“Now lean back,” he instructed, guiding me to recline in the tub.
As I settled against the smooth porcelain, Jax’s hands moved lower, washing my stomach with slow, deliberate circles. I tensed when his fingers brushed the sensitive skin below my navel, knowing where they were heading next.
“Relax,” he murmured, his voice taking on that hypnotic quality. “This is Daddy’s pussy to clean.”
His hand dipped between my legs, the washcloth gliding over the tender cleft with firm pressure. I bit my lip to keep from making a sound, but when his fingers pressed against the entrance to my vagina, a small gasp escaped me.
“So needy,” he observed, continuing his intimate washing. “Even when you try to fight it.”
I closed my eyes, unable to watch as he methodically cleaned every inch of me. His hands moved from my sex to my thighs,then back up again, paying special attention to the creases where my legs met my torso.
“Knees up,” he commanded. When I complied, he pushed them apart, exposing me further. “I need to clean you properly.”
The washcloth moved between my legs again, this time venturing further back. I flinched when it brushed against my bottom hole, but Jax’s firm hand on my knee kept me from closing my legs.
“Everything gets cleaned,” he said simply. “Every part of Little Lulu belongs to Daddy now.”
Once he finished bathing me, Jax reached for a pink razor and a can of shaving cream. My stomach clenched as I realized what was coming next.
“Time to make this little pussy look like it should,” he said, squirting a generous amount of foam into his palm. “Spread your legs wider.”
I obeyed, trembling slightly as his fingers spread the cream over my pubic area. The cool sensation against my warm skin made goosebumps rise along my thighs.
“Hold perfectly still,” he warned, bringing the razor to my skin. “If you move and make Daddy cut you, you’ll be punished.”
The first stroke of the razor against my sensitive flesh made me shudder. Jax worked with practiced precision, removing the hair in neat, efficient strokes. I forced myself to breathe evenly, terrified of moving and causing an accident.
“Good girl,” he praised, rinsing the razor in the bathwater. “So obedient for Daddy.”
He continued methodically, shaving every trace of hair from my mound. When he’d finished there, he instructed me to turn over and get on my hands and knees in the tub.
“Bottom up,” he directed. “On your hands and knees.”
I gasped as Jax’s fingers spread my cheeks apart, exposing the intimate area between them. The cool shaving cream made me flinch as he applied it in a gentle, but steady motion.
“Remember, don’t move,” he reminded me, his voice firm as the razor made its first delicate pass along my most private area. I trembled, fighting the urge to clench or pull away as the blade glided over my sensitive skin. Each stroke was methodical, precise—the work of someone who had done this before.
“Just a few more passes,” he murmured, his breath warm against my wet skin. “You’re doing well, Little Lulu.”
The praise shouldn’t have affected me, but it did. I felt a ridiculous surge of pride at pleasing him, at being good at something so degrading. When he finally set the razor aside, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
“Perfect,” he announced, running a finger between my cheeks to check his work. “Smooth as silk. Just how a little girl’s bottom should be.”
After rinsing me thoroughly, he helped me from the tub and wrapped me in a plush towel. I stood there passively as he dried every inch of my body, starting with my hair and working his way down. The towel felt impossibly soft against my newly bare skin, especially between my legs where I felt strangely vulnerable without the protection of my pubic hair.
“Arms out,” he instructed, picking up my pink cuffs from the counter. I extended my wrists, watching as he fastened them securely, checking to make sure they weren’t too tight. Next came the collar, its leather cool against my throat as he buckled it into place. The small tag dangled at the hollow of my neck, reminding me of my ‘daddy’s’ troubling intentions with every movement.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, stepping back to admire his handiwork. His eyes trailed down my naked body, lingering on my freshly shaved mound. “I can’t resist, Little Lulu. I need to taste that pretty pussy before I punish you.”
Before I could respond, he swept me into his arms as if I weighed nothing. The sudden movement startled me, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck to steady myself. He carried me back to the bedroom, his eyes dark with desire.
“Daddy’s going to make his little girl feel so good,” he whispered as he laid me gently on the bed. “And then Daddy’s going to teach her what happens to naughty girls who say bad words.”
I watched nervously as he went to a built-in cabinet, nearly concealed in the corner of the bedroom. He returned with what looked like a complicated arrangement of pink straps and buckles.
“This is your tasting harness,” he explained, holding it up for my inspection. “It’s going to keep those pretty legs spread wide so Daddy can enjoy his treat properly.”
My face burned with humiliation as he fitted the straps around my thighs and the back of my neck. I whimpered as he pulled on the straps to tighten them, pulling my knees up nearly to my breasts. The soft leather hugged my skin almost comfortingly,a terrible contrast with the complete revelation of my private places. I couldn’t lower my legs at all—the harness held them firmly raised, displaying everything Jax had just shaved bare.
