“Turn around, back against me. I’ll wash your hair.” She does as I say without arguing, and her obedience has me just as turned on as her stubborn defiance.
I grab her blonde hair, let water run over it before I add shampoo and massage her head, letting her relax without any worries. I move further down, doing the same on her shoulders.
“Sir, can I ask you something?”
“You can.”
“Is it true? Whatyou said about Matheo?”
My body stiffens. I wasn’t prepared for her to ask questions about it. Foolish of me, she has a curious soul after all. “Unfortunately, it is.”
“I don’t think he has used me though,” she says with asad voice.
“He has probably done exactly that. He would do anything to make sure ourfather and I feel uneasy.”
“But he’s so...kind.”
I pull her hair gently, making a statement. A warning. “Think before you speak, babydoll.” I don’t want this moment to get ruined.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“Good girl for apologizing. I’ll make sure to remember that the next time I please you. Good behavior...”
“Gets rewarded.”
“Exactly.”
I keep washing her hair in silence, making her feel good under my care, my touch. I want her to feel it all the way to her heart. How good I, and I only, can and will make her feel. I’ll take care of all her needs if she just lets me.
“What breakfast do you like?” I ask her, wanting to prepare for tomorrow.
“Waffles with blueberries,” she says.
“Anything else?”
“Maybe some syrup on top, and an iced vanilla latte.”
“If you behave well for the rest of the day, I’ll make sure you get all of it for breakfast on the bed tomorrow. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’re being so good you’re making me hard, Anastasia,” I whisper next to her ear, and her body tenses. I want her to think of my cock, I want her to imagine me fucking her.
Rinsing her hair from shampoo before adding conditioner to her tips, the feeling of keeping her forever settlesin a way that almost terrifies me.
I standup behind her. “Doyou want to stay here and read for a while or go do something else?” I ask, giving her a choice.
“I don’t know,” she shrugs.
“Do you want to stay here or get dressed and cuddle up on the sofa, and watch a movie?” I make her choice easier.
“Watch a movie,” she whispers like she’s holding back tears. “I don’t think I can focus on text right now, my head is too messy.”
I know she’ll break for me soon enough, I just need to have patience. And once she does, I will finally get the chance to show her what it feels like to be someone’s addiction.
“I’ll get some clothes for you,” I say, then I leave the room.
I’ve filled a drawer for her in my room, mostly nightgowns. I know she likes pink but that’s not what I choosefor her today. I want to see her in a crimson red.I pick up another nightgown, one in a deep-red silk. It’ll reach down to the floor, making her look like the princess she is.
