Tempted by her Daddies: Chapter 18

Tamsyn watched as he moved away and started to fill the bath with water.

“Can I ask questions?”

“We won’t play until you’re more comfortable with me,” he said suddenly. “And before we do, I’ll go through protocol. I’ll tell you when I want high protocol. That will mean no talking without permission, no arguments, no sass. You’ll always have a way to safeword out. Any other time, I expect you to ask as many questions as you desire.”

“Oh. Okay.” There was so much to think about in that.

“What was your question?” he prompted as he crouched and opened the cupboard doors.

“Why are you running me a bath?” She took a sniff of herself. “Do I stink?”

Oh God.

That was it, wasn’t it?

She stunk.

He stood up, holding some bubble bath.

“What? No, of course you don’t smell.”

“Then why?” she asked.

Salem stared at her for so long that she started to feel really self-conscious.

“Have you never taken a bath just to relax? For fun?”

Uh.

No.

But she should have guessed that. It wasn’t like she didn’t know that people took baths for fun. It’s just that she never had. She wasn’t sure that she’d ever lived anywhere with access to a bath.

And if she had, she wasn’t sure that she would have taken the time to relax.

It wasn’t something she really knew how to do.

“You haven’t, have you?” Salem said.

Tamsyn braced herself for questions and the fact that she was going to have to lie to him.

God.

She was really starting to hate this.

And it was likely only going to get worse.

“Don’t worry, Little one. We’ll show you how to relax and let yourself be pampered.”

“You guys don’t really seem the type to relax or be pampered.”

He smiled and she swore her heart stopped. Salem didn’t smile a lot, but when he did, he looked younger and sexier.

Lord, what the man couldn’t do with that smile.

“You’d be surprised.”

He turned away and poured some bubble bath into the water. Ooh.

She’d always wanted to use bubble bath. It looked so fun. She’d likely had baths with bubbles before as a child, but they were kind of a distant memory.

Wiggling around on the counter, she nearly slid off.

Salem turned and gave her a firm look. “Did I tell you that you could move?”

“Um. No.”

“Then stay where you are.”

She let out a small squeak and slid further back on the counter so there was no risk of her sliding off.

“That’s better. You could fall off and hurt yourself and we don’t want that. When I put you somewhere you have to wait until I come back and get you.”

Fall off and hurt herself?

Like that was going to happen. She was about four feet off the ground. How would she hurt herself?

But she also didn’t want to risk upsetting him, so she stayed where she was.

He tested the water temperature, swirling the water around before turning off the taps.

Then he moved back to her, cupping her face in his hands. “I really want to undress you.”

He did?

Her eyes widened as she stared at him.

“I want to strip you and place you in the bath. And then I want to wash every inch of your gorgeous skin. I wouldn’t miss an inch of you. I’d have to make sure that you were very, very clean. So I might have to wash you twice. Once with a cloth and once with my hands.”

Oh Lord.

She could picture that. All too clearly.

“Would you like that, Pet?” he murmured.

“I . . . yes. Are you going to do that?”

“I don’t know if you’re ready for that.”

Maybe not. But she wanted it. And that had to count for something, right?

“I want to be.”

He gave her a gentle smile. “I want that too. I’m going to let you strip off and get in. Then I’ll come check on you. But you might want some space and that’s all right. I know we’re a lot.”

He was being so . . . so reasonable.

And she wasn’t sure she liked it.

What was going on with her? She watched as he left and she felt like crying.

You cannot cry.

This isn’t who you are.

Tamsyn took a few deep breaths.

Keep calm.

God. She wasn’t sure she liked being like this.

Turning, she stared at herself in the mirror for a moment, then she glanced away. She hated looking at herself in the mirror. It was something she tried to avoid.

There was a knock on the door and it made her jump. “Yes?”

“It’s just me. I was checking that you were in the bath. Are you all right?”

“Don’t come in,” she said in a high-pitched voice.

Crap.

“Tamsyn? Are you all right?”

“I’m . . . I’m on the toilet.” She closed her eyes.

Great. She was doing so well at this not lying thing. Also at communication. That had all flown out the window.

To make certain that she wasn’t lying, she rushed over the toilet and sat on it. Then she realized she had to pee and quickly took off her pants and panties.

“All right. I’ll give you a couple more minutes.”

Oh. God.

Could he hear her pee?

Most likely. Mortification filled her. She had to do better than this. Jumping up, she flushed the toilet and drew up her pants and panties before washing her hands.

Wait. She was meant to be stripping.

She took off her clothes quickly and then stepped up to the bath. This felt strange.

It didn’t feel right.

Was it because she wanted the picture he painted and knew it wasn’t in the cards for her?

Sliding into the bath, she sat with her arms around her raised legs.

What now?

“Little one? Can I come in?”

“Sure,” she called out, trying to keep her voice steady.

Salem walked in and studied her for a moment. But she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. There was no change on his face, just a subtle hesitation.

Then he grabbed a stool and dragged it over to sit next to her.

This wasn’t what she’d expected.

She’d thought he was going to check on her and leave.

“You don’t need time to yourself, I think.”

“I don’t?” she asked.

“No. I think that maybe that’s the worst thing you could have.”

He could be right. Because that was all she ever had.

Herself.

Just her.

And him. But he was gone now. And there was a new demon in his place and she wasn’t sure who was worse. But she shook that thought off.

Salem grabbed a cloth from the towel rail and wet it in the water. “I think that what you need is some pampering and care, but you don’t know how to ask for that.”

Dear Lord.

Could he read her mind?

“What you really need is someone to just tell you what’s going to happen.”

“And that someone is you?”

That was supremely arrogant. But his arrogance didn’t grate on her the way others did.

“Yeah, Pet. That someone is me.” He started to run the cloth over her back.

She didn’t move. She felt frozen. If she moved, he might stop.

And that was the very last thing she wanted.

“That’s it. Just relax for me. Good. You’re doing so well. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To just let go. But you didn’t know how to ask for that. And I’m sorry it took me a moment to realize that.”

She was so glad he understood that she hadn’t been deliberately keeping anything from him.

That hadn’t been the case at all.

He lifted one of her arms and washed it.

“I just want you to stay relaxed and let me wash you. If it makes things easier, you can always slip into Little headspace.”

Could she do that?

She wasn’t sure she knew how to let go of her control.

“Daddy would take care of his girl. Just like Sir would take care of his Pet. But you just do whatever makes you comfortable.”

“Am I your Pet?” she asked.

“If that’s what you’d like. I think you need someone to take care of you. Pamper and adore you. But also ensure you follow the rules. Being my pet doesn’t necessarily mean pet play. It’s just a feeling between us. Of you being cared for and . . . owned.”

Owned? Did she want to be owned?

“It’s just something to think about; you don’t have to decide. But if you think you’d like to be Sir’s Pet, we can make that happen. Nothing intense tonight, though.”

“I don’t think I can slip into Little headspace. Not yet.”

“Well done for telling me.” He moved to her other arm and washed it. Then he ran the cloth over her chest. He didn’t ask permission, just started to clean her breasts. She sucked in a breath as he ran the cloth over her nipples.

“My girl is sensitive, isn’t she?”

“Y-yes.”

She didn’t want to tell him that she’d only had sex with other men to see what it was like. Once in a seedy hotel, she’d lost her virginity. She was pretty sure that asshole hadn’t realized that she was a virgin.

And as she’d left, she’d taken his wallet.

Oh, she’d justified it because he was an asshole. She’d only been nineteen and he’d been in his forties.

He’d also been married. She hadn’t known that until after she’d left and checked his wallet to find a picture of his wife and kids.

Then she’d thrown up.

For years after, whenever she thought of sex, she’d feel queasy.

Her next encounter had been in the bathroom of a bar. She’d been there watching someone and had been fake-flirting with a guy at the bar to help her cover story.

Somehow, she’d ended up in the bathroom with him for a quick fuck.

It had been . . . uninspiring.

But at least that guy hadn’t been married.

So yeah . . . her experiences of sex weren’t the greatest. But at least she didn’t feel like vomiting right now so she was going to take that as a win.

“That’s good to know.”

What’s good to know? Holy. Heck. She hadn’t said any of that out loud, had she?

“It’s good to know that you’re sensitive there so we can take some care. Although is it due to where you are in your cycle?”

“My cycle? I’m not biking anywhere.”

His lips quirked as he moved the cloth down her stomach toward her pussy. But he didn’t reach between her legs. Instead, he just washed her stomach with gentle, soft strokes.

“Your period. Menstrual cycle not a bicycle.”

Oh, dear Lord.

Was it possible to die from embarrassment?

Please.

She slid under the water, holding her breath.

Yeah. This was better.

Not perfect. But maybe she’d just stay under here. Could they make her a snorkel that she could use to breathe? Perhaps send some food and water down it and warm up the water once in a while.

She could make a nice life down here.

Suddenly, hands grasped hold of her and forced her up and out of the water.

Drat.

So much for hiding in the bath.

She kept her eyes closed, even as water dripped down her face. A soft towel was pressed against her face.

“Open your eyes, please.”

Darn it.

He might have said please, but she could hear the order in his voice. Opening her eyes, she decided she just wouldn’t look at him.

But he wasn’t having that. Instead, he turned her head toward him with his finger under her chin.

“I’m guessing that was about you being embarrassed. But, one, you don’t have to be embarrassed around me. About anything. And, two, I don’t want you to slip under the water like that. It’s dangerous.”

“It’s two feet of water,” she said. “I wasn’t going to drown.”

“Don’t do it again.” His voice had grown even sterner so she nodded.

“Yes, Sir. Or yes, Daddy. I’ll accept either.”

Cripes.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. I’m going to wrap your hair up so you don’t get too cold while I finish cleaning you. Where are you in your cycle?”

It was said so casually that it took a moment for her brain to catch up.

“I . . . um . . . what?”

“Where are you in your cycle?”

After wrapping her hair up, he slid the stool down toward her feet and picked up one leg, setting it on the side of the bath.

Then he started washing it with long, slow strokes.

Wow.

That shouldn’t feel so good.

But it did. And she wanted him to move the cloth higher and higher.

Please.

But he set that leg down in the water and reached over to lift up her other leg. He had to lean over the bath to wash that leg, and she couldn’t stop staring at him. He had such muscular forearms.

Who knew that forearms could be so darn sexy?

Well, they were.

“Um, well, why are you asking me that?” she asked.

“Because I want to know everything about you? Because the more I know about you, the better I can take care of you. And that’s all I want.”

Dear Lord.

Hard to argue with that.

Huh. Where was she in her cycle? That was the magical question.

“I’m not really sure.”

Did she sound like an idiot? She was certain that she did. But she couldn’t remember when she’d last had a period.

But all he did was nod. Then he ran the cloth up between her legs. She let out a small gasp as she felt it brush against the lips of her pussy.

Holy heck.

Her entire body heated and she wanted more. It brushed against her pussy again and she found herself parting her legs while biting back a groan of pleasure.

It wasn’t enough, though.

She had never been turned on like this before.

The cloth must have slipped then, because instead of feeling its slight roughness against her pussy, she felt his fingers.

Oh no.

It was nearly too much.

“My poor girl. Do you need to come?” he murmured.

God. Yes.

She wasn’t sure she’d ever been this turned on before. And all he’d done was wash her.

A small whimper escaped. “I . . . I can’t . . .”

“You can’t what? You can’t come? Or you can’t tell me that you need to come?”

“B-both?”

“Hmm. You don’t sound too sure. I wonder if I pressed my finger inside you whether you’d be all creamy for me. Would you?”

Who spoke like this? It wasn’t normal, right?

“I . . . I . . .”

“Are you wet for me, Pet? Do you need me to make you come so you can feel better? Tell me what you want and I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”

If only things were that simple.

“I . . . I . . . please,” she begged. “I need to.”

“Such a perfect, beautiful girl. You don’t need to do anything else except remember your safeword and say it if you need to. Do you promise to do that?”

“Y-yes!” she cried.

“You’re doing so well. I am so proud of you. I want you to close your eyes. That’s it. Just close your eyes and listen to my voice. Can you do that?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said. It was strange how calling him that seemed to take some of the tension from her shoulders.

It made it easier to obey him.

“Now, all you have to do is what I tell you. I don’t want you to think or to hesitate. If you’re uncomfortable or scared then say your safeword. There will never be any repercussions. But otherwise, do what Sir tells you, Pet.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’re so beautiful. Such a precious, gorgeous Pet for me. Sir is very pleased with you.” As he spoke, he ran his hands lightly over her body, along her arms and then down over her chest.

When he reached down past her stomach to her pussy, she moaned.

“That’s it. Let Sir know how much you like his touch. I don’t want you to hold back. Give it all to me, Pet.”

She tensed.

She wasn’t sure she could give him everything. Lord, she hoped she could please him.

He took off the towel from her head, then wrapped his hand around her hair and tugged. “Uh-uh. No thinking. I want you to just listen and obey. Be a good pet and you’ll be nicely rewarded.”

Listen and obey.

She should be good at that since she’d had that beaten into her.

No. She wasn’t going to think about that right now.

“Yes, Sir.”

“My good girl.” He let go of her hair and then she felt his fingers at her mouth.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded.

As she parted her lips, he pressed his fingers into her mouth.

“Get them all nice and wet for Sir.”

She wasn’t sure why she had to wet them when she was floating in water he could use, but her job wasn’t to think.

Listen and obey.

So she ran her tongue around his fingers, wetting them as much as she could.

“Well done, Pet,” he praised her.

She preened.

Dear Lord. Really? She was preening over that?

Something soft pressed against her mouth.

Oh. His mouth. He was kissing her. She parted her lips, letting him slip his tongue into her mouth to play with hers.

Damn.

If she had to pick who was a better kisser between Salem and Alexei. . . yeah, there was no way she could do it.

Or would want to for that matter.

As he kissed her, he ran his hand down her body. The logical part of her wanted to point out that he didn’t need her saliva on his fingers.

But she supposed that wasn’t the point.

And besides, talking meant that she’d have to stop kissing and she didn’t want to do that.

He ran his fingers along her slit, then drew his mouth from hers.

A low moan of protest escaped and she opened her eyes to glare up at him.

“Were you given permission to open your eyes, Pet?” he asked calmly.

Oh heck.

“No, but I⁠—”

“Then best you close them again, don’t you think?” he asked.

She slammed her eyes closed.

“Now, because you broke the rules this is going to become more difficult for you, I’m afraid.”

What? What was going to be more difficult?

He ran a finger over her swollen clit.

Oh God.

She arched back, raising her hips. That felt sooo good.

He flicked his finger back and forth. Back and forth.

Her arousal grew. She needed more. She pushed her hips up again, feeling the water brushing against her sensitive skin. Reaching down, she grabbed his hand.

“More. More.”

“Uh-uh, put your hands on the side of the bath and keep them there. No touching.”

That was sooo mean! All she wanted was for him to increase the pressure of his touch.

To move his finger faster.

Why wouldn’t he do that?

“Now, your punishment for opening your eyes without permission is that you don’t get to come until I give you permission.”

What?

Nooo.

Tamsyn had spent enough time in BDSM clubs and read enough books about Doms and subs to understand it was a thing.

But she didn’t think it would happen to her.

Especially not the first time that someone planned to give her an orgasm. She’d only experienced them with her own hand and honestly, they hadn’t been all that good.

She’d been starting to think that all the books and movies were lying to her.

Until meeting these guys.

Because she was certain that if anyone could give her an amazing, mind-blowing orgasm, it would be these guys.

“Nooo,” she moaned. “That’s so not fair.”

“Well, next time you might remember to do as you’re told,” he replied without sympathy.

Should she tell him this was going to be her first real orgasm? But that might mean explaining about her other sexual encounters.

And that really wasn’t something she wanted to discuss.

“No thinking,” he ordered, lightly slapping her pussy.

It didn’t hurt and the impact was lessened by the water. But, oh, she could go for more of that. For anything . . . she just wanted him to touch her.

“Please,” she moaned.

“My poor girl,” he crooned. “You’re so wound up and now you have to wait to come. That’s going to be so hard.”

“So will you let me come now?” she asked hopefully.

Surely, he wouldn’t be so cruel as to say no?

“No.”

Drat.

So mean.

He slid a finger inside her suddenly and she gasped. Oh. That felt so good.

“More, please. More.”

“More? I’m afraid you only get more when I want you to have it. Because you’re not in charge right now. You’re my pet for me to play with. To admire and tease and discipline. All mine.”

Damn.

That made her melt.

God, she wanted to be his.

“Please,” she begged as he added another finger into her pussy and started to slide them in and out.

Oh. God.

Nothing she’d done to herself had ever felt like this.

He used his thumb to toy with her clit. How did he know just how to touch her?

Experience.

Uh-uh.

Nope.

She wasn’t going to think about all the women he must have been with. She was just going to lie here and feel.

“I want you to cup your left breast, hold it up for me,” he ordered.

Well.

There wasn’t much to cup. But she was ever obedient. So she cupped her breast, holding it up for him. Then something warm and wet surrounded her nipple.

Another moan of pleasure escaped her.

He ran his teeth lightly over her nipple, then sucked on it firmly.

Oh heck.

Could she come now? She was so close. She could almost touch it.

“Uh-uh.” His finger on her clit stilled. “No coming without permission. That will get you a far harsher punishment if you disobey.”

“What could be harsher?”

He let out a small chuckle. It sounded so evil.

She loved it.

Oh, she was definitely screwed up.

“Just you wait, Pet. I’m sure you’ll earn yourself some punishment. You can’t help but push boundaries, just to see if someone will live up to their word. And I always live up to my word.”

His fingers started moving again before she could fully register just how much he already knew about her. Probably best that she didn’t think about that.

Because it would be too alarming.

So she let him tease her, taking her higher and higher.

“Oh. Oh. I need . . .”

“What do you need?” he asked as his fingers stilled again.

It wasn’t fair.

She’d been so close. Couldn’t he just forget about her punishment and send her flying?

She was panting and her body felt like it was on the edge of something big. Her skin was too sensitive, her nipples too tight.

“Please,” she begged.

Tamsyn wasn’t sure that she liked being turned into this pile of begging mush. Or that he’d done it so easily.

He was evil.

There was no other way to describe it.

“I want you to ask me for what you need,” he murmured, leaning over her. She had let go of her breast earlier to grasp hold of the bath. Otherwise, she’d been certain that she’d slip under the water with all the thrashing around she was doing.

Lord knew how much water had spilled onto the floor of the bathroom.

She’d worry about that later.

After she came.

Could she actually ask him to come, though?

She didn’t think she could.

Then his free hand cupped her breast and he lightly pinched her nipple. She nearly opened her eyes again as she groaned.

How could she feel that in her clit? And why did it feel so good?

“Be a good girl and ask for what you need,” he murmured. “Beg me.”

“Are you . . . is this making you . . . um . . .”

“Are you asking if I’m hard, Pet?”

A squeak of surprise escaped her. Was she asking him that?

Um. Yep.

She thought she was. She nodded.

“Then ask me,” he prodded.

Oh, dear Lord. What had she started? Why couldn’t she have just kept quiet? Maybe she could have come by now.

Idiot.

“Ask me, Pet. You have to ask for what you want.”

Urgh.

That seemed so unfair.

“Can’t you just tell me?”

“No. Open your eyes.”

Shoot, she’d rather liked having her eyes closed. She knew she could open them at any moment, but it made it easier to let go of her fears and worries and just be in the moment.

She stared up into his beautiful hazel-colored eyes.

“Ask me.”

“Are you hard?” she spat the words out so quickly that you could barely understand what she’d said.

But he must have gotten the gist of it, because he nodded.

“Yes, Pet. I think it would be impossible to touch your naked body and not be hard.”

Holy moly.

Now she wanted to see him. To touch him. How hard was he? Could she make him come?

“I want to touch you.”

“Not this time,” he told her. “But one day soon. I promise. But you’ll be a good girl when the time comes and do exactly as I tell you.”

Her lower lip dropped out on a pout. “What? You mean that I won’t get to deny you an orgasm until you beg for it?”

He grinned. He looked so much lighter when he smiled. As though the weight of the world had lifted off him and she made a vow then to make him smile as much as she could.

“I’m afraid not, Pet.”

“That doesn’t seem fair,” she muttered.

“That’s why you’re the Pet and I’m the Sir.”