Harboring Hannah by Pepper North

Chapter 7

“Those fries were so good,” Hannah praised as she leaned against the elevator wall. Her hands held a few extra bottles of body wash, shampoo, and conditioner that Deke had picked up at the desk. Hannah had insisted on carrying them since she’d been the one to use everything in the room.

“I’m glad you ordered those with your meal. I enjoyed stealing a few,” he admitted.

“That was a great restaurant. It’s official. You’re in charge of choosing where we eat,” she announced.

“I’m in charge of more than that,” he warned.

As much as she didn’t want to admit it, Hannah loved getting a glimpse of his stern side. Deke had always been open about being a Daddy. It had surprised her when they first met. The topic was anything but taboo to him.

The doors opened before she could comment, and Deke steered her down the hall with a hand on her lower back. At their door, he pulled out the room key and waved it over the sensor.

“Time for bed, Little girl,” he urged, ushering her inside. “Are you ready to let Daddy help you?”

Hannah’s heart thudded loudly in her chest. She wanted to let her Little side out so much. Could she be that brave? Before she could stammer an excuse, Hannah nodded.

“Good girl.”

Deke steered her into the bathroom. After plucking the small bottles from her hands, he turned on the faucet. When Hannah turned in embarrassment to gather her panties displayed behind them, he wrapped an arm around her waist and held her next to him. “Teeth first.”

He picked up the toothbrush she’d left on the counter and spread a bit of toothpaste on the bristles. “Open,” he instructed, holding it to her lips.

“I can do it.” She reached automatically for the handle but froze when he pulled it back as he shook his head.

“Daddy’s job. Open.”

This time, when the toothbrush neared her mouth, she followed his instructions. It seemed so weird to have him brush her teeth. Intimate. She closed her eyes, not knowing where to look as he cleaned her teeth thoroughly. He did a much better job than she would have done, as tired as she was. A minute later, she blinked at the sound of the water running in the sink.

“Rinse your mouth,” he instructed, turning to get a washcloth. When she stood back up, running her tongue over her slick teeth, he wet the fabric and smoothed it over her face.

“Mmm,” she moaned, loving the care he showed her.

“Good girl. Let’s get you dressed for bed. Go potty first. Then you can jump straight into bed.”

She nodded and waited. Deke didn’t leave. He leaned against the counter. “Don’t you want to…” Her voice trailed off as she gestured toward the door.

“Daddies take care of their Littles,” he assured her, pushing away from the vanity to unfasten her jeans.

“I can do it,” she rushed to assure him and then froze as he continued.

“I know you can. It makes your Daddy happy to help you.” He eased her zipper down and tugged her snug jeans over her hips and down to her ankles. Soon, her panties followed.

Hannah covered her exposed skin. Standing there in front of the toilet with her pants around her ankles, her body reacted to the normal routine. She needed to use the toilet quickly! Afraid she’d have an accident, Hannah dropped to the toilet.

Deke leaned against the hotel room vanity. He waited patiently for her to finish before wadding up toilet paper. “Do you want Daddy to wipe you?”

“No! I can do it,” she assured him again. To her relief, he handed her the paper without protest.

When she’d finished, Deke squatted down before her to remove her shoes, jeans and white panties. He stood and folded everything neatly as she stood.

“Arms up, Hannah,” he directed, tugging the hem of her T-shirt up.

Automatically, she did as he directed. As he added that garment to the pile, she covered her body self-consciously. Deke reached around her body and unfastened her bra. He eased her shoulder straps down and ran his hands from her shoulders to her elbows.

“You don’t need to hide from me, Hannah. There are no secrets between Daddies and Little girls. I will know your body better than you do.” He leaned forward to kiss the curve of her throat. “Be brave for me, sweetheart. Put your arms down.”

His dark eyes looked into hers. He waited patiently, saying nothing. Hannah bit her bottom lip and slowly lowered her arms to her sides. Deke slid the lacy garment from her arms and dropped it on the pile of clothes. His gaze never left her face.

Slowly, he reached one hand over his shoulder to grab a handful of his T-shirt. Deke pulled it off in a display of muscle and toned form. Carefully, he turned it right side out.

Hannah couldn’t help dragging her gaze from his to scan his chest and arms. As she watched from afar, she’d seen him in swim trunks on the boat. The closeness made this much more intimate.

“Arms up, Hannah,” he directed as he looped the warm shirt from his back over her head. After smoothing it into place, he kissed her lightly.

“I enjoy seeing you in my clothes. It’s time for bed.” Deke led her to the farthest bed and threw back the covers. After tucking the stuffed dragon into her arms, he smoothed the covers up to her chin. “Sleep well, Little girl, Neela.”

“Night!” she answered, turning onto her tummy to snuggle into the covers with Neela in the crook of her elbow.

Hannah heard the faint squeak of the other bed and peeked out of her burrow. Deke was silhouetted against the glow of the bathroom light as he sat to take off his shoes and socks. Standing, he stowed them next to the dresser before stepping out of his jeans. He folded and threw them over the chair before pushing his boxer briefs down to the ground.

Pulling her stuffie to her mouth, Hannah stifled her sudden intake of breath as he turned to reveal his massive erection. If she’d had any doubt that taking care of her as her Daddy aroused Deke, those rogue thoughts were wiped from her thoughts.

He hadn’t made any moves on her to satisfy himself. Deke had focused on her. His attention had centered on taking care of her.

How had she ever attracted this amazing man? No, Hannah corrected herself. How had she ever attracted this amazing Daddy? There was no question that Deke cared for her in this intimate way. He’d never rushed or pressured her. His needs were secondary.

She watched his toned butt as he walked to the bathroom. Damn! Deke was attractive with his clothes on. With them off, he took her breath away.

An image flashed through her mind of Deke supporting himself over her body. Hannah felt her body respond instantly to the erotic picture in her mind. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling the wetness gathering there as her nipples hardened against the soft cotton of his shirt.

The click of the bathroom door made her jump. “Daddy!” she cried out, sitting up in the bed with her iridescent stuffie clutched to her chest. To her relief, the door opened, and Deke stood in the doorway. He rushed to her bed and sat on the edge.

Pulling her against him, Deke hugged her close before asking, “Are you okay, Hannah?”

“Yes. Sorry. Could you leave the door open?” she asked, hoping he wouldn’t think she was silly.

“Of course. Are you scared of the dark?”

“Not really the dark. I don’t like hotels… or motels.”

“Why?”

“Do I have to tell you?”

“No. But I’d like to know.”

“Later?” she suggested.

“Later is good,” he agreed, kissing her forehead. “Lie back. Close your eyes. I’ll take a quick shower and be close again soon.”

“With the door open?”

“With the door open,” he reassured her.

Nodding, Hannah settled back against the pillows. “Thank you.”

“Try to sleep, sweetheart. You’ve had a very long day.”

“I will when you get back,” she promised.

Deke leaned over and kissed her forehead again. Rising, he walked to the bathroom, providing that amazing view again. This time when he entered the small room, Deke didn’t close the door.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Hannah focused on the light streaming out as he turned on the water. She heard the toilet flush and then the whisper of the shower curtain across the rod and a low groan of enjoyment. She squeezed her legs together once again as that low sound rekindled her desire. He’d taken such good care of her throughout their meeting and low-key dates.

“Please let him understand,” she whispered into the darkness. Her secret replayed over and over in her head.

Hannah glanced over at the desk where she’d plugged in her phone to make sure it was fully charged. She’d turned it off after sending her parents a message that she was safe without checking for more threatening emails. Surely he’d stop if she wasn’t around.

A deep baritone caught her attention, and she looked back toward the bathroom. Deke was singing a country song about a cowboy and his dog. His voice was husky and rich. The sensual sound did nothing to quench the desire inside her while simultaneously reassuring her she was not alone.

Again, Hannah rolled over to settle in her usual sleeping position on her tummy. Settling Neela nearby, she pulled her hands under the pillow and closed her eyes. The exhaustion of hiding for days crashed over her. Feeling safe for the first time in days, Hannah abandoned Deke’s musical talent to tumble into sleep.