Maximus

by Cooper McKenzie

  That’s when Annie noticed the bubbles forming over the water in the tub. “You made me a bubble bath?” she asked, a twinkle returning to her pale green eyes.

  “Yes, but if you don’t hurry and get in, all the bubbles will be gone,” Max pointed out.

  Knowing he was right, and that warm water would cool off quickly in the big tub, Annie reached for the waist of her pants. She froze when Max brushed her hands aside and took over. In less than a minute, he had her stripped bare, tossing her clothes on the floor. She could only gape when he pulled his own shirt off and laid it on top of her clean clothes.

  He was beautiful. The muscles rippled under the olive skin as he moved to test the water and pull a towel out from a shelf under the bench. She licked her lips, wishing she was brave enough to kiss her way across every hill and valley, tasting, exploring, claiming every inch of Max’s body for her own.

  She blinked when Max chuckled as he lifted her off her feet, setting her in the tub without any sign of strain. “You’re really strong, aren’t you?” she asked in the soft, hesitant voice she knew was her Little voice.

  “I’m no Mr. Universe, but I can pick up and carry my girl when I want to,” Max said as he turned off the water.

  Annie looked around, but before she could find soap and a washcloth, Max picked up a lumpy cloth ball and dunked it under the water. She realized when he started rubbing it between his hands that the soap was in the middle of the cloth. He then grabbed a hand and started washing her fingers, hand, and then up her arm. Once both arms were clean, he reached for a foot and did the same with her feet and legs.

  Annie had to fight down a moan as his hand moved closer and closer to the apex of her thighs, but not touching her clit, or pussy. Everything down there grew tight, and she wished she was brave enough to demand he touch her, stroke her, get her off. Something to untie the knot that was growing bigger by the second.

  Instead, she allowed him to move on, washing the rest of her body, front and back. He worked quickly, seeming almost clinical as he scrubbed her with the lumpy cloth ball that apparently had soap built in it before using a large plastic cup to rinse her off.

  He took a little longer to wash her hair, his strong fingers massaging her scalp until her entire body went limp. Only then did he turn on the handheld sprayer and rinse her head. When he was satisfied her hair was free of suds, he opened the drain before lifting her to her feet and rinsing the bubbles from the rest of her body. By the time he finished, the water was gone, and only a few bubbles remained on the bottom of the tub.

  Grabbing a towel, Max briskly dried her off, then lifted her from the tub and set her on her feet. He ended up kneeling before her as he dried off her legs and feet. Then he looked at her pussy and smiled. That smile had Annie shivering in response.

  “Spread your legs,” he said, his voice low and dark and full of sexual promise. It was the Daddy voice she had heard in her dreams for so many years. The voice that would lead her down the path to the complete sexual pleasure she had sought and given up on when she hadn’t been able to find it with another man, or on her own.

  Too horny to do anything more than comply, Annie spread her legs shoulder-width apart.

  “Hands on my shoulders,” Max ordered gently.

  Annie set her hands in position, without argument. She knew what was coming, and would happily follow her new Daddy’s directions, especially if it earned her the orgasm she needed.

  When he pushed on the inside of her right thigh, she opened her stance even further, until she felt her pussy lips part. Taking a slow, deep breath, she waited. Her next breath was fast and sharp when Max leaned in and hot breath caressed everything between her legs.

  In the next instant, his tongue, hot and rough against her skin, licked from her back hole forward, dipping into her vagina before moving farther up and stroking over her clit. Annie had to lock her knees and tighten her hold on his shoulders to remain on her feet. She moaned in approval as he swirled the tip of his tongue around the tight knot of flesh that was her clit.

  “Mmmm, ladybug, you taste so good,” he murmured, before going back for more.

  Annie dropped her head forward and watched through half-open eyes as his hands slid up and wrapped around the back of her thighs, just below her ass cheeks. His glossy black hair appeared so dark against her pale skin she could only smile at the contrast. Her breathing grew faster as he lapped up her juices, and she could not contain the moan that burst from her when he slid two fingers deep into her cunt. Her orgasm spiraled, growing bigger and bigger to the point she was not sure she would be able to survive the explosion when it finally hit.

  With two big fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, Annie found herself moving her hips back and forth, fucking herself on Max’s hand.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured, looking up into her face.

  “Daddy, please. I need…” she whispered, embarrassed and unable to finish the thought of exactly what she needed.

  “You need what, ladybug?” he asked with a smile that sent a shiver through her. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and he liked it.

  “I need…to come,” she panted. Her grip on his shoulders tightened further. “Please. Help me come.”

  His smile grew even bigger. “I don’t think so. You can hold off a little longer. Let me tease you a little longer.”

  Max slid his fingers into her pussy, finger fucking her slowly to keep her right on the edge of an explosion. He watched her face, as she fought the need to fly. He lapped at her clit at odd moments, savoring her taste as he drove her closer and closer, but never sending her over.

  “Please, Daddy,” she cried out, bucking her hips, trying to get him to move faster, harder, something to get her over the last edge.

  “Who’s in charge here?” he asked before licking up between her labia and over her clit once more.

  “Da…Daddy’s in charge.”

  “That’s right, Little one. Daddy’s in charge and will always take care of his Little girl, though sometimes I might like to torture you just a little.”

  With that, Max leaned in and licked up more of her juices that now coated his fingers and ran down his hand. Then he licked up and took her clit between his lips and began to suck on it, hard.

  Immediately, the arousal that had been gathering into a ball low in Annie’s body squeezed everything between her legs for a few seconds before exploding. She cried out as the orgasmic bomb sent fiery tingles and convulsions out from her clit, through every nerve in her body all the way to her fingers and toes.

  Max did not stop there. He kept finger fucking and licking, keeping her riding the wave of her release until she had to pull away or melt into a puddle of goo. His fingers remained in her cunt as she knelt, only leaving her when she grabbed his wrist and pulled them away.

  Though she was spent, and relaxed, she still had enough firing brain cells to see his cock pushing hard at the front of his jeans. A cock she wanted more than anything to see, to taste, to touch right now.

  Reaching for his waistband, she popped the button, then slowly, carefully pulled down the zipper. She was not surprised when his cock popped out at her, the length and thickness causing her eyes to go wide even as she licked her lips in anticipation.

  Before he could react, she leaned down and licked up the underside of his cock before swirling her tongue around the head. She moaned softly at the tangy tart taste of the pre-cum that coated the skin. When Max’s hands came down on her shoulders, trying to ease her away, she ignored him.

  Instead, she parted her lips and took the head into her mouth before sliding further down his length. She took in as much as she could, stopping when it hit the back of her throat and she choked. Wrapping her hand around the part that wouldn’t fit in her mouth, she began to slide hand and mouth up and down his length in a coordinated effort.

  It did not take long before he grabbed her head and held it steady. His hips began to pulse up and he fucked her mouth.

 
“Oh shit, ladybug, I’m coming,” he said, his voice deep and rough, just a moment before the first pulse of semen crossed her tongue.

  Annie sucked and swallowed every drop. When he finished coming, she swabbed him clean, then held him in her mouth until he began to soften. The contentment and joy that swelled in her was a new experience. She had been with other men before, but never had she felt anything like she did at that moment. A connection, a bond of exchanging bodily fluids that seemed deeper than anything she had ever experienced before. She wondered if he felt the same.

  Had they really only met the night before?

  She smiled around the cock still in her mouth when Max bent over and laid a line of kisses up her spine. A moment later, he stepped back and straightened.

  By the time Max pulled her to her feet, Annie almost felt stable enough to stand on her own. But he did not release her. Instead, he pulled her close and hugged her. She relaxed into him and gave a big, contented sigh. Only then did he brush a kiss on her temple and release her.

  “That was incredible, Little one. But next time, you need to ask Daddy before you start playing with his body. Otherwise there will be consequences.”

  “Yes, Da…Sir,” Annie agreed before licking her lips.

  After pulling his jeans up and fastening them, he pulled on his shirt before helping her to dress, though he frowned at her undergarments. Once she was dressed, he opened a package containing a brand-new comb, which he used to gently detangle her hair. “Looking good, ladybug,” he said once he finished. “Say good-bye to Spike so we can head out.”

  She giggled when he patted her ass. “Yes, Daddy,” she said, her tone only a little snarky, which earned her a dark look.

  “Annie, to me ‘Daddy’ is a title of honor and respect, so please don’t snark it up,” he said with a bit of steel in his tone.

  Annie nodded. She’d known as soon as she heard the words that she’d screwed up. “Sorry, Daddy,” she whispered.

  Max ran a big hand over her head before sliding two fingers under her chin and lifting her head, forcing her to look directly into his dark as sin eyes. “I’ll forgive you this time. Next time, you’ll earn yourself a few smacks on your bare bottom for disrespecting your Daddy. Now, come on, I need to get to the shop and check on the guys while you get busy rebuilding your dream business.”

  Chapter Seven

  Max walked into his private office early that afternoon, hungry and ready to take Annie out for lunch, only to find his woman collapsed in his chair, sobbing. He hurried around his desk, swept her up, and took her place in the chair. Cuddling her close, he held her tight as she continued crying, slowly calming down until she just sniffled and hiccupped.

  “Who do I have to hurt?” he asked once she lay completely spent against him.

  “The stupid dumb-heads at the insurance company. They’ve lost another form for my business claim. Again. And for some reason, the business claim and the personal claim go to separate departments who can’t seem to talk to one another or share paperwork, which I’ve had to send three times. I’ve sat on terminal hold twenty minutes each time, just to get runaround from everyone I talk to or referred to someone else,” Annie said, sounding defeated. “If I could, I’d go there and punch them, every single one of them, in the stomach.”

  Max chuckled at the visual of Annie walking in and punching people. “No, you won’t do that. I have a better idea. We’ll sic Victor on them.”

  “What’s a Victor?”

  “Victor is my cousin. He’s an attorney and if anyone can get an insurance company to fall in line, he can. He speaks their language,” Max said as he ran a hand up and down her arm. “But first we need to order lunch. What would you like to eat?”

  He didn’t bother to tell her that he had already called Victor and asked him to stop by when he had a chance that day. Victor had agreed to join them for a late lunch and would be arriving soon.

  Annie stiffened in his arms as her stomach gave a loud grumble in agreement, but he knew she was going to try to decline. Before she could try to convince him that she was still full from breakfast, he reached down and squeezed one full ass cheek. “No lying about not being hungry unless you want a spanking. Lying and not taking proper care of yourself are punishable offenses.”

  Max bit the inside of his lip to keep from smirking at her when she turned wide eyes up to meet his gaze. “But I don’t have any money to eat out,” she whispered as her eyes grew glossy with tears.

  Max’s heart squeezed when he realized she had probably spent the last of her money the night before giving Spike a good home. “Did I ask you to buy lunch?” he asked, but did not let her answer before he said, “No, I did not. I asked you what you wanted to eat. Now, what kind of food are you in the mood for?”

  Though his tone had been gruff, Annie relaxed. She was a true Little, and he would be taking great pleasure in helping her explore that side of herself. He also planned to spoil her and keep her safe while leading her deeper into an exploration of Daddy/Little girl lifestyle.

  He watched as she thought over his words. Then she bit her bottom lip, as if having a hard time trying to decide. “Umm, could I have meatball subs? I haven’t had one in a long time.”

  “Anything you want, ladybug,” Max said.

  “Then I’d like a small meatball sub with extra cheese, please,” Annie said with a smile.

  “Do you want iced tea or a soda with it?”

  Annie blinked, then looked scared for a moment before her expression cleared. “I can drink water. I found a cup in the breakroom.”

  Max took a deep breath to keep from growling in frustration. She was so hesitant to take. She still didn’t understand that he would gladly hand over anything he had for one of her sweet, sweet smiles. “That wasn’t the question. Do you want iced tea or a soda?”

  Annie bit her lip then dropped her chin to her chest so all he could see was the back of her head before whispering, “Can I have sweet tea?”

  Max hugged her tight as he said, “You can have anything you want, ladybug. Well, within reason, but a large sweet tea is no problem.”

  “Thank you,” Annie said as her head came up. She brushed a kiss on the scruff that covered his chin, which was the only part of his face she could reach.

  “You are more than welcome, sweetheart.”

  Using his phone, Max texted their order in to the Greek restaurant just down the road, including a large meatball for himself and an Italian sub for Victor. He added fries, drinks, and dessert to go with the subs. Once they texted him back, confirming the order and delivery time, he set his phone on the desk and turned his full attention to the woman in his arms. The owner was a friend, and while he didn’t offer delivery service to the general public, Max and his employees ordered food at least twice a week, so he made an exception for them. In return, whenever the man’s motorcycle needed repairs, Max put it at the front of the line. It worked out well for them both.

  “Annie, what did you eat while you were living with your sister?”

  He knew he would not like the answer when she dropped her head and would not look at him. “This and that. I don’t normally eat a lot, though you probably can’t tell from looking at me.”

  Max had to take a breath to keep from growling at her answer. “Your sister didn’t feed you?” he managed to ask between teeth gritted tight together.

  Annie shrugged, but didn’t answer.

  “Annie? Answer, please,” Max encouraged.

  “She said I could eat whatever leftovers were in the refrigerator, but she felt that allowing me to live in the basement was enough of a sacrifice and that I should kick in for my own food,” she finally answered softly.

  Max growled at her answer, though he kept his hold on her gentle. “I hope you don’t mind if we don’t invite your sister over anytime soon,” he said. “It might be a long while before I get over this need to beat her senseless for treating you so bad.”

  “Fine by me,” Annie said softly. “W
e never were that close, but when the building burnt down, she allowed me to stay in her basement. I had nowhere else to go and couldn’t go to a shelter. Those places are scary.”

  “Well, now you don’t ever have to go back to your sister’s place. What are your plans once you get your insurance claims straightened out?” Max asked, not to push her in any direction, just to see if she had a vision for her future.

  “I’d like to reopen the shop, preferably in a building that won’t burn down,” Annie said with a small chuckle. “I’m just not sure I’ll be able to find a place that’s big enough that I’ll be able to afford.”

  “What kind of place are you looking for? Other than one that won’t burn down?” he asked, working to keep the conversation going. The family owned several properties around Georgetown, thanks to Nonna’s wise investing in commercial real estate over the years. Maybe there was one that could work as a new home for Annie’s shop.

  As he waited for her answer, he stroked over her body, enjoying the feel of her in his arms, and how well she fit him. She seemed to be relaxing more and more around him, which made him want to take the afternoon off so they could go home and take a nice, long nap. Or at least that’s what he’d call it, but he doubted there would be much sleeping involved.

  “I’d really like to be in one of those big Victorian houses downtown, or maybe a big farmhouse. One with lots of rooms so we can have a yarn room, a fabric room, a room for other craft supplies, and a room for classes or crafting get-togethers. Maybe even have a bakery or coffee bar, and a place for crafters to sell their finished crafts, whether they be quilts or baby clothes or stuffed animals. I can’t compete with the big box craft supply stores, and I don’t want to. I want my place to be small and friendly, a place where my customers become family. Maybe even have a room for kids to craft and hang out while their parents are shopping.”

  Max smiled. Hearing her voice fill with excitement, hope, and love made him determined to make her dream come true. He would have to call Nonna, but he thought the perfect place was just two doors down from where they sat in the motorcycle sales building. The big rambling farmhouse on the other side of the cycle repair shop had been empty for nearly a year, and sounded like just what Annie needed.