Little Problems

Chapter 15

A/N- sorry for the wait. Hopefully this makes up for it ;)

"I really didn't mean for the magical creature's smoke to smell this bad, Daddy." Sang lectured as she sat in the bath. Owen hummed, continuing to scrub her back. "I just wanted to help Sprinkles go back in the Forest."

Though the skunk had sprayed its essence all over the yard, Sang was the only one close enough to the creature to get sprayed on directly, so she smelled the worst.

As soon as Sprinkles had scurried off Owen had quickly grabbed her and held her in the annoying way Luke had earlier that she hated so much. She was shoved into the shower to get most of the smell off and now she was being scrubbed from head to toe in the bath by her Daddy. It was quite nice actually.

"I know, little one." Owen nodded, using the rag to rub across her stomach, ignoring her small breasts entirely.

"So," Sang prompted cautiously, "I'm not in trouble?"

"Oh," Owen dropped the cloth, instead running his hand over her stomach, moving it up to trace around her nipples. "You're definitely in trouble."

What?

"But Daddy!" Owen ignored her words, keeping his gaze on her little breath that were hardening with every touch.

"Daddy." Sang whined for a different reason, leaning forward so her nipples would touch his fingers, but he pulled away, giving her a pointed look. "Don't move."

She whined in the back of her throat but moved back, watching his every move with eager eyes.

Owen's fingers traced around her pointed peaks again, watching with sadistic eyes as she moaned and panted in anticipation. He dipped one of his hands into the water and held it above her breasts, letting the water drip. When they were wet enough, he blew onto them, causing them to get even harder before his eyes.

He chuckled at her need, her hands grasping the porcelain uselessly beneath her. Her eyes closed in anticipation and he stopped his touching, waiting for her to grow impatient. At the creasing of her brows, he bit down harshly on one of her nipples, causing a shocking pain to go down her spine and turn into delicious pleasure.

Gasping loudly, then moaning deeply, Sang grasped his head, holding him closely to her body.

Owen pulled back abruptly at her touch, grinning to himself as he had an excuse to grasp her wrists in one hand after pulling them behind her back. His other hand wrapped around her delicate throat in a harsh grip, her eyes flashing open in shock, fire dancing in them.

"Didn't I tell you not to move, slut?" He whispered tauntingly in her ear, nipping at the side.

Sang moaned loudly, nodding as Owen tightened his grip briefly. "Yes- Yes Daddy."

"But what did you do?" He questioned rhetorically, the low tone still edging his voice. "What did you do?"

"I moved." Sang gasped.

"Yes." He bit into her neck this time, leaving a little mark that would bruise. "You moved like a bad slut."

"No." She whined, shaking her head. "I'm a good slut. Daddy's good slut." Her legs wriggled beneath her as her Daddy's strong hands kept her from slipping too much in the water. Her little clit was pulsating and even through the water she could feel the slickness on her thighs that was too thick to be washed away by the warm liquid. She needed to be touched.

Owen hummed to himself, letting go of her wrists to instead let his hand trail along her thigh. "Good sluts don't move."

Sang nodded rapidly, agreeing with anything he said if it meant he would touch her.