Chapter Two

Deliverance

Tucker Bowman

“Did you manage to get back to sleep?”

Tucker draped a palmful of aromatic bath bubbles over her right breast before working his fingers through the suds to stimulate her nipple. Sitting behind her in the huge tub, he was enjoying bath-time.

“Mmmm, yes, sir.” She pushed her chest out to meet his hand, evidently relishing his attention. “Eventually.”

Tucker could relate. After her three o’clock nightmare and their impromptu heart-to-heart had led to another round of thunderous orgasms, he’d laid awake thinking before sleep had finally come to claim him.

It was Ella’s pained expression when they’d discussed Bennett that remained etched in his mind. He accepted they were father and daughter, but she’d gone to great lengths to explain how shaky their relationship had been, and he was surprised how much the idea of losing him had upset her.

Clearly, he’d underestimated the impact Bennett had created in her life. Perhaps he couldn’t understand the significance of the role because he’d never had a real father. Either way, he’d have to tread carefully when tying up the loose end that was Alexander Bennett. But, he assured himself, if he and Ella were to move into the security of a loving, long-term relationship, it had to be addressed.

He wouldn’t allow Bennett to keep screwing things up.

A long-term relationship?

He blew out a breath as his hand skimmed the warm water and tugged her left nipple. Things really were getting serious if he was pondering such a grandiose goal. Tucker couldn’t recall ever wanting one of those before.

“Sir.” Ella was breathless as she twisted to catch his eyes. “I wondered why you’d suggested a bath when we normally enjoy such intimate showers, but now I understand.”

Tucker grinned at the desire gleaming in her eyes, tightening his other arm around her middle. He’d chosen a morning bath for them for good reason. He thought the relaxing soak would be beneficial after another night of broken sleep, but it also provided him with the perfect opportunity to challenge his little girl.

Ella was under strict instructions not to touch herself, whatever his provocations, but he could tell how hot and desperate his ministrations were making her. That’s why he’d ordered her hands to remain on either side of the enormous roll-top bath. That way, she could neither disobey him nor prevent him from exploring any part of her, and they both got what they wanted.

His balls stiffened at their scintillating dynamic. Being around a smart and gorgeous woman like his little girl was constantly breathtaking. He couldn’t imagine any life where just being with her every day wasn’t a highlight.

“How’s that pussy of mine?” His hand slipped into the water and stroked her clit. She moaned appreciatively, bucking her hips forward to receive his fingers.

“I’m so turned on, sir,” she wailed, letting her head fall back against his chest. “Are you going to let me come?”

“Not yet.” He chuckled at her desperate whimper. “I need you right at the breaking point, little girl, then you’re going to fulfill your early morning duties for me.”

His smile widened as she gripped the edge of the tub. Since coming to the city, he’d instigated a couple of new habits that seemed to invigorate them both, and one of them was that she showed devotion to his cock in the shower each morning. That was why she’d been so shocked at his suggestion of a bath.

The rules were simple. It was her responsibility to ensure he was clean before he shot his load over her pretty face, and that meant using her mouth to polish and satisfy him. Ella had learned that she didn’t come until he did. The routine was like magic. Once his desire was satiated, he always found her soaking with need for him.

“You’re so mean!” Her mewl was playful, but the way she thrust her hips against his fingers was less so. Heaven help her if she climaxed before it was her turn.

“You think this is mean?” The hand at her middle rose to pinch her left nipple, and she cried at the sudden hurt. “This is nothing, little girl. Just you wait and see what I’ll do if you defy me and come without permission.”

“ So mean.” Her guttural whisper intimated how close she was to her looming pleasure and how his denial of her crescendo both irritated and aroused her in equal measure.

“Do you need me to stop, little girl?” His submerged fingertips grazed her clit. “Or are you going to exercise some self-control?”

She was riveting to watch. The way she writhed against his cock and her small panting breaths combined to heighten his carnality as he enjoyed her entrancing body.

I’m the luckiest man in the whole world!

“Oh God, sir!” Her breaths were ragged as she struggled to find an answer for him. “I’m so close.”

“Then I’ll stop.” His fingers paused, eliciting a throaty, disappointed groan as they withdrew to her inner thigh.

“Sir, no.” She splashed in the water in an attempt to splay her legs wider, her fingers blanching as she grasped the side of the tub. “Please, I need you.”

“I’m trying to help you, little girl.” He couldn’t hide his amusement at her impish performance. “Do you want to discover how I’ll punish you if you splinter before I say so?” Watching her squirm like a mermaid in heat, he could only conclude that she did.

“Sir, please.”

He couldn’t recall seeing her this frantic before… not even when they’d been in the cabin.

“I’ll take the punishment,” she panted. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do, but please let me come. Your fingers feel so good.”

“You are so fucking naughty.” He snarled the words in her ear, but his digits were already sinking back to her sex and the desperate little clit he knew he’d find there. “So long as you know if you come now, there’ll be hell to pay.”

“I know.” Her tone oozed with anguish. “But please.”

“Okay.” Ignoring the throbbing of his erection, he nipped her clit, pressing it between his thumb and forefinger while his other hand worked on her helpless beading buds. She screamed out with passion, her hips rolling under the brutal caresses, as though they were goading him to continue. “I’ll let you come, little girl, but you’re going to be royally punished for your insolence.”

She moaned at his logic, apparently not caring about the consequences.

She doesn’t care now. His smile was wry. But she will later.

Based on how worked up she was, he concluded it wouldn’t be long before she detonated, then she had to spend the rest of the day making it up to him. Either way, he couldn’t lose.

His cock was fit to burst as her body tensed, the waves of consuming pleasure washing over her as he held her close in the water. By the time her cries had waned to tiny, tempting whimpers, Tucker was ready to enjoy himself.

“All right, little girl.” He swept out of the bath behind her, cascading a torrent of warm water over Ella as he rose. “You’ve been very bad, but before I attend to that, you have duties to see to.”

Climbing out of the tub onto the expanse of the soft mat, he turned to face her and jutted his excited shaft out in her direction.

“Oh God.” She looked utterly shell-shocked as she struggled to her knees, her expression conveying the rapturous awe consuming her. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“No need to be sorry.” He signaled to his engorged dick, settling one hand at the back of her head and guiding her toward it. “You made your choice, little girl, and no number of apologies changes that.”

There was little time for her to reply. Tucker shoved his shaft past her lips, thrilled to find that on her knees leaning over the side of the tub, she was the perfect height to deliver his gratification. The gargled noises of his thrusts, coupled with the divine rush of hedonism he received every time the tip of his cock grazed the back of her throat, didn’t take long to push him right to the precipice of his own release.

“Very nice,” he growled, his digits fisting her hair as she was forced to take his entire length.

Her eyes watered as she blinked up in his direction, but she didn’t shift from the submissive stance she’d been taught. As far as he was concerned, when a woman worshipped her man’s cock, she should always be on her knees with her hands behind her back. The only thing sweeter was when he had the chance to bind her wrists in place.

“Polish my dick well, and you might not earn yet another penance before breakfast.”

They had a long day ahead of them, but Ella was doing everything possible to make sure it turned out to be their most memorable yet.

And that was saying something.

Three days had passed since they’d arrived at his apartment, which meant two important things about the hours to come. Firstly, his staff would call later to restock their refrigerator and cupboards. After days of sandwiches and soup, he was more than ready to start cooking them proper meals again. Perhaps more importantly, though, today was the day Ella would be reunited with her mother.

It was difficult to focus on the significance of that meeting as his orgasm erupted, his lips parting as he succumbed to the pleasure. Senses blurred, he pumped his cum over her open mouth. It took every ounce of his willpower to remain standing as his cry permeated the steamy air.

“Jesus, Ella.”

Gripping the edge of the tub, he tried to catch his breath at the intensity of his peak. Three words seared his mind as the world around him melted away, replaced by euphoria.

My good girl.