I took his hand with trembling fingers, allowing him to lead me to the massive shower. My body ached from the punishment and use I’d endured, each movement a reminder of what he’d done to me.
Jax reached for my collar, his fingers working the buckle deftly. “This comes off for shower time,” he explained, setting it carefully on a shelf. The brief freedom from its weight felt strange, my neck suddenly feeling paradoxically vulnerable without the ever-present reminder of my status.
He guided me into the huge shower stall, his hand firm but gentle on my punished bottom. The glass enclosure was big enough for several people, with multiple showerheads and built-in benches along one wall. Jax turned on the water, adjusting the temperature before pulling me under the warm spray with him.
“Arms up,” he instructed, reaching for a bottle of expensive-looking shower gel.
I obeyed, raising my arms as he squeezed a generous amount of gel onto a soft washcloth. The scent of sandalwood and something citrus filled the steamy air as he began to wash me, starting with my shoulders and working his way down.
When he reached my breasts, he took his time, circling each nipple with the cloth until they hardened beneath his touch. I flushed deeply, unable to control my body’s response to his touch.
“Such a pretty shade of pink,” he commented, noticing my blush. “All the way down your chest.”
His hands moved lower, washing my stomach, my hips, between my thighs. I gasped when he reached my tender pussy, the cloth gentle, but thorough as he cleaned away the evidence of his use.
“Turn around,” he commanded softly. “Hands on the wall.”
I turned, placing my palms against the cool tile as instructed. The position left my bottom prominent, presented to my daddy as the water cascaded down my back.
“We need to clean you properly here,” he said, his voice taking on that clinical tone that somehow made everything more humiliating.
I felt the washcloth between my cheeks, gentle yet insistent as he cleaned my well-used hole. The tender ministrations made me whimper, both from lingering soreness and unexpected sensitivity.
“Does that hurt, baby girl?” he asked, his tone almost concerned.
“A little,” I admitted, my voice small.
“It’s important to keep clean,” he explained, continuing his thorough washing. “Especially after Daddy uses this tight little hole.”
His finger replaced the washcloth, probing gently at my sensitive opening. I gasped, my forehead pressing against the tile as he slipped the digit inside.
“Still so tight,” he murmured appreciatively. “Even after taking Daddy’s cock.”
His finger moved deeper, exploring me from the inside while his other hand reached around to my front. A finger on that hand pushed into my pussy, then curled to find a spot that made me cry out. My knees buckled as pleasure shot through me like lightning.
“Oh!” I cried out, my body convulsing around his invading digits. “Daddy, please!”
“That’s it,” he murmured, working a second finger inside my sensitive bottom while his other hand moved to rub my clit. “Come for Daddy again, Little Lulu. Show me how much you love having your bottom played with.”
The dual stimulation was too much. My orgasm crashed over me with shocking intensity, my inner muscles clenching rhythmically around his fingers as I sobbed with pleasure andshame. My legs trembled so violently I would have collapsed if not for his strong arm around my waist holding me up.
“Good girl,” Jax praised as the aftershocks rippled through me. “Now it’s time to clean Daddy properly.”
He guided me down to my knees on the shower floor, the water still cascading over us both. My legs felt like jelly, my mind foggy from the intensity of the orgasm he’d just forced from me.
“Take this,” he instructed, handing me a fresh washcloth. “Clean Daddy’s cock. Make sure you get everything.”
With trembling hands, I took the cloth and began to gently wash his semi-hard member. It twitched under my ministrations, growing firmer as I carefully cleaned away the evidence of where it had been. The knowledge of what I was washing away made my face burn with humiliation.
“That’s enough,” Jax said after a minute, taking the cloth from my hands. “Now use your mouth. Show Daddy how grateful you are for all the pleasure he gave you.”
I hesitated only briefly before leaning forward to take him into my mouth. His hand tangled in my wet hair, guiding me as I began to suck. The taste of soap and something musky filled my senses as I worked my tongue around his hardening shaft.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his grip tightening in my hair. “Take it deeper, baby girl. Show Daddy what a good cocksucker you’re becoming.”
I did my best to soften my mouth as he began to thrust gently into it. His breathing grew ragged, his movements more urgent as I used every trick I could think of to please him.
“Look at me,” he commanded. “I want to see those pretty eyes while you suck Daddy’s penis.”
