Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

LIAM

I blink my eyes open to another kiss being placed on my shoulder. Stretching my body, I moan when I realize Daddy's cock is still deep inside me.

"Did you have a nice nap?" Daddy rasps, his hand splayed against my stomach.

"I did."

"Good. I let you sleep for a little bit, but now that you're awake, I want to give you a bath."

"A bath?" I ask, turning my head to face him. Fuck, I still can't believe I'm with Gideon right now. Daddy pulls out of me and I turn around, running my hand through his salt-and-pepper hair. "Both of us?"

"If you want. I was planning to wash you, but I can still do that being in there with you."

"Okay, Daddy," I whisper, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "I would like that."

He slides out of the bed and stands next to the mattress, holding out his hand for me to grab. Sitting up, I scoot over to the edge, placing my hand in his. He leads me to the bathroom, turning on the water in a gigantic tub. I lean over the edge, my eyes widening when I see it has jets inside. The only time I've ever seen jets is inside a jacuzzi.

"Get in, Princess."

I do what Daddy says, stepping into the tub as it slowly fills with hot water. My sore muscles ache as the water hits them and I sigh deeply, burrowing into the heat. Hands hit my shoulder and I jerk before relaxing as Daddy uses the body wash to rub my shoulder.

"You're so tense."

"Yeah," I reply, not saying anything else. It's hard to be anything but tense when you've been in survival mode for so long. Being on my own the past year has been hard, taking care of myself, and trying not to end up on the streets. Dancing every night to make some money. I can't remember the last time I had a restful night.

"Fuck, Princess. If you were mine, you would never be this tense. I would spend every night rubbing every aching muscle you have."

"That sounds nice," I murmur. And it does. I would love to be taken care of. To have someone love me so much, he would massage me each night. To have someone worry about me. Care for me. It's all I've ever wanted. "Do you have any other jobs, or is it just the club?"

"I own the club and I also own two bars downtown. But the club was my first baby. It's probably why I spend so much time there."

"How come you act as though you aren't the owner? Every time I've seen you there, you're sitting at a table enjoying the shows. Is that why you started it? To have your own personal show?"

"No. That's not why I opened it. When I was in college, I studied business and when I was trying to figure out what business to open, it seemed like a good place to make money. After all, there are tons of clubs where women dance for men. Why shouldn't there be a place for men to dance for other men?" His hand finds a knot in my back and he works it out, my body relaxing even more.

"I like that," I murmur.

"Like what?"

"Your hands on me. Rubbing all over my body. It feels so good."

"Can Daddy join you?" he asks as his hands continue exploring.

"Of course." Sitting forward, I make room for him, lying back against his chest once he's fully seated behind me. My eyes drift closed as his hands drip water all over my body. He silently washes my body as I lie on him, enjoying the feel of his rough hands on me.

He rubs my trimmed pubic hair, playing with it before he grabs hold of my cock. I've been hard since the second he touched me before he even stepped into the tub. Fuck, I've been hard since before I fell asleep when he edged me and didn't let me come. He strokes me lightly, his mouth skimming up the side of the neck. "I really like having my hands on you too, Princess. Especially this part right here. It seems as though it wants all my attention."

"It does," I moan, arching into his fist. "I want all of your attention. Please give me more."

"Such good manners, Princess. I love how you always say please."

He continues placing gentle kisses on my shoulders at the same time he jerks me off. There's a flood of sensations overtaking my body and I lie back and enjoy them all. The tingling of my spine, the trembling when his fingers grace along my side. I'm ravenous for him. I close my eyes, a moan leaving my lips softly.

"I love cleaning you up almost as much as I love getting you dirty. Fuck, seeing you spread out on top of me makes me want to do filthy things to you again."

"Do it, Daddy. Please. Dirty me up," I beg, rubbing my ass on his cock, wishing he would slide inside me easily.

"God, yes. Be a good boy. Stand up and grab the towel off the ledge."

I do what he says, grabbing the thick black towel he has hanging on the hook. I step out of the tub and dry myself off before waiting to see what he says next. Daddy stays in the water, his hand finding the bottle of body wash. He squirts some onto his stomach and starts to rub it all over his chest. His eyes stay locked on me as his hand glides from his nipples down to his thick, hard cock. He strokes his dick, back arching out of the water.

"Daddy can see how much you want him. How desperate you are to have me fill you up. Aren't you Princess? You want Daddy to take you back to his bed and fuck you into his mattress?"

My head bobs wildly while I twist the towel in my fists. Gods, he's gorgeous. His salt-and-pepper hair is slicked back and wet, his toned body hidden under the bubbles of soap in the water. My breathing quickens at the view laid out in front of me. Daddy is giving me a show and all I want to do is anything but just standing here.

"Yes, Daddy. I want that so much."

I whimper loudly when he stands up slowly, water rushing down his chest and back into the tub. My fingers itch to come out and trail over every magnificent ab in front of me.

"Can you dry Daddy off?" His deep voice is gruff, and a tremble makes its way through my body at his question. I love that he's asking; it makes me feel as though I have some power when it comes to him.

"Yes," I breathe, waiting for him to step out.

He stands tall in front of me and I use the same towel I used for myself. I take my time drying him off, making sure there's not a drop of water anywhere. Dropping to my knees, I dry in between his legs, going slow when I reach his cock. His dick is bobbing in front of me, and all I would have to do is lean forward and open my mouth. He must see the lust in my eyes because he snickers, his fingers coming out to brush against my cheek.

"Does Princess want to suck me?"

"So much," I pant, my eyes fixated on his cock in front of me.

"Go ahead then. Suck my dick."

"Yes, Daddy."