Page 9 of Daddy’s Naughty List (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #4)

Chapter Nine

Walt

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” His hand shaking, Walt traced her collarbone with a gentle fingertip. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“I’d start with taking off your clothes,” Susan advised as she stepped into the tub. She settled into the water and let out a groan of pleasure. “This feels wonderful. You should join me.”

“No.”

“Why no?” She reached for a loofah and drew it languidly down one arm.

He didn’t miss the flush of pink on her cheeks or the slight tightening of her fingers on the sponge and wanted to kick himself for making her second-guess herself.

“I mean…” He scrubbed at his unshaven jaw, unable to stop the tremor in his hand. “This isn’t what I intended for our weekend.”

“I know.” She dunked herself under the water, making her hair spread out in a fan surrounded by bubbles. When she resurfaced, she added, “If you were planning to have your wicked way with me, you wouldn’t have put my stuff in a guest room.”

“That isn’t?—”

“I appreciate you for giving me the choice, Daddy.” She turned to face him and rested her arms on the edge of the tub. “You’ll probably never know how much it means to have the opportunity to say no, but I want this. I want us.”

“I want—” He shook his head and tried to focus, but the sight of her in his tub sent his mind reeling with need. “Babygirl, I want too much, and you’re too perfect.”

Laughing, she settled back against the bath pillow. “I’m not perfect. Did you know I smoked pot once? That makes me a criminal, right? Maybe my Daddy should spank me for being a bad girl.”

“Cannabis use is legal in Arizona as long as you’re of age.” He pressed his lips together to suppress a smile as he unbuttoned his shirt. “Which you are. Sorry, baby.”

“Shoot.” She rolled her eyes and sighed. “I’m really bad at being bad, huh?”

“It’s fun to watch you try though.” He resisted the urge to suck in his gut and unbuckled his belt before taking off his jeans and boxers. “Scoot up so I can sit behind you.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She moved forward, giving him enough space to climb in, then sighed happily when he wrapped his arms around her and let her recline against his chest. “I have some other things to add to my bucket list.”

“Oh?” His cock throbbed with his every heartbeat, and he had to clear his throat before he could continue. “What things?”

“I want a bathroom with a tub at least this big, and enough room for a library with a rolling ladder like yours.” She laughed softly and rested her head on his shoulder. “That’s silly, isn’t it? I should just put my e-reader in a waterproof case.”

“It sounds beautiful though.” He brushed his lips over her temple. “Maybe not practical, but beautiful.”

“With a big garden window surrounded by plants.” She pointed at the large spider plant hanging in front of the bathroom window. “Maybe orchids. They’re so pretty, but I’ve never grown anything except corn and beans.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t,” he reminded her, thankful for the conversation keeping his mind off his aching erection. With every word, her body relaxed, becoming supple under his hands, and he was more than happy to let her go at her own pace.

“I don’t say the c-word anymore, Daddy.” She turned to look at him and blinked eyes fringed with spiky lashes. “It’s just a whole lot of things I don’t know how to do yet.”

“That’s my good girl.” Walt tipped up her chin and kissed her, then pulled back before he got carried away. “We’ll buy you an orchid soon. Give it a shot and see how you like it.”

“Mmm.” She closed her eyes and pressed her curvy ass against his groin. “I think I’m liking sharing a bath with you.”

“Me too.” He stroked her shoulders, loving how she arched to meet his touch. “I’d say your idea was positively inspired.”

She turned in his arms and straddled him. Her core brushed against his thick shaft as she lowered her face to kiss him. He groaned into her mouth, trying his damndest to keep still instead of thrusting into her wet heat.

“Fuck me.” He tightened his hands on the edges of the tub to keep himself from grabbing her. “Christ.”

“I’m trying, Daddy.” Susan swiveled her hips, her sweet pussy coming dangerously close to something they wouldn’t be able to take back. He didn’t have condoms in the bathroom, for one thing. And there was no way in hell he’d take her bare and risk getting her pregnant—no matter how much his inner caveman wanted to see her filled with his child.

“Aw, hell, baby.” Holding her tight, he lurched to his feet and stepped out of the tub.

Unsurprisingly, he stumbled, nearly dropping her before he managed to find his footing. Her sweet giggles filled the bathroom as she wriggled free and grabbed a towel.

Slowly, she dried him, her laughter fading as she drew the thick terrycloth over his body. “You’re so beautiful,” she murmured.

“No, that would be you.” He took the towel from her and returned the favor, making sure to squeeze the water from her hair. “I’m just an old cop.”

“You’re not just anything.” Instead of letting him finish drying her, she wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed a path up his chest to his neck. “You’re my Daddy and being your babygirl is better than anything I could put on a bucket list.”

Susan

She wanted to take the words back the minute they fell out of her mouth.

Why did she have to push? Thank goodness he hadn’t seen the last page of her list.

Swallowing hard at the frozen expression on his face, she let him go and took a step back, even though her body protested the loss of his warmth and touch.

Maybe…

Oh, heavens. Walt had seen her scars, and decided he didn’t want her. That was the only explanation for the pained indecision in his eyes.

“I…um…” Tears of humiliation choking her, she scrambled for the towel and wrapped it around her body. “I’ll just go to my room, so I don’t bug you anymore. I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable.”

“If you take a single step away from me, you’ll get the punishment spanking you’ve been asking for.” He jerked the towel away, then grabbed her hand and wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft. “Baby, does this feel like I don’t want you?”

His cock pulsed, and she bit back a soft whine as she shook her head.

“Answer me, Susan.” He thrust into her hand and crowded her against the wall. “Use your words.”

“Yes, Sir. I?—”

“Not Sir.” Walt tugged her hair with his free hand, making her lift her head to meet his steady blue gaze. “What should you call me?”

“D—” She cleared her throat to dislodge the growing lump. “Daddy.”

“There’s my good babygirl.” The stern implacability faded from his expression, and he smiled before lowering his head to kiss her. His beard tickled and she lifted herself up on her tiptoes to deepen their kiss. He eased his tongue into her mouth, swallowing her whimpers of pleasure as her core throbbed with need.

She ached for more. More of his touch. More of his growly voice calling her his good babygirl.

More of everything.

He was just as she’d imagined in her deepest fantasies, and she didn’t want to let go.

Moisture dripped on her hand, reminding her that she still had her fingers wrapped around his erection. She wanted him inside her more than she wanted to breathe but didn’t want to break their kiss.

Instead, she slid her hand down his shaft, slowly jacking him off until he gasped out a soft curse.

“Fuck, baby.” He lifted her into his arms, forcing her to let go of his cock. “Bed. Now.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She wrapped her legs around his hips, crossing her ankles behind his back. “Please.”

Carrying her, he strode from the bathroom. To her disappointment, he set her on her feet, then cupped her face in his warm palms. “Sweetheart, are you sure this is what you want?”

For a moment, Susan considered asking Sierra to use her Domme skills to help her convince a certain stubborn Daddy to behave himself and give her what she so desperately needed. Instead, she twined her fingers through his silvery hair, then said, “I want you more than anything, Daddy. Will you please make love to me?”

After letting out a relieved breath, he tossed the comforter aside, then laid her gently on the crisp cotton sheet. “I have condoms in the nightstand, and a recent health check.”

“Me too, and I’m on birth control.” She resisted the urge to stroke her needy pussy. “We have to get them?—”

“Every six months. I know.”

He eased himself down on the mattress next to her but didn’t immediately touch her. His hungry gaze over her exposed body didn’t help her nerves, but before she could say anything, he drew a callused fingertip down her sternum to the neatly trimmed curls guarding her sex.

The glancing contact sent delicious shivers down her spine, and she lifted her torso in a desperate attempt to make him put his hands on her.

“So pretty,” he murmured. “I can’t decide what I want to do first.”

“May I suggest a condom, Daddy?”

His blue eyes twinkled with amusement as he grabbed a sealed box of protection from a drawer and laid it on the nightstand. “Not yet. I want you to touch yourself first. Show me what makes you feel good.”

Her face flaming, she let him take her shaking hand and lay it on her pussy. She’d touched herself before, but always late at night, under the covers, and with the lights off. Never with an audience.

It was one thing to watch people reach climax in the dungeon, and she wasn’t embarrassed by scenes anymore.

With Walt, everything was different, but she had to know.

“Daddy?”

He didn’t immediately reply. Instead, he lifted her hand to his mouth and sucked her index finger, then placed the wet digit over her clit. “What is it, baby?”

“I…” Unwilling to see his pity or distaste, she squeezed her eyes shut but needed to get the words out. “It’s my scars, isn’t it? You can tell me if they disgust you.”