Page 141 of Daddy's Trust
She tried to reach for the bottle to take it out of his hand, but he frowned down at her.
“Hand down. I’m helping you.”
So bossy. But, to be honest, she was shaking too hard to really hold the bottle of water. She took some small sips and let the cold liquid soothe her throat and take away some of the disgusting taste in her mouth.
Then he pulled the bottle of water away. Reaching into his pocket, he drew out some tissues, which he held up to her nose.
“Blow,” he commanded.
Her eyes widened. He didn’t actually expect her to blow her nose into the tissues while he held them, right?
But the look on his face said that he did.
“Addie, blow now.”
His voice was so stern that she didn’t have much choice but to do as she was told. It was gross and disgusting. But after her nose was cleared, she did actually feel quite a bit better. Her hearing wasn’t as muffled, and she could breathe easier.
He used another tissue to wipe her face, before throwing them away and carrying her to the sink. He grabbed her toothbrush, and after adding toothpaste, held it up to her mouth.
“Open up.”
Really? But when she looked at his face, she could see he was serious, so she gave up fighting and just opened her mouth.
He was careful as he brushed her teeth, far gentler than she’d ever be on herself. As she spat it out, he held her up with one hand around her waist as she stood in front of the mirror.
After rinsing out her mouth, she looked into the mirror. God, she looked like death warmed up. Pale with dark marks under her eyes and a bruise on the side of her face. But there was something she had to do, something that she shouldn’t put off any longer.
“I’m so sorry,” she said croakily.
“You need to stop talking,” he warned her.
She shook her head. What she had to say couldn’t be said through a phone or tablet, it had to be said from her.
“I touched you without your permission. I’m so sorry. Do you feel violated?”
His eyes widened, and he gaped down at her. Somehow it was easier to talk when she was staring at him through the mirror rather than facing him.
But that barrier disappeared as he lifted her, turning her in the air and setting her down on her bottom on the counter next to the sink.
She tried to keep her gaze lowered, but he grasped hold of her chin and tilted her head back, giving her a serious look.
“Is that what’s upsetting you?” he asked. “And before you try to talk again, just nod or shake your head.”
She nodded.
“I thought you were upset because I was in your bed,” he said to her.
She shook her head.
“Right, then listen carefully. You don’t have to be upset about this. I don’t feel violated. I don’t feel like you touched me without permission, or whatever else is going through your head. You were sleepy. You were running your hand over me. And frankly, I have no objection to you touching my cock if you want to. I hope that doesn’t scare you.”
It scared her a little bit, which was odd when it also made her feel relieved. This whole situation had all of her feelings upside down and inside out.
She didn’t know what she was feeling half the time, or if it was even the appropriate reaction.
“I can see it does a little bit. I just want you to know that however you want to touch me, I’m likely all right with it. I mean, if you stuck your wet finger in my ear, or your tongue, or you tried to lick my toes, that might not be okay. But having your hand around my cock, that’s fine. I just don’t want you to be upset about it, all right? No more vomiting. No more hiding.”
She nodded.
