When he released his hold and pulled her into his arms. Essie burrowed her face into the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry!”
“We both have a lot to learn about each other, Little girl. I will not allow you to speak badly about yourself.”
“I didn’t want to hurt you,” she said, sniffing.
“That is sweet of you, however, you take care of Ferguson’s Folly, your new events business, and even other people. Daddy takes care of you. Will you trust me to know my capabilities?”
Essie repeated those statements in her mind. She always acted to help others. That was her personality. Essie never considered that no one was returning the favor. Or that as a Little, her role would be completely different than her running her new company and the estate.
Her shoulders relaxed. A hundred pounds of pressure and responsibility evaporated from her as Essie let go of having to manage both her business and her personal relationship. He wouldn’t let her be in control when they were alone. She had two choices: get her bottom spanked or follow his rules and directions. She wouldn’t even have to think. Relieved, Essie nodded.
“That’s my girl, Essie. Leave everything to Daddy.”
“That’s hard to do,” she whispered.
“But totally worth the effort for both of us. If you feel you’re imposing on me, remember I’m in this relationship for a reason. I want to be your Daddy.”
“Okay.”
“Now, let’s get in the shower and rinse off this dust. Can you step out of your panties as Daddy finishes unwrapping his present?”
She blushed and shifted from foot to foot to kick her plain cotton undies away as he unfastened the back clasp of her bra. “I should have worn something fancier.”
“We’ll choose some Little clothes together. Cute and comfortable rate higher in my book than fancy. I have a few things in mind,” he told her with a sensual smile that boosted the heat inside her. Zander leaned forward to press a kiss to her neck before easing the silky material from her full breasts.
Zander tossed away the bra before cupping her breasts. Sheshivered when he brushed his thumbs over her nipples. “You are so beautiful, Essie. I am a lucky man.”
“And Daddy?”
“The luckiest. In the shower, stand under the water to warm up. Daddy will wash you.” He laid down the law.
“Yes, sir.”
“Yes, Daddy, Essie. When we’re alone, call me Daddy.”
Essie stepped into the shower and glanced over her shoulder. “Yes, Daddy.” To her delight, she looked at the right moment. Zander eased his boxer briefs over the erection tenting the soft material and dropped the garment to the side.
Unable to tear her gaze away from his fully nude body, Essie backed into the spray. Confronted by his obvious arousal, Essie didn’t feel as self-conscious as she had in the past with men. The hunger on his face boosted her confidence.
Pushing aside her self-doubts, she focused on him. Hard work had honed his physique. His arms, chest, and thighs were thick with muscle, making her feel almost silly that she’d worried about him carrying her. And the monster pointing upward against his corded abdomen? She hadn’t seen a lot of penises. Zander’s appeared huge—thick and long.
“What big eyes you have, Little girl.”
“Sorry. I shouldn’t stare.” She forced herself to focus higher on his chest, fighting the temptation to gawk while she attempted to use her peripheral vision to check him out. “We might have a problem.”
“I’ll fit.”
“How did you guess what I was thinking?” she asked as he dispensed some liquid soap on his hand.
“I know you.” The smell of flowers filled the air as he stroked the fragrant substance between his hands. He curled his index finger, beckoning her out of the spray.
Slowly, Essie walked forward. His hands stroked over her shoulders and down her arms, spreading the sweet cleanser across her skin. The suds captured the lingering dust, turning off-white as his hands moved on her. No other man’s touch had aroused her like Zander’s did.
Zander reached around her to rinse his hands. His chest lightly brushed her taut nipples, making them ache. “Daddy….”
“I feel the attraction between us, too, Little girl. This is going to be the fastest shower in history. Close your eyes for me, Essie.”
She hesitated, realizing he’d see her without makeup if he washed her face. Not allowing herself to debate his request in her mind, Essie followed his instructions. His lips brushed her forehead before his hands smoothed the cleanser over her face.
