brush the swell under my breasts, making my breath hitch again. “Talk to me.”
“I’m embarrassed, Sir,” I murmur.
“Because I’m seeing you naked, sweetie?”
I shake my head. “Because I’m aroused.”
“Look at me, Britney.”
I meet his gaze, but I’m a hot mess.
“That’s the goal, sweet girl. I want you to find our lifestyle arousing. I want you to squirm all the time. I want your nipples to get hard because I reprimand you. I want your pussy to get wet because I spank you. I want you to feel so aroused all the time that you can’t wait for me to let you come.”
“Oh.” My face is even hotter.
“Oh,” he repeats, smiling. “And let me remind you that you’re never permitted to touch yourself. Your orgasms are mine. I decide when and where and how.”
I swallow. It’s all making sense to me now. I’ve never been this aroused. If this roleplaying is going to make me hot and bothered all the time, then I fully understand why people would do it.
“When you’re ready, I’ll invite another little over so you’ll have someone to talk to. You’ll feel better when you realize you aren’t alone. I know the owner of Surrender. He is a Daddy and his little girl lives a great deal of her life in a young age. You’ll like her. She can help you sort out your feelings.”
“I’d like that, Sir.”
“Part of what drives adults to engage in the younger aspects of age play is how arousing it can be to spend the day without a bra. You already know this. Your nipples rub against the material of your dresses and keep you aware of them. I’ll choose short dresses, too. When your bottom is barely covered, it’s hard to keep from squirming, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir.” He’s so right. I do already know this.
“When I cup your pussy and find your panties wet, I know I’m doing things right.”
I shiver.
He slides his thumbs up to stroke my nipples, making them stiffen further. “When I can see these hard little buds under the thin material of your dresses, I don’t even need to check your panties, do I?”
I shake my head.
He grins wider. “Welcome to age play.”
I’m close to collapsing, but he holds my hip with one hand and turns off the water. I giggle when he lifts me by the waist and sets me in the tub. “On your bottom, sweetie, before you fall.”
I sit down. The water is warm. My hair is down, so now it’s floating around in the water.
Davis reaches for the baby soap and a washcloth.
I giggle again. “Now I understand why you bought those kinds of bath products.”
He smiles at me. “Yep. Close your eyes, sweetie.” When I squeeze them shut, he washes my face and then rinses it. He opens the cabinet under the sink next and pulls out a large cup, which he fills to pour over my head.
I lean my head back so that the water soaks my hair, and then he squirts shampoo into his hand. “It’s gonna take a lot of shampoo to wash all this hair.”
“Yeah. It’s a line item on my monthly bill,” I joke.
He chuckles. “Do you mind the baby shampoo, sweetie?” he asks as he massages it into my scalp.
“No. It was strange at first, but I kind of like the scent now. It grew on me.”
“Good. I like it too. It makes you smell fresh and young.” It takes him a while to get the shampoo all down my hair and then he uses the cup to rinse it off, never getting any in my eyes.
After covering my locks in conditioner, he grabs the soap and washcloth again. He starts with my arms and then my back. When he comes around to my front and runs the terrycloth over my breasts, I let out a little moan. I love when he touches my sensitive nipples.
He plays with them longer than necessary and then moves down to my feet and up my legs. Lastly, he reaches between my thighs and strokes over my pussy. Slowly, over and over, until I toss my head back and whimper.
“You have no idea how precious you are, sweetie.” He finally sets the cloth aside and rinses my hair again. When he’s satisfied, he lifts me out of the tub and pats my body dry with one of the towels he bought me.
He spends a long time squeezing the water out of my hair and then stands and opens a drawer