeter was too much for me as I desperately needed to capture the tip of her tongue as it appeared to lick along her lip.
A hand at her neck stilled her and I covered her mouth with mine, swallowing the moan she gave as my free hand dove beneath the water to join hers.
Not on my cock, but in play. As she continued to stroke along my shaft, my fingers found her core and I smiled against her mouth when I discovered her far slippery than a bath, even one filled with a stupid amount of bubbles, could cause.
“I believe I’ve found myself a pearl,” I declared after pulling away to allow her to breathe.
“I know I’ve found myself a trident,” she quipped, proving yet again she had a sense of play that I’d missed far more than I’d even realized.
Pressing my forehead to hers, I asked, “Are you calling me a sea god, pixie?”
She smiled and I watched her pupils start to dilate as I began to roll that treasure between my thumb and finger.
“I can’t know if you’re a god or just a braggart until you prove you know what to do with this,” she whispered, her hand tightening around my shaft, dragging her fingers from root to tip.
Challenge accepted, but there was at least one rule that even a rogue like me would never break.
“If we do this, it’s not just because we’re both horny. It’s not just for now, not even for tonight or tomorrow. Once I have you beneath me, it will be for a lifetime. If that’s not what you want, then tell me now. I promise I won’t leave you hanging, but this won’t go further than this tub.”
Her lips curled but she remained silent as she studied my face until I felt as if I was going to explode.
“Livvy?”
“Hmmm?”
“So? I mean, what are you thinking?”
Seriously, dude? So much for big tough Daddy Dom. You sound like some untried teenager begging to touch the girl.
“Shut the fuck up,” I demanded. Thankfully, this time I had the smarts not to say that out loud. I didn’t want to miss a single word Livvy uttered.
“Did I shock you? Am I going too fast? Talk to me,” I prompted when she remained quiet.
“Not at all. I think you’re going at the exact right pace,” she said which had me preening until I realized that still hadn’t really addressed the issue.
“And?”
“And I’m remembering how much you like to barter too.”
It took me a moment but then it clicked and I grinned.
“Let’s say I’m interested in making this deal.
What exactly are you thinking to barter?
Seems to me, I’ve pretty much captured the treasure.
” As if to provide evidence, I slowly dragged my fingernail over the slick bundle of nerves I currently held captive.
Her sharp inhalation and arching of hips into my hand was proof I was in the better bartering position by far.
Until I remembered those spankings she had coming.
The little minx might think she had the perfect bartering chip, but she’d learn she’d met her match.
I grinned and dropped my other hand around her and slid it beneath her to grab a handful of ass cheek.
That did cause a bit of a tidal wave as she attempted to surge up only to find my other hand wasn’t about to release its prize.
“I’m quite sure you aren’t even considering attempting to barter away those spankings you’ve earned, right?” I prompted again.
Her eyes widened and her lips narrowed in the typical way a Little looked when caught red-handed.
“I was saying you talk too much, Daddy.” She changed positions to press her breasts against my chest. “Oh, and yes, I understood that other thing from the first moment I saw you this morning.”
My heart enlarged at least half its size again but I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Pixie, I seem to recall the first time you saw me today, you practically split my eardrums with that scream.”
I’d not thought she could be even more beautiful, but when her cheeks flushed, I learned I’d thought wrong. She was absolutely stunning.
“Fine, if you feel the need to discuss each and every step and put them in their proper order then—”
“Oh, hell no. We’d be here all night. How about we agree that our beginning is right now?”
Her face broke out into the hugest grin. “See, Daddy! That’s how you barter. I’ll agree to that and you agree to forget about all those silly counts. Deal?”
“Good try, babygirl, but your Daddy doesn’t barter over the really important things, so—”
“Who finds spankings qualify as important?” she interrupted.
“I do and since I’m your Daddy, you do as well. So, we aren’t getting out of this tub until you tell me clearly that you want me, want this, as much as I do, and that means forever.”
“I want you and this more than I want my next breath. I never want to waste another single second of a single day being without you until I die.”
“Which will be at least a hundred years from now.”
“I promise to do my best,” she said with a smile.
“And you agree that spankings are important.”
Her eyes did three quarters of a roll but she caught herself and threw up her hands, adding some bubbles to the floor. “I hardly think encouraging me to tell a lie is the proper way to begin our life together, but if you insist—”
“Oh, I do, little girl. I absolutely insist,” I said, knowing I’d never ever get bored with this woman walking beside me for the rest of my life.
Her eyes softened as if she’d found the answer she needed. “I suppose I might earn one or two occasionally, so fine, that includes spankings. Are you happy now, Daddy?”
“There aren’t enough words in all the languages combined to state how happy I am.” I bent forward to speak against her lips again. “Why don’t I try to show you?”
“Yes, ple… wait, are yo talking about sex or spankings?”
“Both.” I wasn’t the least bit concerned she’d not find both rewarding.
I slid her back and started to stand only to feel my foot slipping against the porcelain.
I tightened my grip on the side of the tub and rose more cautiously.
Now that I had my Little girl to love, I’d have to learn to be more careful in bubble baths–apparently, they were more slippery than showers.
I stepped out onto the mat before looking down at her.
“And unless you want to draw me that picture while lying on your tummy with your ass on fire, I suggest you don’t even think about moving!”
“Uh-huh.”
I might have praised her for her instant response except that I was pretty sure I could have informed her little green men had invaded the bathroom and she would have responded the same. Don’t get me wrong, her entire attention was on me, but it wasn’t on my face. Her gaze was zeroed in on my dick.
“Livvy?”
“Hmmm?”
“The Martians have landed.”
“Then you better be prepared, Daddy.”
What did that mean?
It means she’s far quicker than you, Daddy-O.
Fine, I might have started the game, but I wasn’t so prideful I couldn’t clarify the rules.
“Why be prepared, pixie? For what exactly?”
Her gaze finally lifted. “Because the invaders always demand to be taken to the people’s god and since you’ve got the biggest, bestest trident I’ve ever seen, I believe that means you, Neptune.”
I barked out a laugh. “Don’t you ever change, and that’s Daddy Neptune to you, young lady.”