Juliet
“I’m proud of you,” Daddy says as he washes my hair later that night.
I’m playing with a stack of cups, filling them with water and seeing if they will float. But Daddy keeps pouring water over my head, causing them to tip over. “Thank you, Daddy,” I murmur.
The massage on my head felt amazing, but when he washes the rest of me, I forget about the cups entirely and concentrate on his fingers dancing over my nipples and then teasing between my legs.
I’m trembling with arousal when he lifts me out of the tub and I’m nearly panting as he towels me off, wraps the towel around me, and works through the tangles in my hair. “I borrowed some scissors from Leah if you want me to trim it while it’s wet.”
“Really?” I look at him in the mirror.
“If you’re willing to take that kind of risk,” he teases.
“You’ll only take off a few inches, right?”
“Not even that if I can avoid it. Just a trim. Promise.”
“Okay.”
“There’s just one caveat.” He’s got a wicked smile that makes me shiver.
“What’s that?”
“You’ll have to give up the towel so you can stand straight and I’ll be able to make sure I don’t end up cutting crooked.”
I giggle. “You want me to stand here naked?”
“Yep.”
“That seems a bit unfair. You never get naked,” I point out, hopefully.
He shrugs. “Take it or leave it.”
I drop the towel and hand it to him. If he wants me naked, so be it. My best offensive move is nudity. Eventually, I’m going to wear him down and he’ll take off his pants.
Daddy rolls his eyes as he sets the towel aside and turns me to face the mirror. “Hands at your sides. Don’t move.” He combs through my hair again, making sure it’s hanging perfectly down my back. It almost reaches my butt and I squeeze my lower cheeks together when he slides his hand against them to lift the first section of hair.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
He smirks. “Little late to ask that now, don’t you think?”
I grin. I don’t care. He can’t really make it worse and he’s not cutting off enough for it to matter. I’m enjoying the attention and the fact that the front of his loose yoga pants is tented.
“There,” he declares after fussing with my hair for several minutes. He hands me a mirror and then shuts the bathroom door.
I’m confused for a moment until I see the full-length mirror on the back of the door.
“Take a look.” He angles me so I can lift the mirror and see his work.
I shift the smaller mirror all around, grinning. “Daddy, you have a second calling.”
He chuckles. “I don’t think I’ll quit my day job. Dancing is more my thing, but if it makes you happy, I’ll trim your hair from now on.”
I set the mirror down and throw my arms around him. “Thank you.” I’m kind of teary.
He leans me back and wipes my eyes. “What are the tears for, baby girl?”
“Because you’re so good to me. You cut my hair so I won’t have to go to the salon, and that means the world to me.”
He hugs me tighter. “My pleasure, baby girl. Any time. I live to make your life easier.”
I meet his gaze. “Except also you want me to come out of my shell and rejoin the planet more too.”
“Yeah. That’s true. But it doesn’t mean you have to do unnecessary things like go to a hair salon that would be filled with people you don’t know. I’m not an ogre,” he jokes.
I grin. “You understand me.”
He smooths a hand down my damp hair. “I’m trying to, honey. You might have to nudge me sometimes to help me understand something, but I think I’m a pretty good judge of what’s completely outside of your comfort zone and what I should encourage you to try.”
I hug him closer again. My heart is soaring. “Hair salons are not on my list.”
“Didn’t figure they were.”
“I do okay when you’re with me,” I point out, talking to his chest. I’m beyond aware that I’m naked and he’s fully clothed.
He strokes my cheek. “Look at me, Juliet.”
I lift my gaze again, setting my chin on his chest.
“I want the world for you, Juliet. I want you to be happy. My job is a fine line. I want you to be capable and independent because no matter how much I wish I could promise you I will always be here, we know I can’t promise that. Things happen. The world is unfair. I want you to be able to live a full and happy life if anything ever happens to me.”
I’m so choked up that I can’t even blink.
“On the flip side, I want you to let me take care of you. I want you to be completely dependent on me because it pleases me and warms my soul to nurture you and give you the moon. Do you see the conundrum?”
I nod slightly. “Yes, Daddy,” I murmur.
“So, I’m asking you to trust me to make choices that you might not like sometimes. They’re for your own good and my peace of mind. Do I need to force you to go to the beauty salon? No. Because if you never enter another one again as long as you live, you’ll be fine.”
I smile through the tears.
“But I will ask you to leave the house with me to go to the grocery store. I know it’s out of your comfort zone, so I’ll go with you. You won’t have to leave my side. But I will encourage you to find the courage to talk to the clerk at the checkout and ask for things you can’t find.”
I stiffen at the idea, but I nod again. He’s right. He gets me.
“I’m doing you a disservice by allowing you to hide away from the world and never leave the house.”
“Amy and Leah don’t leave the Ridge very often,” I point out.
“True, but Amy and Leah are capable of leaving the resort. They drive. They can go into town if they need to. I’m sure Craig and Foster are extremely protective and strict, but Amy and Leah could take care of themselves. Do you see the difference?” he asks gently.
“Yeah…” I get it. I just don’t like it. “But the world is scary and bad things happen.”
He cups my face. “Bad things do happen, baby girl. Every day. There are no guarantees. But if you spend your entire life living in fear of bad things, you’ll never get to enjoy the good things.”
“Couldn’t I just stay home with you? You’re a good thing. I’m happy when I’m with you.”
He smiles. “And I’m so glad you’re happy with me. I hope I can be there to make you happy until I’m a hundred and twenty. But what if I can’t?”
I sigh. “Okay. I’ll try.”
“Yep, because I’m going to pick up the game, baby girl. I’m going to nudge you to do things you don’t want to do. You’re going to trust me to decide which experiences are important and which are not.”
“Yes, Sir.” I know this is important. It’s keeping him from fully claiming me. It’s keeping his pants on. “You’re bribing me with sex,” I point out.
“Yep.”
“That’s cruel.”
He grins. “That’s life. Little girls who do what they’re told for their own good get rewarded. Little girls who stomp their feet and pout and hide in their room do not.”
My heart is pounding. I’m scared and excited at the same time. I think I like this new side of him. He’s not going to be a pushover. I know I’ve manipulated him for three years, but he’s not going to let me do it anymore. I’m nervous, but he’s right.
“Do Little girls who pout and stomp off get punished?”
He threads his fingers in my hair and tugs it back, tipping my head farther. “You’re going to find out, my sassy Juliet.”
I shiver and grip my butt cheeks together, remembering the time he spanked me. I kind of want him to do it again. This time it won’t be so unexpected.
He grabs my shoulders. “Right now, I know a Little girl who needs to get in bed while I shower.”
“Can it be your bed, Daddy? And can I be naked?”
He groans as he spins me around and directs me into his room. “Stay.”
I watch as he steps into the adjoining yellow room and returns a moment later with something in his hand. It’s got a lot of material for a nightie, and my suspicion is confirmed when he holds it up. It’s a pair of footed pajamas. Off-white with tutus all over them.
I laugh. “You don’t like my nighties?”
He squats down in front of me to put a pair of panties on me and then lifts me up to sit me on the edge of the bed so he can tug the jammies up my legs. “I love your nighties, baby girl. And I’ll fully enjoy seeing them on you after I’ve been inside your body. Until then, you have two choices.”
I lift my butt so he can pull the jammies under me. “What are my choices, Daddy?”
“You can either wear something that covers every inch of your delectable body and sleep with me, or you can wear your see-through, skimpy nighties and sleep in your own bed.” He helps me put my arms in the holes and then zips me up like a mummy.
I giggle. “You slept with me last night and I didn’t even have panties on.”
He taps my nose. “Nope. You slept. I stared at you and willed my cock to behave.”
My face heats as my jaw drops. I’m stunned but also rather pleased that he’s so affected by me.
“Now, climb into bed and I’ll join you after my shower.”
I crawl up and lie down in the middle of the big bed. “Are you going to touch yourself in the shower? Because that’s not fair. I can’t possibly touch myself with this mummy suit on.” I pluck at the front of it.
He groans. “Your sweet mouth often shocks me, Juliet.” He leans over and kisses me.
“You didn’t answer my question,” I call out as he walks away.
“Nope.” He shuts the bathroom door.
I giggle when I hear the lock engage. And then I flop onto my back and groan. There’s no way I can possibly masturbate and risk him coming back into the room before I finish. Plus, he’s left me needy and aroused. Damn him. He’s been teasing me for an hour.
Is he doing it on purpose? I shudder. What if he doesn’t touch me again like he did last night until I meet his requirements? I’ll die if I have to wait much longer to have sex with him.
Heck, I don’t even know for sure what his requirements are. He wants me to go to the grocery store with him? Fine. What else? What do I need to accomplish to prove to him that I’m capable of taking care of myself and convince him that I’d rather not?
I sigh. Darn. I better find a way to face a lot of my fears and fast. My sex life literally depends on my ability to come out of my shell.
I listen closely as the water runs. I don’t know how long it takes Daddy to masturbate, but I have no doubt he’s got his hand wrapped around his erection, and I wish he would let me watch. I want to see how big he is and what a penis looks like when it’s erect. Who am I kidding? I’ve never seen one not erect either.
Is it true that erections come in all different sizes and that they lean to one side or the other? From what I’ve read—and it’s been a lot—men like all different things. Some like to be sucked in deep. Some like to come in a woman’s mouth. Some like her to swallow. Others don’t. Some like a little bit of pain from the grazing of teeth. Others hate it. Some like their balls played with and sucked. Others prefer their balls be left alone.
Ugh. How am I supposed to know what to do when the time comes? I think I’ll ask him. It will drive him batty if I ask him a bunch of questions about sex. It’s only fair. Why should I be blindsided when he finally agrees to make love to me?
The bathroom door suddenly opens, making me jump.
Daddy’s gaze is narrowed as he approaches the bed. He’s wearing low-hanging, gray sleep pants and nothing else. His chest is chiseled perfection. He’s all muscle. Not an ounce of fat on him. A dancer’s body.
“I startled you,” he points out as he climbs onto the bed and hovers over me. “Were you deep in your head, or were you rubbing your pussy?”
I flush. “Daddy…”
He lifts a brow. “Simple enough question.”
I sigh. “I was deep in my head. I’m too embarrassed to touch myself in front of you.”
A slow grin. “Is that so?”
I lick my lips. “Yes.”
“You didn’t have any problem tormenting me with all that talk about using several sex toys when you’re alone in your room.” He lifts a brow, challenging me.
I shrug. “I knew you wouldn’t come in. You told me so.”
He drops onto his hip, takes my hand, and threads our fingers together before bringing my knuckles to his lips and kissing them. “You’re right. I will never go back on my word. You can trust me on that, baby girl. I really did want you to have the chance to explore without me meddling. I would never come into your room after I said I wouldn’t.”
“I know,” I whisper. Trusting him has never been a problem.
Then why don’t you trust him to decide when you should leave the house?
I shake that niggling problem to the side.
He rubs my knuckles against his lips. “Did you try all the toys?”
My face heats and I glance down. “Yes,” I murmur.
“Did you like any of them better than the others?”
I shrug. I like his mouth better than all of them. He blew my explorations right out of the water last night.
He grins. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me. But now that I know you’re embarrassed by the idea of making yourself come while I watch, I’m going to be determined to insist you do so one of these days.”
My eyes shoot wide. “You want to watch me?”
“Absolutely.”
I shake my head. “No way. I could never do that.”
“Sure you could.”
I narrow my gaze. “Please tell me this isn’t on the list of things I have to do to get you inside me.”
He chuckles. “Of course not. And there isn’t a list, Juliet. I’m not going to grade your performances and then withhold sex because you got a C.”
“It sounds like it, Daddy.”
He shakes his head. “Nope. I just need to feel like you’re willing and able to do the things that are mandatory to take care of yourself in life. When I believe you’re serious and you’ve proven you’re going to work on life skills, I’ll gladly shift back to full Daddy mode.”
He kisses my nose. “But you’ll always need to be prepared for a challenge. I’ll spring them on you when you least expect it.”
“Okay…” I say as if he’s suggested I walk to school barefoot in the snow.
His gaze trails down my body. “This is the most clothing you’ve had on in years.”
I giggle. “I think I’m going to suffocate. Are you sure you like me in this?”
He shakes his head. “I hate it. It’s hideous. You’re never wearing it again.” He reaches over to turn off the lamp, pulls the covers up over us, and drags me against his chest to spoon me like last night.
I’m giggling from his last comment. “I could take it off,” I suggest.
“Not a chance. It’s like a chastity belt. It’s working perfectly.” He kisses my temple.
I clear my throat and decide to keep this conversation going. It might work out in my favor. “Can I ask you some questions about sex?”
I love how he stiffens and stops breathing. “Yes…” he says hesitantly. “You can ask me anything, Juliet.”
“I’ve read a lot,” I inform him.
He groans. “Before you go any further, can I just point out that sex is probably not like what you read in romance novels?”
I grin. It’s kind of fun getting under his skin. He can’t see my expression with me facing away from him. “I don’t mean romance novels, Daddy. I mean like research.”
He draws in a long breath. “Okay. Do you need me to go over the birds and the bees with you?” he teases. I know he’s trying to keep things light.
I reach around to swat at him. “No, Daddy. I need you to tell me what things you like so I’ll be prepared.”
His heavy breathing hits my neck. “Uh, no. You don’t need to worry about that right now, Juliet. Trust me. It won’t be a problem.”
I twist in his arms so I can face him better in the dim light of the nightlights, determined. “But men like all different things. Some like to be held gently. Others like more pressure. Some like to be sucked, and—”
He claps a hand over my mouth and narrows his gaze. “Juliet…” he warns in a firm voice. “That’s enough. I know you’re trying to goad me into having sex with you. It’s not going to work. When the time comes for you to get acquainted with my cock, it will come naturally. No need to fret about it today. Understood?” He lowers his hand and kisses my temple.
I love how heavily he’s breathing. I love that I affect him. I love everything about him.
“Go to sleep,” he demands, angling me so that I’m facing away from him again.
I can’t resist one last taunt. “Is it true that penises come in all different shapes and sizes and lean to one side or the other?”
“You’ll never know.”
I can feel his smile spreading against my neck, and I can’t help but giggle. Perfect answer.