Her pussy is shaved bare. I’m furious on her behalf, but I’m also human and a man. I can’t help that looking at her body makes me hard.
She’s mine, dammit. I’ll do everything in my power to ensure nothing like this ever happens to her again. If she thinks Jameson is strict with Natasha, she hasn’t seen anything yet. I’ll never let her out of my sight.
I try to rein in my possessive thoughts, and I’m glad I don’t blurt them out. She might not be as accepting of such deep domination as Natasha is. Simone is a different person with a different personality. She’s sassy and feisty. Natasha is more submissive. She’s not a rule-breaker like my girl is.
I know for a fact that the one and only time Natasha broke curfew to nudge Jameson into Daddying her, it was Simone’s idea. When Jameson told me, I laughed so hard I nearly fell out of my chair.
I’m careful as I wash my girl’s chest and then lower. I do her legs first and then move the loofah between them. I don’t linger, but she squeezes her eyes tighter and purses her lips. I hope it’s because I affect her and not because she’s in pain.
Next, I grab a clean washcloth, hold it under the stream of water, and pour some face soap on it. I cup the back of her head. “I’m going to wash your face, Baby girl. I’ll be as gentle as possible.”
She holds still for me.
It takes me a few minutes to get the mascara off because I’m trying to be careful. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, Sir.” She’s white-knuckling the sides of the tub, but she’s being so brave for me.
I’m more relieved than her when I finish. I rinse off with the cloth several times to make sure I get all the soap. Finally, I pour water over her hair and we’re done.
I turn off the water, unplug the tub, and lift her out. After grabbing a huge, fluffy towel, I wrap it around her. I use a second smaller towel to squeeze as much water as I can out of her hair.
“Are you okay standing while I comb your hair and dry it a bit, Baby girl?”
“Yes, Sir.” She says yes, but she’s swaying. She’s tired.
I comb the tangles out as gently as possible and dry it just enough so she won’t be cold overnight. When I’m done, I remove the towel, rub some Neosporin on a few spots on her back, and pull my T-shirt over her head.
Simone slumps against me, and I scoop her into my arms to carry her to the bed. I pull the comforter back with one arm, settle her on the sheet, and cover her.
The ice pack I set on the nightstand is not as cold as it was before, but she probably doesn’t want it to be freezing anyway. “Let me hold this against your eye for a bit, Baby girl.”
She winces as I rest it against her face.
I stroke her hair back from her forehead. “Thank you for letting me take care of you, Simone.”
“Thank you for doing it, Sir.”
“Is there anyone you want me to call, Baby girl? Parents? Siblings?”
She sniffles. “No.” Her voice is very soft. I can’t tell whether she doesn’t have parents or if she doesn’t want me to call them. I won’t ask for more information now. It’s not important. She can explain better later.
She looks at me through her good eye. “Tell Natasha not to come home. I don’t want her to cut her vacation short.”
“I’ve already spoken to Jameson, Little one.”
“Good. It’s not like there’s anything they could do. I need to sleep. That’s all.”
She needs to do more than sleep, but that’s a good place to start.
I sit with her, caressing her hair. I don’t want to leave her, but I will after a few minutes of this ice pack on her bruises.
Eventually, she pushes at it. “Too cold.”
“Okay. Can you take some pain meds?” I remove the ice and help her sit before handing her the sippy cup and tapping a few pills into her palm.
She slips back under the covers when she’s done, and I tuck them around her. I hate that she’s still trembling. “Are you cold, Baby girl? Do you want another blanket?”
“No. I just can’t stop shaking…”
