Avery
I bolt awake and sit up so fast that I’m panting. My gaze jerks around the room. The sun is pouring into my bedroom. Andrew is not next to me.
For a moment, I wonder if I dreamed the entire thing and shudder. A glance down reminds me I’m naked, so that’s something I couldn’t have dreamed. When I inhale, I smell coffee and smile. Can’t dream that either.
I relax as I hear footsteps on my stairs, and my heart stops when Andrew steps into the room. He’s holding a mug of coffee. He looks good enough to eat. He’s obviously been up a while. His hair is wet and he’s got on clean clothes. He has showered and been home before coming back.
Thank God I didn’t wake up while he was gone. I might have panicked.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he says as he sits on the edge of the bed.
“Is that for me?” I point to the coffee.
He chuckles. “I thought about it for a while, trying to decide if I was going to let you have coffee. What twelve-year-old girl drinks coffee? But then I noticed the assortment of creamers in your fridge and decided it would probably be cruel and unusual punishment if I took away your caffeine vice. So, yes.” He holds it out.
I draw in a deep whiff of it and take a sip, moaning. “Thank you. And yeah, you’re going to have to put coffee on the list of things outside of the norm for a Middle.”
“I’m glad there’s a list.” He sets a hand on the other side of my thighs. “You can write it all down for me.”
I take another sip and breathe out a relieved sigh. He’s going to be strict, which I crave, but he’s also going to be reasonable, which I’m happy about.
When my brain starts fully functioning from the coffee intake, I meet his gaze. “You’re still here. I mean, you obviously went home and came back, but…” I’m reeling. Is this happening? We said and did so many things last night. We also had mind-blowing sex. I’m not sure I can trust all the emotions this morning.
He laughs. “I assumed you would be asleep a long time. I know you’re not a morning person, especially on the weekends. I went for a five-mile run, showered, dressed, and took stock of your refrigerator.” He reaches up and ruffles my hair.
I wince. “I hope you don’t think you can turn me into a morning person.”
“Nope. It will work out perfectly. I’ll get my workouts in and sort out my day while you sleep. Unless, of course, your chore that day is mowing the lawn. Then I’ll probably drag you out of bed earlier.”
I gasp. He’s teasing, right?
He laughs and kisses me. “How about a bath?”
I shiver. “That sounds amazing.”
“I thought you might think so. I noticed you even have bubbles. I’ll run you a bath and you can luxuriate in there while I fix you some breakfast.”
I scrunch up my face. “I don’t usually eat breakfast.”
He frowns. “Why not?”
I shrug. “I never have time. I have to be at work by seven-thirty during the week. That’s a serious struggle for me. I don’t like that hour of the day. I usually hit my snooze three times before dragging out of bed. There’s never time for breakfast.”
“How on earth can you teach middle school kids on an empty stomach?”
I shrug again. “I usually eat a granola bar after first period.”
He narrows his gaze. “You have every kind of breakfast food in your fridge. Bacon, eggs, sausage, hashbrowns, pancakes…”
I giggle. “You really did take an inventory.”
“I wanted to know you better.”
“Well, then, now you know I often like to eat breakfast for dinner,” I inform him.
He strokes my cheek and leans in closer, meeting my gaze. “Breakfast for dinner is always fun, but from now on you’re also having breakfast for breakfast.”
I groan. “I can’t do that, Andrew. I’d have to get up much earlier. I’m already getting up too early.”
“You’ll only need about ten extra minutes if I cook breakfast for you.”
I sip my coffee, enjoying every drop, pleased that he got the cream ratio just right. I’m coming more alive and alert with each sip too. “Mmm. I can’t ask you to do that.”
He lifts a brow. “You didn’t ask.”
“But…” It all seems kind of overwhelming. Could this really work between us? It seemed like it last night, but now the sun is out, I’m filled with doubts. He’s so young. I’m so… not his type.
Andrew stands and takes my mug from me. He sets it on the nightstand before reaching for my hand. “Come.”
I feel self-conscious as he lures me from the bed. I’m naked. He’s not. It’s daylight. He can see all my imperfections. “Maybe I could meet you downstairs after I get dressed.” I squeeze my legs together and cross my arms over my chest.
Andrew turns to face me, cupping my cheeks and tipping my head back. “I see you doubting everything. Are you regretting our night together? Because if that’s the case, I’ll take a step back and give you space. But I suspect it’s not your own feelings you’re doubting. It’s mine.” He lifts his brow again.
I swallow.
“That’s what I thought.” He leans closer. “I get it. It makes sense. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since we took this hundred-eighty-degree turn in our relationship. It’s reasonable to doubt me.” One hand slides to the back of my head, his thumb still caressing my cheek. “Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want this.”
I don’t hesitate. “I want this.”
“Okay, then give me a chance to prove myself. Let me Daddy you today. Turn the reins over to me in the way you crave in a long-term relationship. Give me the entire day to show you I meant every word I said.”
Can I do this? I’m risking my heart. I’ll be devastated if this doesn’t work out and beyond embarrassed every time I see him if I let him dominate me so totally all day. An evening of playing can be chucked off to a fluke scene together. Being his Middle in the light of day is a different animal.
He continues speaking. “You said you usually spend the weekend in your Middle space, right?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur as if addressing him that way is the most natural thing in the world.
“What would you do today if I weren’t here?”
“Lounge around in childish pj’s, eat junk cereal, watch television, color… Stuff like that.”
“And the papers you need to grade?”
I sigh. “I’d force myself to be an adult later tonight and get them done.”
“Sounds like you’re in desperate need of a Daddy then.” His eyes dance.
I groan. He’s probably right, but I’m loath to admit it. The thought of him instating rules and enforcing them should make me nervous. Instead, I squeeze my thighs together and hug my breasts tighter. My nipples are hard points under my forearms.
His smile spreads. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He takes a step back and holds my biceps. “Lower your arms, honey.”
I shiver and meet his gaze. “I’m nervous,” I admit.
“I know you are, but have I given you any indication I don’t think you’re the sexiest woman alive?”
I shake my head. He has done nothing but admire my body so far. But I’m self-conscious and leery. I don’t exactly have the kind of body most men drool over.
“Drop your hands, Avery,” he commands.
I do as I’m told, holding my breath as my boobs hang free and exposed. My nipples are traitorous tight buds.
“Good girl. Part your legs too.”
I’m still not breathing as I step out a few inches, shivering under his gaze. I lift my face to watch his, finding him staring at me with reverence.
He licks his lips as he peruses me. His voice is deep and low when he speaks. “Damn. You are so fucking sexy. I’m going to tell you that every day. Eventually you’ll believe me.”
I bite my lip. I doubt that.
His gaze wanders back up to mine. “On second thought, I think I’ll give you a bath myself. You need to learn to be comfortable with your nudity around me.” He spins me toward the bathroom and pats my bottom. “Let’s go.”
I gasp. “You don’t need to do that. I can wash myself.”
He grabs my shoulders and leads me into the bathroom. “I’m certain you can, but today I’m going to do it.”
I’m panting as we reach the edge of the tub.
Andrew leans over to turn on the water and put the stopper in. He feels the spray and adjusts it several times until he’s satisfied. Finally, he meets my gaze. “I’ll give you a minute to pee and then I’ll be back. Don’t dawdle.”
I’m stunned as he points to the toilet and leaves the room. He shuts the door with a snick, the sound making me jump. I rush over to the toilet and pee quickly, confident he meant one minute when he said it.
Sure enough, as soon as I flush, he returns. He points toward the tub. “In you go.” He takes my hand to steady me as I climb in. I sigh as I lower into the hot water. He got the temperature just right.
After dropping to his knees, he grabs a washcloth and my favorite floral soap. My heart is racing as I watch him soak the cloth and then pour the soap on it. “You forgot the bubbles, Daddy,” I point out. I can see every inch of me through the clear water. The bubbles will help give me the modesty I crave.
He winks at me. “I didn’t forget. It was intentional. After I wash you, I’ll put the bubbles in and let you soak while I cook breakfast.”
“But…” I squeeze my thighs together under the water, fighting the urge to cover my boobs with my hands.
“You thought you could hide under the bubbles, didn’t you?” he teases.
“Yeah,” I admit on a whisper.
He lifts my arm and runs the washcloth up and down. “That would defeat my entire goal here, honey.”
“Your goal?” I cringe. Why did I ask?
“Yep. It’s two-fold. One, I get to spend time looking at and touching every inch of you. And two, you need to get used to being naked in front of me. I can tell you have a lot of unfounded insecurities. I’ll be chasing those away. You can expect me to keep you naked a lot. I love seeing your perfect body. Eventually, you’ll be able to walk across the room with confidence, knowing I’m hard as a rock as I watch your fucking hot ass and tits exposed to my gaze.”
He grins. His uncharacteristic adult words make me wet, and not from the water. I flush a deep shade of red. As usual.
“That’s my girl. I love it when you blush. Hand me your other arm.”
I lift it toward him, watching his face as he runs the cloth up my arm. He’s in his element. Everything about him screams Daddy. For a man who hasn’t played this role before, he’s impressively good at it.
I’m putty in his hands, a ball of nerves at the same time. I could get used to this. I’m so horny right now I can’t think right. He’s both firm and gentle. After all, he managed to get me into the tub and I’m letting him wash me, totally exposed.
“Are you sure you don’t dye your hair?” I tease, half-kidding.
He chuckles. “You think it might be gray?”
“Yes,” I admit. It’s hard for me to reconcile this younger man so completely dominating me. It’s confusing. He seems older. Maybe I shouldn’t have judged him by his age.
“Nope. This is my real color. I could buy some gray dye if you’d like and use it on the sides,” he jokes.
I giggle. “That might be overkill.”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. You’re not the only woman I’ve met who appreciates an older man. Maybe I’d get more clients if I were seasoned.”
I gasp. It occurs to me his clients surely fawn over him every day. If I were the kind of woman with enough money to hire a personal trainer, I’d hire Andrew just so I could look at his body. I wouldn’t even care about the working out part.
He runs the washcloth down my front next, covering my belly and then back up to wrap his palm around my boob.
I suck in a breath as my nipple stiffens further.
“You grew quieter and rigid. Are you thinking about my clients?”
I nod. “Yes, Sir,” I admit reluctantly. No way am I going to start out this relationship by lying to him.
“Well, you can stop worrying about them. I never date a client. Hard rule. I don’t even think of them inappropriately. I don’t mix business with pleasure. Besides, I haven’t noticed another woman in months, not since I decided I couldn’t take my eyes off you.” He winks.
I struggle to breathe.
He leans back. “Do you want me to wash your hair or pin it up before I wash your back?”
“I can wash it.”
He narrows his gaze. “Was that one of my choices?”
I flush again. “No, Sir.”
He stares at me, waiting.
It needs to be washed. I didn’t wash it yesterday. “You can wash it, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He brushes it over my shoulders and washes my back before taking my hand in his and setting one on between my shoulder blades. “Lean back for me. Let’s dip your head in the water and then I’ll massage your scalp.”
I turn my trust over to him and relax as he lowers me into the water and brings me back up. I’m so very vulnerable. He’s fully clothed. I’m completely naked.
I grab the sides of the tub, only marginally still concerned with my exposed boobs as he begins to rub shampoo into my scalp. I close my eyes and eventually moan.
“Damn, honey. I’m going to want to bathe you every day if it makes you this horny.”
I shiver, well aware my nipples are harder than ever. “I don’t think twelve-year-old girls usually get bathed by their Daddies,” I point out.
He chuckles. “Well, I like bathing you, so you might have to get used to it. Trust me. I won’t always give you a bath. Sometimes I’ll give you a shower. You’ll feel quite a bit older when I’m in there naked with you.”
I grip the sides of the tub harder, picturing showering with him. My first thought is what it might be like to get down on my knees and suck him off under the running water.
I close my eyes, trying to tamp down my growing ardor while he rubs my scalp. His hands are magical. “I could get used to this,” I murmur.
“Excellent. I’d be happy to do it every day.” I shiver as he runs his hands through my hair one last time. “Ready to lean back so I can rinse the shampoo out?”
I slide forward and let him lower me onto my back as he reaches to turn off the water. It’s pretty high in the tub now, and he cups the back of my head gently to keep my face from going under while he uses his other hand to swipe away the suds, carefully not getting any in my eyes.
I stare up at him, mesmerized. Scared out of my mind. This is like a dream. The best dream I’ve ever had in my life. I don’t want to wake up and find out it’s a trick.
After he helps me sit back up, he coats my hair with conditioner and then reaches for the washcloth again. He picks up my foot and runs the cloth up my leg.
I suck in a breath when he gets close to my pussy, but he lowers that leg and picks up the other, leaving my private parts for last.
He finally cups my pussy, lingering, his fingers gliding over my folds and hitting my clit often until my vision blurs. His voice is husky when he speaks. “How often do you shave, honey?”
I swallow, my cheeks heating. No way can I answer that question. I’d be mortified. I know what he means, but I deflect. “My legs? Every other day usually.”
He drops the washcloth and finds my clit with his fingers. His other hand comes to my chin to tip my head back so I’m forced to meet his gaze. “I’m not talking about your legs, naughty girl.” His thumb slides to my bottom lip and grazes it while he continues to strum against my clit.
My vision blurs.
“How often do you shave this soft pussy, Avery?”
Yep. He’s going to make me say it. I wish I were a good liar. I’d rather tell him anything except the truth, though I’m not sure why it embarrasses me to admit. “Not often,” I murmur.
His gaze narrows for a moment and then he looks at me closer, examining my expression. I hate that I’m so easy to read. I’m certain I’m every shade of red.
“You shaved it yesterday. You did it for me.”
I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat.
“Before that?”
I glance away. “Andrew…”
He shakes his head. “Daddy or Sir. Answer me, honey.”
“I wasn’t dating anyone, Sir,” I whisper, my gaze lowering to the spot where he’s still teasing my clit. It’s hard to focus.
He gives my clit a little pinch and releases it before flattening his palm on the bottom of the tub between my legs. His arm is under water up to his elbow. “Are you saying you haven’t shaved in a long time because no one ever saw your pretty pussy?”
I nod, still not meeting his gaze.
“Why is that embarrassing? It’s fucking hot. My cock is hard thinking about you shaving your pussy yesterday because you thought or hoped I might see it. Me. The first man you’ve considered sharing your body with in a long time. I’m humbled and so very fucking horny.”
I finally glance at him. My legs are shaking because he made me so aroused and then stopped touching me.
His brow furrows and he asks me the oddest question. “What age do girls start shaving?”
I lick my lips, uncertain why he’s asking. “Uh, I don’t know. Maybe like twelve. Most girls in junior high shave.”
He grins. “Mmm. Then maybe you’re not quite old enough to use a razor yet.”
I swallow hard and stare at him, eyes wide. “You don’t want me to shave?”
“Nope.” He slides his hand around to cup my face before kissing my parted lips briefly. “You might cut yourself. I’ll do it from now on.”
The shudder that runs through my body is violent enough for the water to slosh. I’m rendered speechless. I’m also breathing heavily. The thought of him shaving me makes me nearly come under the water where he’s not touching me. In fact, my legs jerk together, stopped by his wrist between them.
“Oh, yeah. That’s definitely how we’re going to handle hair removal from now on.” He chuckles. “The idea has your heart rate going through the roof.” He slides his hand down from my face to between my breasts, flattening his palm there.
When his thumb reaches out to flick over my nipple, I jump. If I hadn’t been gripping the sides of the tub, I would have slid under the water.
Suddenly, he releases me.
I’m panting as I watch him remove the razor from the edge of the tub. He stands and puts it in the cabinet. “I assume you didn’t intend to shave today, right?”
I shake my head. “No, Sir.”
“Tomorrow then. I’ll do your legs in the shower and then spread you open on a towel to do your pussy on the bed.”
I can’t breathe. That’s so intimate. He first saw me naked about twelve hours ago and already he has taken over my life, including declaring he will shave my pussy?
I blink at him. I can’t speak.
He lifts a brow. “Understood?”
I nod.
“Words, honey.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He reaches for the bottle of bubbles, turns the water back on, and lets a stream of pink soap drip through the running water for a moment. When he’s done, the tub is filled with bubbles.
“I’ll go fix breakfast while you soak. Don’t forget to rinse your hair off in a few minutes. I’ll come back to help you dry off and get dressed.” He turns toward the door.
I’m still staring at him dumbfounded and horny when he grabs the frame of the door and glances back at me. “Oh, and Avery?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
“Don’t touch yourself while I’m gone. Your next orgasm is mine. Keep your hands away from your pussy and your tits.”
I’m panting as he leaves the bathroom. He doesn’t close the door. He just walks away. Granted, why bother to close the door? The man is in control of everything. Apparently even my pussy.
And damn if I’m not two strokes from coming hard enough to flood the bathroom.