I raised my gaze to meet his, the water streaming down my face as I continued to work him with my mouth. Something dark and possessive flashed in his eyes at the sight, his hips jerking forward more forcefully.
“I’m going to come,” he warned, his voice strained. “And you’re going to swallow every drop like a good little girl.”
Moments later, he tensed, his cock pulsing as hot spurts of semen filled my mouth. I swallowed desperately, my daddy’s seed burning my throat a little, but at the same time making me perversely proud to have become such a big, bad girl.
Jax turned off the shower, the sudden silence broken only by our heavy breathing and water dripping from our bodies. His fingers traced my cheek, an oddly tender gesture after everything he’d just done to me.
“Stand up, Little Lulu,” he said, his voice gentler than before.
I rose on shaky legs, my body still tingling from the multiple orgasms he’d forced from me. Jax reached for a large, fluffy towel and began drying me with the same paternal care he’d used that morning after the bath, starting with my hair and working his way down. The soft fabric felt soothing against my abused skin, especially when he reached my welted bottom, where he was surprisingly gentle.
“Arms up,” he instructed, and I obeyed automatically, letting him dry beneath them, then down my sides and between my legs. The intimacy of being dried like a child made my cheeks burn, yet I couldn’t deny the strange comfort it provided.
When he finished, he handed me another towel. “Now dry Daddy,” he said, his eyes watching me with a predatory intensity that sent a shiver through my limbs.
I took the towel with trembling hands and began patting his broad shoulders dry, then his muscular chest. I worked my way down his torso, kneeling to dry his legs. When I reached his cock, I hesitated, looking up at him uncertainly.
“Everything, Little Lulu,” he said, his lips curving into a predatory smile.
My face burning, I gently patted his semi-hard member dry, then moved to his thighs and calves. When I finished, I remained on my knees, unsure what to do next.
Jax glanced at his watch, then tapped the screen twice. “Rudy,” he said into it, “come to the master bathroom.”
I heard footsteps approaching moments later, and Rudy appeared in the doorway. His professional demeanor never wavered as he took in the sight of me kneeling naked at Jax’s feet.
“Yes, sir?” he asked, his eyes fixed somewhere above my head.
“Take Little Lulu back to her room,” Jax instructed, reaching for my collar on the shelf. He fastened it around my neck, his fingers lingering at the buckle. “But first, there’s something she needs to understand about tomorrow.”
I looked up at him, confusion and trepidation making my heart race.
“Starting tomorrow, Little Lulu,” Jax said, his voice taking on that businesslike tone again, “you’ll be serving other daddies besides me. It’s an important part of your training.”
My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, forgetting myself completely.
Jax’s hand tangled in my hair, forcing my face up to look at him. “You heard me. You need to learn to please different men, to accept that your body isn’t just for my pleasure anymore.”
“But…” My heart had started to beat wildly. To my shock, Jax looked down at his watch—not as if checking the time or even reading a text, but as if something on the little screen had something important to tell him about… aboutme.
Jax’s eyes flicked back to me. The smile on his lips widened a little. Somehow, I understood, the watch had told him the way my pussy had clenched at the idea of being shared with other daddies.
“Daddy Rudy,” he said, turning to the bodyguard, “would you please take Little Lulu back to her room?”
CHAPTER 15
Louisa
Sitting on the toilet, looking up at Rudy—DaddyRudy—I tried desperately to think through what Jax had said, and how it related to the strange things going on inside my mind and my heart. Above all, I tried to figure out whether it had any effect on the resolution I had made, inside myself, to escape no matter what it took.
The news that my daddy would share me with other daddies, and that those daddies included the quiet, enormous bodyguard currently watching me pee as if I were four years old, surely only made escape more important. Right?
Right?
Right, I told myself. The rest of it—the humiliating clench, the helpless fascination—didn’t matter at all compared to the idea of rescuing myself from whatever-the-fuck this life with Jax involved, and whatever it might become if I stayed.
If I’mforcedto stay. It wasn’t a choice—I didn’t have a say in it. I would escape, or I would remain a captive, used by my daddy and, it seemed, any other ‘daddies’ he decided to lend me to.
As Rudy helped me up from the toilet, I knew what I had to do. I had to keep playing this role, keep pretending to accept it all, until I could find my chance to run. I winced as I stood, my bottom still tender from Jax’s belt and the invasion that followed.
