It’s so weird standing here naked while he combs out the snarls in my long hair, but I don’t move. I even close my eyes and enjoy the feel of his touch.
“I love this hair, sweet girl. It’s so beautiful.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I hope you’ll let me brush it for you often.”
“No one has ever brushed my hair. It’s luxurious. You can do it all day if you want. But…” I open my eyes and turn to glance at him, feeling frisky and bold. “I might orgasm.”
He chuckles. “Not without permission, you won’t.”
I flush, unable to stop smiling.
When he’s satisfied that he got the tangles out, he pulls out a hairdryer and blows it until it’s only damp. He sits on the tub and takes my hips again, facing me eye to eye. “What did you think? Did you like me bathing you?”
“So much,” I admit, scrunching up my shoulders with my admission.
He pats my bottom. “Good. I really liked it too. That’s how our days will end unless I can’t get home from work in time. And, if you’ve been a good girl all day, I’ll let you come when I put you to bed. If you’ve been naughty and haven’t earned the release, I’ll make you regret the decision.”
“How will you do that?” I ask, trembling.
“You’ll find out.” That’s all he gives me, and my mind wanders to so many possibilities.
“I’ll be good.”
He chuckles again. “Sometimes you won’t. It’s hard to always be good. Sometimes you’ll make mistakes.” He stands and takes my hand, leading me to the bedroom. When we reach my bed, he picks up a nightgown I hadn’t seen there yet. He’s sneaky.
“Arms up, sweetie.”
I lift my arms, loving the way he takes care of everything.
He pulls the nightgown down my body and then tugs my hair out from under it while I glance down.
The material is soft cotton, and he’s chosen something much younger tonight. It’s pink with princesses on the front. It’s also short. Not surprising. And he hasn’t given me panties.
“Do you have something against panties at night, Sir?” I ask as he pulls the covers back on my bed.
“Yep. No bras ever. No panties at night. I like your pussy exposed. It heightens your arousal and makes it easier for me to touch you.” He pats the mattress. “Climb in, Sweetie.”
I crawl up and lie on my back. My nightgown gets bunched up, leaving me exposed, but that doesn’t matter because Davis immediately pulls it all the way up over my breasts. I gasp.
He snickers. “If you can lie still when I put you to bed, I’ll tease your little body until you scream out your orgasm.”
“It’s hard to stay still, Sir.”
“Sometimes I’ll stop and wait for you to get control. Sometimes I’ll restrain you.”
I flinch.
He taps my wrist. “If you think you get horny lying here controlling your own movements, wait until you find out how aroused you’ll get when you don’t have a choice because I’ve strapped your arms above your head.” He pats my belly. “I can also strap your belly down and your legs open.”
I shudder, but wetness leaks from my pussy and makes me squeeze my legs tight.
“Spread your knees, sweetie. Keep them wide. Just like last time.”
He didn’t come into my room last night, which was disappointing, but what he did to me two nights ago was nothing short of earthshattering. I lift my knees and part them, biting into my lip at how exposed I feel. The lights are on this time. He can see every inch of me.
He strokes his fingers along my inner thighs, his gaze on my sex. “So very sexy, sweet girl. Prettiest pussy ever.”
I like being praised, but this is so naughty. When he touches my clit, just a small tap, I whimper and arch my chest.
He slides his hands up my body and cups my breasts, flicking his thumbs over my nipples. “So sensitive…”
I’m panting as he teases the little tips. “Prettiest titties too…”
The shudder that wracks my body when he uses the word titties makes the bed shake.
He circles the tight buds over and over before touching them again, and then he pinches them and gives a little tug.
I moan, loud enough to fill the room.
“That’s a good girl. Let it feel good.”
I’m shaking, my legs are trembling badly by the time he lowers his hands to my thighs again. I’m expecting him to touch my pussy like last time. I’m willing him to