36. Quinn
Quinn
CAUGHT
Oh my God.
This shower is a girl’s dream come true.
Spraying heads everywhere. Misters. Some kind of rainfall feature from the ceiling.
I don’t need to be rich. I just need this shower.
With my back against the heated tile wall, I let the water wash over me. The scent of actual lavender and eucalyptus, which are hanging from the wall, fills the steamy space. There’s even a whole bench on one side that I could literally lie my entire body on. It’s pure freaking serenity.
When I close my eyes and let my fingers drift over my clit, a moan immediately escapes. Shit. I’m so sensitive right now. He tortured me with his magical dick rubbing against me all night, but did nothing about it. Because he’s a good man and was being a gentleman.
A Daddy.
“Mmm.” I circle my fingers over my clit again.
Daddy.
Another circle.
“Daddy,” I whisper as I do it again.
“Yes, baby girl?”
My eyes fly open, and I yelp, bringing my hand to my mouth to muffle it.
Xander is in front of me, naked and hard, with his fist wrapped around his cock. His gaze is dark, penetrating into me.
“You scared me,” I say breathlessly, suddenly very aware of my naked body in the daylight.
I use my arms to try to cover as many rolls and flaws as I can, but I know he’s getting a very unflattering view of my body.
“Did I scare you because you were being naughty?” He slowly moves his fist over his cock.
“Um.” I wasn’t doing anything wrong.
“Rule number two. From now on, you don’t touch that pretty pussy without my permission. If you want to come, you ask me.”
Huh?
Permission?
Is he serious?
He comes to stand in front of me, dipping his face to kiss me. Without thinking, I slide a hand up his chest to rake my fingers in the back of his hair, tugging softly as he presses his tongue between my lips.
“Put your hand between your thighs and touch your pussy, like you were a minute ago.” He stares down at me, waiting.
Heat spreads over me, and I immediately glance away, shaking my head, using my arms again as my shield.
“Look at me,” he growls.
Slowly, I obey.
“I don’t like you trying to hide from me. You’re beautiful, sunshine. Perfect in every goddamn way. Jesus, I have half a mind to bend you over and spank your ass until you understand.”
“I’m not small. I have things,” I motion toward my body, “that jiggle when I move. I’ve tried to lose weight, but I can’t.”
Before I even know what he’s doing, he grabs my wrist and pulls me to the tiled bench, then pushes between my shoulders until I bend down and use my palms to stop me from falling.
Then he presses his hand to my lower back, holding me in place as he spanks my ass several times. I yelp and wiggle as the sting registers and spreads through my body while my clit tingles.
“If I,” he says between smacks, “ever…”
He peppers my wet skin, and all I can do is claw at the bench and stamp my feet as he holds me securely against his hip so I can’t get away.
“Hear you say anything negative about your body again or suggest that you need to lose weight,” he grits out, giving me a second to take a breath.
“I will buy an old-fashioned hairbrush made with the finest wood and put you over my knee every night for a week to redden your ass with it. You are absolutely perfect the way you are. Are we fucking clear on that?”
Tears drip onto the tile below as his words seep into my soul and touch the most vulnerable parts of me.
I don’t even feel the physical pain right now.
It’s all emotional. How can he find me to be perfect when I’m clearly not?
I’m a broken mess. I have a million insecurities and even more flaws. How does he not see it?
He stops spanking and grips my waist, turning me until the back of my legs meet the bench, and then takes another step forward, forcing me to sit. I let out a hiss as I sit on my stinging ass.
Xander cups my chin, holding it firmly between his thumb and index finger. We stare at each other, my body vibrating with arousal, and my mind too fuzzy to worry about how I look right now. I’m more concerned with how I feel and what I need.
“Did I make myself clear, sunshine?” he asks again.
I reach for him, sliding one hand on his hip and the other going for his dick. “Yes,” I breathe out, desperate for him to let me touch him.
As soon as I wrap my fingers around his cock, he moves his hand from my chin to the base of my neck.
“Yes, what?” His eyes are sparkling as he stares at me, waiting.
“Yes, Daddy,” I answer just before opening my lips and bringing my mouth to the head of his cock.
Xander’s free hand snaps out and grabs a fistful of my hair, stopping me from wrapping my mouth around him.
“Is your lip okay?” he asks quietly.
It takes a second for me to register his question, but when I do, I look up at him, my heart squeezing.
“It’s fine, Daddy. It was barely swollen.”
He gazes at me for another second before he nods and releases my hair, his hold still firm on my neck. “Don’t ever hide this body from me. Understand?”
I nod and run my tongue over the seeping tip of his dick. “Yes, Daddy.”
His cock throbs in my palm as he groans. “Fuck, baby. I love hearing you call me that.”
Not as much as I love saying it.
“Open your mouth and let me fuck it. Then I’ll give you a reward for being such a good girl.”
As soon as I obey, he pushes his cock in while brushing my hair away from my face, gathering it in a ponytail, then wraps it around his fist. “That’s my girl. Scoot to the edge of the bench and spread your knees. Show Daddy what’s mine.”
All thoughts and insecurities disappear from my head as I follow his instruction, whimpering when I open my legs wide, putting my entire pussy on display. He grips my hair and pumps his hips, his cock pressing against the back of my throat until I gag and struggle in his hold.
“Touch your pussy while I fuck your mouth, baby. Make yourself feel good while you take my cock.”
This time I do it, and with each pass of my clit, I moan, my mouth and throat relaxing a bit more while he thrusts deeper and harder. When he presses the head of his dick to the back of my throat, I look up at him with pleading eyes. He gazes at me and slowly pulls back.
“You’re so goddamn perfect,” he groans. “So goddamn mine.”
I mewl and circle my clit, my orgasm so fucking close. Xander steps back, releasing my hair.
“Stand up and bend over. Hands on the bench,” he snaps, pulling me up before I climax. “You okay with the pull-out method?”
“Daddy,” I whine as I hustle into position. “Yes, please, just… fuck me.”
I’m going to die if I don’t come soon.
It’s no longer a want at this point.
After being with Xander and experiencing multiple earth-shattering, life-changing orgasms, I’m desperate for more.
“I’m going to be inside you when you cry out for me, sunshine. And then I’m going to mark you when I come all over your gorgeous ass.”
Oh my God.
For a man who doesn’t talk a lot, he sure is descriptive during sex.
Xander doesn’t wait. He wraps his big hands around my hips, pulling on entire handfuls of my flesh right before he thrusts into me so deeply that I cry out, then bite my cheek to force myself to be quiet.
Crap.
That would just be awesome, going downstairs to face Cash and Jordyn after being freshly fucked in their bathroom.
“These rooms are soundproofed, baby. Don’t you dare be quiet. I want to hear every sound from those pretty lips.”
He thrusts, and I scream, thankful that Cash and Jordyn were considerate enough to soundproof their home so I can fully enjoy this moment. I’ll have to make them a thank-you basket. This is absolutely worth at least that.
“Oh, God,” I moan, my pussy stretched so perfectly around him.
“That’s right, baby girl. Pray for us. Tell God how fucking perfect you are for me. How you were made for me. Tell God that you’re mine now. Then, start praying to me, sunshine. Tell Daddy everything you want and I’ll make it all come true.”
Those words. They penetrate my mind as my entire body lights on fire, and I explode, crying out for him over and over. The only thing holding me up is his grip.
“Fuck,” he growls, pumping faster until he lets out a deep, guttural groan as he yanks his hips back and hot semen splashes all over my ass.
Water sprays on us as we stand still for a moment, catching our breath. When my knees won’t stop trembling, Xander gently guides me onto the bench.
“I’ve got you, baby girl. Just relax.”
The urge to cover my stomach takes over, and I have to force myself not to shield my body from him. Instead, I sit as straight as possible, hoping it makes my boobs look fabulous. While I may not be a supermodel, I’ve always loved how big and full my breasts are.
Xander grabs a washcloth and squirts a huge blob of bodywash onto it. So much that it drips over the side of his hand. When I giggle, the corner of his mouth twitches, and he winks at me.
Was he just being playful?
Xander Savage? Teasing me?
That’s new.
And amazing.
“Let’s get you washed and fed, then we’ll run home so we can take a morning nap since we didn’t get much sleep last night. After that, you’re going to meet your new bodyguard before we head to work.”
Wait.
What?