“No more apologies, little one. You made a mistake and you were punished and we will never talk about it again. Understood?”
It shouldn’t be that easy, and I doubt it actually will be in the long run. But I don’t have the energy to argue, so I let my eyes drift closed as we float in the water. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
His praise settles deep in my soul, and I swear it wipes away the last of those lingering doubts and yucky feelings. I have no doubt they’ll arise again from time to time, but for now, I’m Daddy’s good girl and that’s enough.
For a long time, we simply float in silence, until the water cools around us and he begins the process of washing me from head to toe. But when he reaches my poor, welted bottom I can’t help but whimper as the washcloth brushes over my tender skin.
“Shh, baby. It’s okay, Daddy’s right here.”
Clinging to him, I bury my face in his neck as his finger probes my bottom hole. “Daddy,no.”
“Yes, bug. Daddy needs to make sure his babygirl is clean everywhere. Especially this sweet little hole.”
I can’t help but clench at the invasion, soft whimpers slipping past my lips as he forces me to open, to accept his finger.
“There we go,” he murmurs, pushing even deeper inside me. “Now we can get that bottom hole nice and clean for Daddy’s cock.”
Fear ripples through me and my muscles instinctively clench around him. “No! It’s too big!”
Beneath me, his chest ripples with laughter. “As much as I appreciate the compliment, I assure you that it is not too big, baby. Your little hole was made for this. Made to take Daddy’s cock.”
“Nuh-uh!”
He moves his finger in and out of my bottom, and I let out a low whine as pain and pleasure swirl together inside me. “Josie. Look at me, baby.”
I force my head up, force myself to meet his dark, burning gaze. “Y-yes, Daddy?”
“Do you trust me, baby?”
Not once in our time together has he ever asked me that. Even when I gave him my virginity at the tender age of eighteen, he never had to ask. The fact that he does so now, when he’s talking about claiming the last part of me nobody has ever touched fills me with both fear and a love so strong it feels as though my chest might burst from it.
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I reach for the last bit of courage I have left in me.
“Yes, Daddy. I trust you.”
CHAPTER 27
BRAM
Itrust you.
The three most beautiful words in the English language, even more so than “I love you”. Because trust is even more tender, more breakable than love. Trust is sacred, precious, and now that I have Josie’s I swear to myself I will do everything in my power to keep it.
Rising from the tub with her in my arms, I dry us both off as quickly as I can. Every inch of me is on fire, and it has nothing to do with the heat from our bath.
“Daddy?”
Josie’s quiet voice pulls my attention down to her worried face. “What is it, baby?”
“Is… is it going to hurt?”
Scooping her back into my arms, I carry her to my bed, laying her out on top of the comforter so I can drink in every inch of her perfect body. “Yes, baby, it’s going to hurt. But Daddy is going to make it feel good, too.”
Her worried gaze flicks toward the trunk on the other side of the room. “Could you, um…”
“Do you want me to tie you up, baby?”
