He holds out a hair elastic and I knot my hair on top of my head so it doesn’t get wet-I have too much of it to wash it every day, which he knows-and then I step into the bathtub and lower myself down.
I’m hyper aware of Xavier’s eyes on my body, hyper aware of the fact that this is the first time he has seen me completely naked-at least since puberty-and the awareness of that, mixed with the hot intensity of his stare, is making a pulsing pleasure spread through my body. The warm, wet touch of the water between my legs is like a mouth, and the thought makes my nipples tingle as they contract into hard points. I know Xavier can see them. I’m sure my arousal is written all over my body, and I love knowing that he’s watching me.
He kneels down beside the tub with the sponge in hand, dampening it in the water and adding soap, and then starts scrubbing soft circles on my back.
He moves the sponge over my shoulders and across my chest, then ever so lightly down over my breasts. “You’ve grown up so much,” he says in a thick voice. “I can’t believe how big your breasts are getting.” He drops the sponge into the water, where it bobs and dips in the waves, and starts lathering my breasts with his bare hands. “They’re so big.”
“Do you like them?” I whisper, with every ounce of courage in me. His touch is sending electric currents throughout my body, making my nipples squeeze tight.
“Yes.” He reaches one arm around my back so that he can place a hand under each breast and cups the weight of them, bouncing them slightly as if he were testing them out. “Fuck,” he groans.
“Are they bigger than Mom’s?” My voice is so low it’s barely a whisper, and a red-hot blaze of shame goes through me even though I wanted to say it. Even though I want to know.
What a fucked-up thing to say.
But it doesn’t seem to faze Xavier at all. “Not yet,” he answers, still squeezing and kneading them. “But they will be soon. And they’re so perfect just as they are. So nice and full and firm. I can’t believe how beautiful and grown-up you’ve gotten.”
Keeping one arm around me, breast in his hand, he lowers the other over my stomach and down past my belly button, until his fingers are just a hair’s breadth away from my clit. I take a deep breath, repressing a shudder at the hot, urgent need coursing through me.
“Do you want to have big breasts like Mommy?”
My breath hitches. This is naughty.
“Yes,” I say quietly.
“You will,” he promises. “Soon.” He runs his fingers over my mound as if he’s exploring it. “You’re smooth,” he says with surprise.
“I shave.”
“Good girl.” I can hear the satisfaction in his voice and it makes me beam with pride. I know Melanie always shaved and it’s something I’ve been trying lately. I knew he would like it. He slides his hand down between my legs, one finger running slickly over the exquisitely sensitive nub of my clitoris, and pleasure shocks through me. I tilt my head back as I gasp in a breath.
“Do you ever masturbate, Hazel?” His finger starts making a slow circle around my clitoris as blood rushes down to my private parts. I feel as though I’m swelling and growing against his finger.
“I try sometimes,” I whisper, my voice punctuated by my breathy exhales. “But it’s never worked before. Yesterday was…was the first…”
With one hand kneading my breast, and the other softly drawing out my pleasure between my legs, Xavier has me completely at his mercy. “You never came before yesterday?” he asks. He sounds surprised.
“No.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathes. “We can’t have that. I’m going to have to make you come again. Would you like that?”
“Yes.” I breathe, chest heaving. “Yes.”
“Good.” His finger circling my clit has me right on the edge, and my knees fall open as the same exquisite tension as yesterday bears down on me, making me drop my head back on his arm.
“That’s right, baby,” he murmurs-so quietly and lovingly. “That’s right.” He tightens his hold around me, fingers rubbing lightly around my nipple, and fingers rubbing lightly between my legs. He feels solid behind me, the mass of his strong arm supportive and firm, and it makes it easy for me to fall open against him. “That’s good. This is what you need, isn’t it? Daddy’s going to help you come again.”
It’s the perfect moment. I wish I could crystallize it and hold on to it forever. My absolute pleasure in Xavier’s arms. His caring, doting love all focused on me. I am safe and I am loved, and suddenly there’s a starburst behind my eyes as my whole body contracts and lets go.
“Yes.” Xavier flattens his palms against me as I buck and spasm in his arms, one on my inner thigh and one across my breast, holding me tight. “Yes, baby. Let yourself go. That’s so fucking good. That’s so fucking good. Daddy’s so proud of you right now.”
He kisses my hair just above my ear and another tsunami wave of pleasure rolls through me.
It’s bliss, it’s otherworldly, it’s fucking incredible.
‘Daddy’s so proud of you.’ It’s my favourite thing when we play in this space and I have no idea if I could ever tell him. It’s so wrong. Boyfriend, lover, father. When he’s Daddy, he’s all of those things.