Page 23 of Soothed By Daddy
“Not minding, wanting, and enjoying are all different things.”
“Fair enough. I don’t mind. I want to because we’re friends, and I enjoy seeing my friends happy.” Cyrus paused to grabthe crayons from the basket on the table and slide them to me. “Now, are you going to show me how well you can color or not?”
“I am, Daddy. I’m a really good drawer.”
“That doesn’t surprise me at all, baby.”
“Thanks for dinner.”
It was a struggle to bring myself to a fully grown-up state of mind. Cyrus made a trip to littleville surprisingly easy. For someone who wasn’t a Daddy, he was oddly good at it. A natural.
“I played a little too hard at the park,” I said with a half-laugh. My hair was filled with twigs, my hands were filthy, and my overalls were streaked with dirt. I’d never felt happier.
It felt slightly naughty to be at the park after the sun had gone down, but luckily, there were plenty of lights. A few people were walking along the trails, and the nearby pavilion had a birthday party, but once again, we had the playground equipment to ourselves. Cyrus, Daddy for tonight, kept me on track at dinner and then pushed me on the swings afterward. If it had been a date, it would have been the best night of my life.
“You need a bath… Well, you need a shower first and then a bath.”
“I miss baths. My plug thingy broke the other day, so I’m stuck with the boring shower part.” The struggle to maintain big rose to the forefront. Cyrus was such a natural Daddy that my speech sounded stilted. “Mostly it’s the bubbles that make me sad to skip.”
“Baby, we’ll work on that next. A boy needs a bathtub.” He jerked his head toward his side. “How about this—we grab your pajamas, then you take your shower and a bath at my place? You did the reno over here and haven’t gotten to enjoy it yourself. Also, I might have a surprise for you to celebrate finishing your project.”
“A ’prize? For me?” Even to myself, my words sounded like they were said through a tin can.
“But you can’t have it until you’re shiny. And,” Cyrus added with a smirk, “I might have bubble bath stuff too. You sound exhausted, and it’ll make you feel good so you can sleep tonight.”
Without hesitation, he took the keys dangling from my fingers and let us into my side of the house and led me down the hall to my bedroom. After our friends’ night out—that was not a date—it felt smaller and closer.
“Grab your clothes, baby, before you fall asleep standing up,” Daddy urged. I knew I should think of him as Cyrus, but my brain was out of the spoons needed to do that. “All that running around wiped you out.”
I nodded silently and followed his instructions.
With PJs in hand, Daddy took me back to his place. In the bathroom, he started the shower and rummaged through the cabinet until he found the bubble bath. It felt awkward and intimate, but I wasn’t sure what to do. My grown-up brain had checked out.
“And there’s still some in here!” he crowed. At my puzzled look, Daddy added, “I intended to buy dog shampoo, but I misread the label and bought this instead. No, I didn’t use it on the dog,” he reassured me quickly when he saw my skepticism.
I peered at the bottle, and it showed a dog and a boy in the bathtub with something about no tears. Yeah, I was confused about it too. Daddy snapped open the cover and let me sniff it. The scent vaguely reminded me of apple juice and good intentions.
“It smells good,” I offered with a hesitant smile.
“More like good enough for government work, but it’ll work tonight,” Daddy corrected me gently with a smile. After one more check on the shower water’s temperature, he started filling the tub. “By the time you’re ready for this one, it’ll be cooled to perfect.”
The steam tendrilled from the clawfoot replica. It had been advertised as all the cast iron and none of the rust, so it was supposed to keep the water extra warm. I’d always been bummed I hadn’t thought to take a bath in it myself before I rented out the apartment.
“It’ll be fine, Daddy.”
I started taking off my clothes to hop in the shower, but then I realized I was already in the process of doing so.
“Oh, okay,” Daddy said awkwardly. He sounded like he’d swallowed his tongue. His pretty brown eyes panned the room, looking anywhere I wasn’t. However, the bulge in his jeans was unmistakable.
Maybe it wasn’t entirely an accident that I forgot he was in the room when I began stripping. We’d been trading blowjobs and handies for weeks. We kissed. A lot. And, holy smokes, when Daddy kissed me, I saw stars. He’d seen me naked. It was fine. Friends showered near each other at the gym. I was sweaty anddirty from the playground. It’d been a workout. It was practically the same thing.
“Daddy, you wanna wash my back?” I asked before I stepped into the shower he’d prepared. I paused and looked over my shoulder to find him muttering something to the ceiling. “I need help.”
He looked at me then through narrowed eyes. He knew he’d been set up. When his eyes dropped from the ceiling, they landed squarely on my butt. I wiggled it.
“Are you sure about that?”
“I’m absolutely, positively, one hundred percent sure ’bout that.”
