Chapter 9
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"Come on baby, jump!"
Chaol holds his hands out in the pool and I bite my lip nervously.
"What if you accidentally don't catch me," I ask knowing he wouldn't not catch me on purpose.
"I won't love. Trust me."
Remembering trust is the first step in any relationship, especially a daddy/little girl relashionship,
I close my eyes and launch myself into the deep end.
My feet, knees, and waist are quickly submerged and I wait for the cold feeling to engulf my
entire body, but it never does.
Feeling a familiar grip on my waist, I open my eyes to see a grinning Chaol.
He caught me!
"That wasn't so hard was it?"
I shake me head and let him, wrap my thighs around him.
It must be easier for him to hold me up under water.
I wrap around his front like a koala and let him move us around leisurely for several minutes.
"Are you ready to try swimming?" he asks coming to stand at the shallow end.
I nod and unhook my legs, glad the shallow end only reaches my hips. It reaches Chaol's mid
thigh and I envy his height for once.
It takes about an hour and me almost drowning once to master swimming from one side of the
pool to the other.
I know I worried Chaol when I didn't come up that one time.
I was too afraid to open my eyes with chlorine in the pool and I couldn't tell up from down until
I'd hit my head on the bottom.
Note to self: don't gasp underwater.
I'd come up way late choking ferociously.
Luckily, I had been able to convince Chaol to keep teaching me as long as we spent a few
minutes just practicing opening our eyes underwater.
Once I had mastered that, he taught me a few different strokes and we had even raced a few
times.
He always won of course, but I think if I practice as much as him I'll catch up.
"You did amazing baby girl!"
My boyfriend wraps one of the towels from the chairs around me and props me up in his lap with
his arms rubbing a washcloth up and down what the towel doesn't cover.
"Can we come again tommorow?!"
He chuckles and says maybe.
He had suggested earlier that we make a schedule for activities and we could do the pool three
times a week.
Why not everyday is beyond me.
The elevator opens and we walk hand in hand to the bathroom before Chaol looks at me
uncertainly.
"I want to take care of you," he whispers out.
"I just don't know if I'll be able to refrain from... Touching you."
I know he means in the shower and I contemplate the options.
He could be perfectly innocent in washing me off, but if he's not... I'm his girlfriend anyway
right? I'm already his.
Dropping my towel and turning for him to undo the ties, I say surely,
"I trust you."
He moves my hair over my shoulder and runs his fingers along my bare skin before I feel the ties
being pulled. In a moment, the top has fallen on the floor in front of me and my bottom are
already being moved down.
When I step out of them, Chaol's large hands run up my backside slowly, coming to rest on my
shoulders before turning me slowly.
His breathing quickens as he scans my body, his hands following his gaze. His hands move along
the outside of my breasts, his thumbs brushing along my n*****s before running down my waist
and along my legs.
He places a soft kiss right on my shaved bikini area, not on my lower lips, but where the top of
the hair would be if I didn't stay bare.
Standing again quickly, he rips the towel off his body and shoves down his swim trunks.
I'm unable to move or look at anything when my eyes meet his member.
Gaping, I try to get a measure of it.
"9 long, seven thick," he fills in for me.
What the hell?
How?
I don't have to ask as I'm pulled into the large glass space that sprays mildly hot water.
Chaol picks up a washcloth and squirts some soap on it before taking to my stomach.
He scrubs in circles before working his way up to my chest and around my breasts. My shoulders
and back are cleaned next, followed by my legs until the only thing left is between my legs.
I see that he opted to use the wash cloth this while time in an attempt to keep from touching me
and getting carried away.
The embodiment of a perfect daddy.
The washcloth runs along the insides of my things and up, until my body is squeaky clean and
Chaol begins rubbing conditioner into my hair.
While he does this, I squirt more soap on the washcloth and begin scrubbing him down, deciding
to do all of his front before reaching his back.
I make sure the washcloth is the only thing touching his p***s, but the outline of the quickly
hardening member has me biting my lip.
When we're all done, both of us rush out, knowing what will happen if we stay and we go our
separate ways to brush our teeth and get dressed.
For the first time in a long time I feel worry free for about five minutes.
That is until Lukas comes to mind. I don't like that look he had and guys have serious ego issues
when it comes to being called out. I dont think he's just going to leave Chaol alone so a single
thought runs through my mind; what is he going to do?
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