Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
His hand slid under her bottom and lifted her slightly, changing the angle of his strokes. Instantly, she could feel the shimmering pleasure that she craved to feel again, hovering just out of reach. She ground herself against his pelvis and felt her body explode and tighten around him.
Anton’s thrusts increased. His motions extended and deepened her pleasure until she clung to him. His shout into the room echoed in the space as he emptied himself into the condom inside her.
When he finally relaxed onto the bed beside her, Anton draped Gemma onto his shoulder. Totally overwhelmed by their lovemaking, she clung to him. Her eyes closed when he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Sleep, Little Bee. Daddy will keep you safe.”
Chapter Eleven
“Good morning, Little Bee.”
“Good morning,” she whispered.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, Daddy. You scare away bad dreams better than Buzzy does, but don’t tell him,” Gemma rushed to add.
“My lips are sealed,” he said with twinkling eyes that revealed his amusement.
“What time is it?”
“Time to get cleaned up for work.”
He threw the covers away, and Gemma moved closer to his warmth. “Come on, Little Bee. You can’t go to the store smelling so delectable.”
Anton rose from the bed and helped her slide out. “Go potty. I’ll go turn the shower on so the water will warm.”
Just the thought of running water made Gemma rush toward the bathroom. She stepped into the separate toilet area. The sound of the water made her collapse on the seat. She grinned as she heard him humming.
“Hi, Little girl.”
He welcomed her into the large showering area and stepped back so she could step under the warm spray. Smelling bubblegum, Gemma turned around to see him rubbing body wash between his hands. He beckoned her closer. Craving the feel of his hands on her body, she walked forward.
“Daddy rubbed his scent all over you last night,” Anton commented as he spread the slick soap over her arms. He paid special attention to her breasts, leaving her trembling in front of him before lathering her stomach and legs.
“Turn toward the water and let’s rinse off your front side.”
When she returned, he guided her sideways. “Put your hands against the tile, Little Bee, and lean forward.”
His hands closed around her waist when she moved closer to the wall. “No, Gemma. Lean forward.”
He helped her ease into his desired position with her butt thrust out. Gemma peeked over her shoulder to see him dispense more soap. “Daddy? This isn’t comfortable.”
“Spread your legs wide to be stable,” he suggested. “This won’t take long. You want to be clean to go to work.”
He cleaned her back and buttocks before sliding his hands down her legs. On his way back up, Anton’s hands brushed up her inner thighs. When she tried to pull her feet together, a solid hand on her lower back held her in place. She jumped as his talented fingers stroked through her pink folds. Gemma was so sensitive after their lovemaking. His touch instantly rekindled her desire.
“One last place to get clean,” he announced as he spread the suds toward her small opening.
“No, Daddy!”
“Don’t tell me no, Little Bee. I need to care for you everywhere.”
He traced the small ring of muscles, making her clench it closed. When his fingertip poked inside, she felt the burn of the soap. Gemma closed her eyes as her arousal skyrocketed inside her. She wanted to feel his touch there.
“I know, Gemma. Daddy knows all your secrets. You may beg me not to touch your bottom, but we both know that you love my attention here. It feels naughty and forbidden.”
She nodded without meaning to and realized that she’d confirmed his statements. How did he know her so well?
“Stay right here, Little girl. Don’t move an inch.”
Anton wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out of the shower stall. He jogged out of view. Gemma considered standing up but sensed it was important for her to follow his directions. When he rejoined her, Anton held a tube in one hand and in the other, two shiny metal plugs—one larger than the other.
“Good girl. You get to wear the smaller one today.” He set the larger plug on the railing above the stall. “We’ll save that one for a naughty day.”
He quickly lubricated the smaller plug and pressed it to her tight opening. “Let me get this adjusted correctly. Sometimes it takes a few tries to get it perfect.”
She reared her head back as it invaded her. The thickest portion stretched her tight entrance, making her grit her teeth. Anton moved his hands between her thighs and resumed his caresses. She couldn’t find words to argue as he skillfully slid it inside and pulled it out to adjust it. He repeated these movements, fucking her bottom with the metal plug.
Turned on beyond her control, she panted as a massive orgasm crashed over her. After several more movements, he declared it was perfect and left the plug securely inside her. It felt cold, and she shivered.