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- { 𝐱. 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 }>
I held my breath as his Mister Jeon massaged the shampoo in my hair. Pressing my lips closed so I wouldn't let any groans of pleasure escape my lips, I searched for something to say.
"..y-you don't have to do this, Mister Jeon." I spoke quietly, tilting my head back as his fingers scratched at my skull, soothingly. Mister Jeon leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my ear. "I want to, baby. Just relax," He murmured, pressing another kiss to my ear before pulling away.
Whining at the loss of contact, I pouted my lips, looking back at him. He looked down at me, fighting a smile. He tapped my forehead with a single finger, urging me to tilt my head back so he could wash the suds out of my hair. He didn't say much as he applied conditioner into my hair, but the touches to my shoulder, neck, and hair told me he didn't care to do this for me.
God, he was making me fall even harder for him.
Pursing my lips, I corrected myself.
Correction—I had already fallen.
Gently washing through my hair again, Mister Jeon ran his fingertips along my shoulder before standing up from his kneeling position. "Up you get, Sweetheart." He smirked slightly—a challenge, holding a towel out for me.
Fuck me sideways—you big bastard.
Drawing in all of my confidence, I slowly stood to my feet, hands innocently together. Peeking up at him with sweet, wide eyes, I waited. Mister Jeon stepped closer and folded the towel around my body and held my tiny hand in his—helping me out of the tub.
Is this like some form of aftercare?
"Thank you, Mister Jeon." I giggled nervously, my toes twitching. Mister Jeon raised his brow, looking less than please. Finally getting it—I backtracked.
"—I mean—thank you, daddy." I corrected myself, voice sounding sweeter, more innocent. Mister Jeon happily pecked my cheek before intwining our fingers. "Let's get you something to wear, sweetheart."
