But with my name the one that fell from his lips when he did.
16
Rene
The longer Istared at myself in the mirror, the harder I got down below. I didn’t know why, but that didn’t matter. There was a quiet space in my head that I’d never felt before, because—even better than when Daddy took charge in all the little ways he’d been doing since we met—for the moment, I wascompletelyhis.
He hadn’t just told me what to do, he’d done it for me—no, he’d done ittome—so it didn’t even feel like I was looking at myself, even though I guessed I looked basically the same as always. But watching myself hold the pose he’d put me in, here in the mirror? I wasn’t watching me, I was watching his… dollbaby.
I would have smiled, just from thinking of that word that felt like it was mine and mine alone, but no part of me was willing to move. Not until Daddy moved me or told me I should.
The bathroom was getting warmer, the soft shushing sound of the shower behind me and steam starting to cloud up my view. Daddy had undressed at some point, too, and I was vaguely aware that his body was incredible-looking—not ripped like a fitness model but hard and solid and a little bit thick. A sexy, safe space to cuddle against. But even the sight of him naked was only background noise to the vast and wonderful silence in my head.
I wasn’t worried about a single thing, not even one.
I was turned on and almost painfully hard, but no nerves kicked in. No fear of my parts going soft. No anxiety or panic or even mild concern, not about anything at all. And even when the mirror got so foggy that the image of Daddy’s dollbaby was nothing more than a me-shaped blur, even when Daddy himself came and pressed all that yummy nakedness against my backside and murmured sweet things in my ear, kissing the side of my neck and playing with my nipples again and eventually taking my hand and leading me under the water, the soft, cottony peace inside my head remained.
“Daddy’s going to wash you now,” he murmured, moving me this way and that and rubbing a soft cloth with slippery soap over all my bits and pieces.
Actually, not all of them.
“Daddy,” I whispered when he ran the cloth up between my legs, stopping just short of the parts of me that ached for him. I hadn’t meant to say it, but I still couldn’t seem to stop myself as I spread my legs wider, looking up into his warm eyes as my quiet place started to feel… less quiet.
More restless.
Moreneedy.
Daddy grinned, his eyes crinkling as he soaped me there again. “There you are, beautiful. Turn around so I can clean you properly.”
For the tiniest fraction of one iota of a second, I wanted to say no. Turning around meant my erection would be facing the tiled wall, and what I really, really wanted was for Daddy to give it some attention. But then Daddy took matters into his own hands and turned me around himself, running his hands down the sides of my wet body and sliding them over my butt as his breath ghosted over the back of my neck.
“Spread your legs,” he said in a low, husky rumble as his big hands kneaded my cheeks.
I did it, so fast I might have slipped if he hadn’t caught me, laughing in a way that made my insides feel warm and fizzy. And yes, this, always. How could I ever have wanted to resist his direction? Even with my penis throbbing and tight and starting to feel a bit desperate, the quiet was back, because nothing was better than Daddy’s hands on me, taking charge of me, spreading me wide…
Okay, yes. Somethingwaseven better.
“Daddy,” I gasped, a shiver that was more like a jolt arcing through me when his soapy finger started massaging my hole.
“My dollbaby likes this,” he murmured, pushing on my shoulders until my chest met the tile and my back arched into a curve and my butt thrust toward him, held open wide by one of his hands while the other… the other…
“Unnnghhh,” I said without meaning to, a nonsense sound that was as filthy as anything spilling right out of me as he pressed rhythmically on my taint and worked his fingers over my hole. Pushing and stroking. Slipping around the rim. Pushing again, quick bursts of pressure, then slow ones, circling and teasing until my breath was so choppy and fast that I couldn’t hear anything else over my panting.
“Daddy, please, Daddy Daddyplease,” I begged anyway. Not meaning to. Knowing it was up to him.
Butneeding.
Needing him to do it harder, or faster, or to push it past the rim and go deeper, to fill me, or claim me, rub himself against me and tell me I belonged to him oranything. I just… I needed…
“Daddy.”
“Rene,” he growled, right in my ear with the solid, hard heat of his body suddenly crowded against me. “Baby.”
And then his blunt finger slid into me, a sting and a stretch as he pressedhardon my taint from below, and a desperate wail ripped out of my mouth.
I’d never liked this sort of thing before, always felt sure I wasn’t doing it right whenever anyone had tried to put anything inside my butt, but with him, even the sharp little pains as he started slowly fucking the tip of his finger in and out of me only made me crave more.
The warm water rained down on my back and I folded my arms against the wall and rested my forehead against them, panting out the only word that mattered. “Daddy DaddyDaddy.”
