During the night, as I slept in Daddy’s arms, he moved against me with a tenderness I’d always craved. He didn’t pressure me, but he held me all night. I slept like baby. Like the baby I was.
Here in Preston’s house, in his room, I felt safe and protected. I barely knew him, but my body relaxed. Instinct told me I was where I was supposed to be.
I thought he might insist on fucking me like all the others. He did not. I wanted that, but not so soon. Maybe he’d read my mind? Or maybe he was unsure? He had never been a daddy. He was learning. But from my point of view, he was a natural daddy. That meant he could be himself and it was already daddy-perfect.
I slept soundly with his warm, naked body wrapped around me and woke smiling. But when I felt around the edges beneath the comforter, Preston wasn’t there.
I sat up, fisting the sleep from my eyes. The bedroom came into focus. No Daddy.
I got up and wrapped myself in a blanket from the foot of the bed. First, I went to the door and opened it. I listened in the hall for any sound but there was nothing.
Turning to face the bathroom door, I saw it was ajar. I listened at the crack and heard water running. Shyly, I pushed it open. Maybe Daddy Preston was in the shower. I didn’t want to disturb him.
At first, light blinded me. I had to blink a couple of times before my vision cleared. The mirrors were bright, the room warm. Then I saw Preston and what he was doing.
When he looked up at me with a wide smile, I became brave again. I wasn’t intruding.
Daddy knelt by the bathtub, naked. Water poured into it. Steam from the faucet made the air misty around the waterfall. White bubbles piled on top of each other on the water’s surface. I smelled flowers, the sweetness filling me up.
Daddy motioned to me with his hand. “Come on in.”
I took one step toward him, then another.
“The tub’s almost ready.”
“For what?” My voice came out shaky, unsure.
“For your bath.”
“For me?” I looked from him to the water and back at him.
“It’s nice and warm and soapy. I might join you.” He dipped his hand through the water. “Look, there’re bubbles and everything.”
“You did this for me?”
His grin widened even more, if possible. “Look, I even have toys.” He pointed to a lineup of yellow ducks, red and blue boats, and orange plastic goldfish.
“You have toys?”
He lowered his head. “I bought them yesterday hoping I might have a use for them some time. And there they are. Would you like Daddy to give you a bath while you play with them?”
I could hardly believe it. I nodded, my breaths coming faster, then dropped the blanket to show him I was already naked and ready.
He held out his hand to me. “Come here, beautiful boy.”
I reached out and took his hand.
“Look, I have clean cloths and nice fluffy towels all ready.”
I glanced at everything. He was very organized and all set to give me a bath.
“Are… are you going to wash me?”
“I sure will.”
Most of my past daddies had wanted me to shower with them but nothing more than that. Any shower toy I might want I’d have to bring myself.
“Do you want me to wash you?” His voice was hesitant.
