I stopped seconds before touching myself. “Can I feel it, Daddy?”
“You may.” He kissed the side of my head. “Thank you for asking permission. But you don’t get to
come.”
“I know.” And I promptly forgot because, holy hell, that felt amazing. It shouldn’t be that different
from before, but it was. Oh God, it was. Daddy pulled my hand away before gliding his fingers along
my dick. “I love it, Daddy. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, baby. Now, let’s get you in the tub before the water gets cold.
With all the excitement, I’d completely forgotten that he’d already drawn my bath. It was a good
thing that he’d remembered, otherwise we’d spend our time together sopping up water from all over
the floor.
Daddy held my hand as I stepped into the tub, not letting go until I sat down and got settled. I
grimaced because the water had already started to cool. Without me having to say a word, Daddy
reached into the water and pulled the plug. Once some of the cooler water had drained, he added hot
water until it was a comfortable temperature.
I didn’t play as much as I’d hoped to. Maybe next time. For now, I was all too aware of Daddy
kneeling next to me. I sank deeper into the tub when he dipped a washcloth into the water and started
cleaning me. The edge of the tub was sharp against the back of my neck, but I didn’t care, because I
finally had a Daddy taking care of me and it was light years better than the scarred, cramped bathtub
at my place.
“Sit up, baby. I need to wash your hair and then we’ll be done.” I closed my eyes as he massaged
the shampoo into my unruly mop of dark hair. “Tip your head back.”
He used the sprayer to rinse all of the shampoo out of my hair before telling me to stand so he
could rinse the bubbles from my skin. I stepped out of the tub when he held a towel open, wrapping it
around my body so tightly I felt like a burrito. I sagged against his chest when he held me, closing my
eyes to savor this moment. No matter how many baths Daddy gave me in the future, I wanted to
commit every bit of this one to memory.
“You can sleep in the nursery if you’d prefer, but I’d love it if we could cuddle in the big bed and
you slept next to me,” Daddy told me as he rubbed my skin dry. The thing I was learning to appreciate
the most about him was that he didn’t demand more than he thought I was capable of, but he also
pushed me outside my comfort zone. “No sex, but Daddy would love to hold you tonight and wake up
