I'm His?

Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

Elizabeth’s POV

Daddy was walking towards his room to give me the bath I tried to avoid while I was tracing the tattoos on his shoulder and neck.

I wonder why do they all walk around shirtless?

Um, never mind.

Reaching the room, daddy walked straight towards the bathroom and plopped my bum onto the counter.

I turned around and faced the mirror behind me.

Yup, still me. The same old green eyes and brown hair, pale skin and a small nose.

Then I leaned back a little, being careful not to fall off and inspected the rest of me.

Perhaps something had changed.

Yep, I had slightly more meat on my bones than I did before. Nothing to complain about, I quite liked it.

Daddy came to stand behind me, wrapped his big arms around me and rested his chin onto my head.

I grinned at him in the mirror and he smiled back.

“Come on now, let’s get you washed up.”

Daddy turned me around to face him and started to take off the humongous shirt I was wearing.

I whimpered, trying to hold the shirt down but he didn’t seem to like it.

“Let go of the shirt, little girl.”

I was a little afraid but still shook my head. There was no way he was going to undress me!

Daddy’s eyes turned seemingly into blocks of ice and his jaw locked. The veins in his neck were showing and his hands were curled into fists, holding the hem of the shirt I was wearing.

“Now.”

My lower lip wobbled as I slowly released the hold on my shirt and in a quick movement he pulled it over my head so that I was left only in his boxers and my own little purple panties with bows.

I ducked my head and covered my chest the best I could but daddy didn’t seem to like that either.

He took a hold of my hands and held them behind my back with only one of his hands, the other was gently sliding over my stomach and sides.

“Never hide yourself from me, baby. You got that?”

I nodded meekly and through my quivering lips pressed out a ‘yes daddy’.

He slowly released my hands and picked me up, pulling down the rest of the clothes I had on.

Now I was sitting on his hip, bare like a newborn baby.

Daddy pressed a kiss to my head and lowered me into the bath that was filled with pink water and bubbles.

I popped a bubble and it made a funny sound so I popped another one. They got me so distracted that I nearly didn’t notice daddy getting a loofa and putting some glittering gel on it.

He started running it over my back and I leaned forward, trying to reach a bubble that was further than the others but it was also bigger.

I had almost reached it when daddy took a hold of my hand and dragged me back towards him so that he could wash my hands.

I pouted, trying to reach for the bubble but daddy’s hands held me back and then suddenly the bubble popped on its own.

My eyes went big and my mouth dropped open in disbelief.

I looked back at daddy and he looked at me, furrowing his brows in confusion.

He closed my mouth and started washing my front.

It was weird having someone else wash me but there was nothing I could do. I could tell him to stop but where would it get me? Nowhere, I would only have a very angry mafia boss on my back. Yeah, not very tempting.

I just sat and stared at him as he washed me and when he finished he stared right back at me.

When I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer I blinked and turned my head to look at the room we were in.

Daddy picked me up onto his hip and took a towel, wrapping it around me. The towel was onyx black and fluffy.

Once he was sure that the towel wouldn’t drop he walked us back into his room and into the closet. Daddy picked some light pink panties - where did he get these?? - from a drawer and a huge black sweatshirt that had a hood.

He put me back onto my feet and dried me properly before letting the towel drop to the ground.

He knelt down and held the panties out in front of my legs so I had nothing left to do but put my hands onto his shoulders and step into the little light pink pants.

After that daddy got up and told me to raise my hands which I did and slid the sweatshirt over my head.

It was so big on me that it ended at my knees and my hands were nowhere to be seen. The hood fell over my head and covered my face.

“Did you turn off the lights, daddy?” I asked, turning here and there with the hood over my face.

Daddy chuckled and took the hood off of my head so that I saw him again.

“Oh hello.”

He only shook his head in amusement and picked me up, walking back into the bedroom.

“It’s bedtime now, baby.”

I gasped and turned to look at him with a pouted lip.

“Already? But I’m not tired yet!”

“Of course it is bedtime, have you looked at the time?”

I looked around the room, trying to find a clock but found none.

“No, what time is it then, daddy?”

He smirked and looked at me with a raised brow.

“It’s bedtime.”

I huffed, realizing I walked right into that one.

Crossing my hands over my chest I leaned my forehead onto his shoulder.

“But I don’t wanna…”

“Well too bad, it’s your bedtime whether you want it or not.”

I opened my mouth to argue but he beat me to it.

“And that’s the end of it.”

Yawning I snuggled myself into his chest and breathed out, defeated.

Daddy climbed into bed with me and situated me on himself, pulling the covers over us.

I wrapped my arms tiredly around his neck and fell asleep.