“After this, you can help with dinner.”
Helping meant me watching. Which I was more than okay with. I could learn, which I tried to watch him so I could, but my mind tended to blank out more often than it should when I was around him.
As if on cue, my stomach growled. Loudly.
I glared down at the traitor, which earned a soft laugh from the man.
“Can I wash you?”
Why was he asking? I nodded anyways, letting my gaze go back to him.
“Your consent is most important. Little boys get to have a say on what I can and can’t do to their bodies, no matter what mind frame they are in.”
Oh…okay?
For once, I didn’t jerk as he began to wash me with a super soft washrag. It was dipped in the water, soap spread around it, before he touched it to my skin. The strokes were soft, and I hummed, letting my eyes close.
This was so much better than what Sir did to my body when I took baths. Why had I panicked so badly the first time this man gave me a bath?
“This is nice.” I bent back a little, letting Sabastian run the cloth over the front of me. He didn’t go farther than my waist, not once touching my privates. Not that I’d stop him from doing so if he were to.
“That’s good. I enjoy giving you a bath. Washing you down. Even putting lotion your skin afterwards so your super soft.”
Why did that sound so nice, too?
All of his ideas were nice. Too nice where I wanted each and every one of them, but so scared that he’d tease me about it later. Sir would.
“You’re not Sir.”
“No. I’m just Bash, sweet boy. The man who wants to take care of you and all of your needs.”
Was that what he wanted me to call him?
“What….what do I call you?”
“Bash, if you want. Daddy works when you feel comfortable doing so. I won’t rush you. You can call me by my full name, too, if that’s better. I’m not picky.”
I blinked, letting the words settle into my brain.
“All clean. Let’s get you out.”
Water dripped from me as I stood up, the bubbles still there, even though some were starting to disappear.
“Maybe next time, you can stay in longer and play with toys. I have boats and fish.”
I tilted my head, not sure about toys in a bathtub. “I…don’t know?”
“That’s fine, too. Not all little boys like toys like that. But it’s fine if you do.”
I don’t think I knew how to play with toys. I never had such things growing up, at least not that I can recall. I had colors and books. Maybe a car here or there but I didn’t think I played much with them, either.
“Maybe colorings?”
“I have some of that,” Sabastian brighten when I didn’t stop the words from coming out. “Everyone is different. If it’s not something you enjoy, that’s okay.”
I stood on the mat, letting him wrap a towel around me and dry off the drops of water. My thumb snuck into my mouth as I looked around the bathroom. I wasn’t sure where the paci went to.
Hopefully, he’d overlook a certainlittleproblem that was starting to join us in the bathroom. I wasn’t sure what to make out it.
