Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
“I’ll run down and take a quick shower,” Essie said when they were back in the bedroom.
Zander stepped forward and ran his hands over her arms. “I’ve got a better suggestion. Let’s shower here.”
“Here?” she echoed. Did he mean together? Another sneeze interrupted her thoughts.
“It’s still attached, but I fear your nose isn’t long for this world, Little girl, if we don’t get you dust-free.”
He reached over his shoulder to grab a handful of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head. With a grimace, he dropped the garment to the side. “How did we get so dirty? Your turn.”
When he pulled her shirt up, Essie grabbed his hands. “Zander, I’m…. I’m not shaped like you.” Suddenly nervous, Essie didn’t want to disappoint him.
“Thank goodness, Essie.” Zander tugged the shirt up, but Essie held on to the hem.
“I mean, I’m not buff like you.” How could she ever have believed he could be interested in her?
“Essie, if I wanted someone who looked like me, I’d jack off in front of the mirror. I’m attracted to you. I love your curves and can’t wait to see, touch, and taste every part of you.”
Her mouth dropped open at that last statement. She recovered and squeaked, “Really? You’re not just saying that?”
“When have you ever heard me say something I don’t mean?”
She had to shake her head to answer that question. “Never.”
“Exactly. Let me unwrap the best present I’ll ever receive.”
As she unpacked that statement, Essie allowed him to tug her shirt out of her hands.
He drew it carefully over her head, trying to keep the material away from her face.
With a toss, her dusty clothing joined his.
Zander never glanced away to see where it fell.
His brilliant blue eyes focused solely on her.
“Gorgeous.” He ran his hand over his chest and down to his buckle. With a swoosh of leather, he pulled the belt from the loops of his jeans. She jumped as he slapped the strip over his open hand. “I hope you’re naughty enough to earn several stripes with Daddy’s belt.”
She shook her head quickly to deny she’d ever be that bad.
Why did that threat of punishment make her pussy gush?
Her body seemed to think getting strapped with the belt was something to eagerly anticipate.
Squeezing her legs together, she couldn’t tear her gaze from his hand as he popped the top button and drew his zipper downward.
“You’re making Daddy so hard, I’m going to nick myself with the metal teeth.”
“Sorry?” she offered, completely focused on his body.
His groan did funny things to her insides.
She couldn’t wait to hear what sounds he’d make while they had sex.
That thought was wiped from her brain when his cock, still encased in the stretchy brief’s material, sprang through the opening—thick, hard, and eager.
Her courage bolstered by the obvious proof that her pouchy tummy didn’t turn him off, Essie reached for her waistline to unfasten her pants.
“Not happening, Little girl,” Zander said, stopping her hands by wrapping his around them. “Daddy’s in charge.”
He stepped back slightly to take over. His fingers caressed her rounded tummy as he opened her pants.
He encircled her waist with his hands before rotating his palms against her to insert his fingers into the gaping waistband.
Sliding his hands along her sides and over her hips, Zander guided her jeans over her thighs. The material tumbled to the ground.
“Damn, you’re a sight for sore eyes. I’ve fantasized about this moment for years.
” A thrill zinged through her at his confession.
He dipped his head down to kiss her hard and fast before yanking his jeans off along with his shoes and socks.
He dropped to his knees in front of her, only dressed in his boxer briefs.
“Put your hands on my shoulders, Little girl, and lift this foot.” He tapped on her left sandal. When she followed his directions, Zander tossed away her shoe before sliding the material over her foot as he praised her, “Good girl.”
Those two words shouldn’t have that much of an effect on her, but they did. She bit her lip, basking in his approval and wanting to please him more. Quickly, she rebalanced and lifted the other foot. Zander rewarded her by rubbing his hand over her calf before removing her clothing on that side.
As he stood, Zander trailed his fingers up her legs before taking her in his arms. He kissed her hard, and Essie arched against him. Her pelvis pressed against his steely shaft, drawing a groan from them both.
Zander ripped his mouth away and growled, “You’re testing my control, Essie. The only thing I can think about is burying my cock deep inside you. This shower is going to be cold.”
She shivered against him. “The fastest shower ever,” she urged.
Zander scooped her up in his arms. Instantly she panicked, pushing at his chest to signal him to set her down. “I’m too heavy, Zander. You’ll hurt yourself.”
“Stop!” he barked, making Essie freeze.
Turning, he carried her into the bathroom without a wrinkle of effort showing on his face. He didn’t say a word as he set her feet on the rug and turned on the spray in the immense walk-in shower.
“I’m a fit guy, Essie. You are not too heavy. Let this be a lesson to you about trusting your Daddy to know his abilities. I’ve warned you about speaking negatively about yourself. You’ve earned five swats. Turn around and face the wall.”
“I didn’t want you to strain your back,” she explained.
“That’s eight now. Want to push your spanking to ten?”
She shook her head, pressing her lips together. Dread and excitement swirled together inside her at the prospect of punishment. It would hurt. Why did the thought of a stinging bottom turn her on? Essie squeezed her thighs together, feeling the wetness gathering between her legs.
“Turn and face the wall,” he repeated.
Slowly, she followed his directions and peeked back over her shoulder. Zander stepped close and stripped her panties down to mid-thigh. When she straightened, he wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her bottom out. Essie steadied herself by slapping her hands on the wall.
Immediately, he delivered the first swat. The sting surprised her. Essie bolted up, but Zander held her firmly in place. He delivered the second and third before she could force her mouth to function.
“Wait! That hurts!”
“I’m glad I’ve got your attention, Little girl. Spankings are supposed to help you remember,” Zander said as he spanked her three more times.
The stretch of the elastic around her thighs reminded Essie how exposed she was. Somehow wearing a scrap of fabric felt more revealing than being naked. The heat building on her skin kindled the arousal inside her. Tears gathered in her eyes as he smacked her bottom twice more.
When he released his hold and pulled her into his arms. Essie burrowed her face into the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry!”
“We both have a lot to learn about each other, Little girl. I will not allow you to speak badly about yourself.”
“I didn’t want to hurt you,” she said, sniffing.
“That is sweet of you, however, you take care of Ferguson’s Folly, your new events business, and even other people. Daddy takes care of you. Will you trust me to know my capabilities?”
Essie repeated those statements in her mind. She always acted to help others. That was her personality. Essie never considered that no one was returning the favor. Or that as a Little, her role would be completely different than her running her new company and the estate.
Her shoulders relaxed. A hundred pounds of pressure and responsibility evaporated from her as Essie let go of having to manage both her business and her personal relationship.
He wouldn’t let her be in control when they were alone.
She had two choices: get her bottom spanked or follow his rules and directions.
She wouldn’t even have to think. Relieved, Essie nodded.
“That’s my girl, Essie. Leave everything to Daddy.”
“That’s hard to do,” she whispered.
“But totally worth the effort for both of us. If you feel you’re imposing on me, remember I’m in this relationship for a reason. I want to be your Daddy.”
“Okay.”
“Now, let’s get in the shower and rinse off this dust. Can you step out of your panties as Daddy finishes unwrapping his present?”
She blushed and shifted from foot to foot to kick her plain cotton undies away as he unfastened the back clasp of her bra. “I should have worn something fancier.”
“We’ll choose some Little clothes together.
Cute and comfortable rate higher in my book than fancy.
I have a few things in mind,” he told her with a sensual smile that boosted the heat inside her.
Zander leaned forward to press a kiss to her neck before easing the silky material from her full breasts.
Zander tossed away the bra before cupping her breasts. She shivered when he brushed his thumbs over her nipples. “You are so beautiful, Essie. I am a lucky man.”
“And Daddy?”
“The luckiest. In the shower, stand under the water to warm up. Daddy will wash you.” He laid down the law.
“Yes, sir.”
“Yes, Daddy, Essie. When we’re alone, call me Daddy.”
Essie stepped into the shower and glanced over her shoulder. “Yes, Daddy.” To her delight, she looked at the right moment. Zander eased his boxer briefs over the erection tenting the soft material and dropped the garment to the side.
Unable to tear her gaze away from his fully nude body, Essie backed into the spray. Confronted by his obvious arousal, Essie didn’t feel as self-conscious as she had in the past with men. The hunger on his face boosted her confidence.