He kissed her forehead.“You will.Just set your intention that it happen at the right time and in the perfect way and it will.”
She looked doubtful.
He reached between her feet and pulled the plug.“Time for your inspection,” he announced.He helped her out of the tub and dried her off.
“Interlace your fingers and put your hands on top of your head,” he said.
She covered her face with her hands first, making a rueful giggling sound.Then she spread her fingers and peeked shyly through at him.He had adored the coquette, but the emergence of Marissa’s younger persona warmed him.It meant she trusted him.Or at least he hoped it did.This persona was adorable, and while less sexualized, it gave him a sense of masculine power—his protective, care-taking instincts surging to the surface.Which didn’t mean he wouldn’t still play sexual with her, since she was okay with mixing the two.
He raised an eyebrow and she giggled nervously, lifting her hands and placing them on her head as he had requested.Her nipples jutted out with excitement.He trailed a finger along the inside of her arm, from her wrist to her armpit, brushing the sensitive skin.
She squirmed and giggled, twisting to dodge away, but not removing her hands from her head.
He opened a drawer and removed a small glass bottle of peppermint oil.He dripped a few drops on his fingertips and brought them to her nipples, circling them.
Her breath sucked in with a hiss.
He blew on her taut buds, knowing the peppermint gave them that cool-hot feeling and the air moving across them would intensify it.
She shivered and gave a little whimper of desire.
“Turn around, bend over and put your hands on the side of the tub,” he said, his voice rough.
She did as he asked, standing with her thighs pressed together.
“Open your legs.”
She widened her stance.
He stroked her buttocks and down the back of one thigh.Bringing both thumbs to her labia, he parted her outer lips.“Mmm, very pretty, Marissa.”
She bounced on her heels.
“What’s the matter?”he asked, lightly tapping her dewy slit.“You want Daddy to touch you here?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned.
He picked up the bottle of oil and applied some to his fingertips.“All right, baby,” he said and rubbed the oil over her clit.
She gasped and brought her feet together, squeezing his hand with her thighs.
He brought his hand down on one cheek with a resounding slap.“None of that, Rissa-Roo.Daddy has put a special medicine on your naughty parts and you are not allowed to touch them unless Daddy gives you permission.”
“Will Daddy touch them?”she asked plaintively.
He chuckled and patted her bottom.“Not now, little one.Go get dressed.”
She erected herself and whirled around stomping her foot.“No fair,” she said, folding her arms across her chest.
He grinned.
She turned and stomped out with a huff, but when he trailed her out, he found she was getting dressed as instructed, so he left her to it and took a quick shower.When he emerged she had dressed in her short shorts with a t-shirt tied up in the back to bare her midriff and stretch the material taut across her perky breasts.
“Good girl,” he said.“If you keep that up, Daddy might just let you come before the day is through.”
Marissa’snaughty parts didn’t just tingle, the peppermint oil made them throb in a slow, pulsing heat that made her want to dig her fingernails into Joel’s back while he took her fast and hard.But it seemed that wasn’t going to happen right now.
He led her to the elevator and the moment the doors closed in the empty car, he shoved his hand down her shorts, his fingers rubbing her screaming clit.She didn’t care if the doors opened and the entire world found them having sex, she wanted him then and there.
