I instantly jerked as I felt the cold substance touch my shoulders, “Relax, Princess. Let me work it into your skin.”
“But it’s really cold, Daddy,” I whimpered, feeling chill bumps raise on my arms.
“I know, baby, but once I rub this all over you I’ll give you a treat. How does that sound?”
I bit my lip again, “What kind of treat?”
He chuckled as he massaged the liquid into my skin, “Something you want...”
“You?” I questioned innocently.
“Not at your parents’ house, Kitten,” he said sternly.
I huffed and pouted. I didn’t exactly want them walking in on us either, but I’m 22, an adult, and my mom already thinks I’m ‘fücking’ him, so what was his real issue?
“Do you pity me, Preston?” I felt his hands rubbing more gel into my lower back and hips.
“Why would you ask that? Turn aroun
