Page 24 of Soothed By Daddy
I held my breath while Daddy made his decision. It came out in a whoosh when he toed off his shoes and bent down to take off his socks. My lungs stilled when he pulled his T-shirt off and slowly unbuttoned his tight jeans. His chest was sculpted by hard work, not the gym. It wasn’t perfect—there was a tiny layer of softness over his midsection, but I liked it. He wasn’t perfect, and neither was I, but my Daddy for the night was sexy as all get out.
Daddy ducked his head under the water when he stepped into the shower, then shook it like a dog, splashing water droplets on me. My giggles echoed around the stall, but his grin said that had been his intent. With economical movements, he poured some shampoo into his hands before sliding them over my hair. Daddy’s fingertips massaged my scalp and a trail of bubbles slid down his hands.
My body naturally swayed into his, but Daddy kept his slightly back. I felt his cock brush against me, and a glance down confirmed what I already knew. He was hard, but he didn’t press against me. Each touch was a little more maddening. Hisexpression was serious when he finished my hair and moved on to my body, but this touch was achingly gentle. The calluses on his hands were a silent revelation against my skin.
“C’mon, baby, get back under the water to rinse off,” he said huskily. With the suds off me, he made short work of his washing. In my perfect fantasy, we’d skip the tub, but my gut said he wasn’t ready yet. Maybe it was the little thing? Maybe it was…I dunno…something else.
“Let’s get you in the tub so you can play a little before bed.”
“Are you gonna stay?” The concern in my voice was clear. And I hoped he heard what I hadn’t wanted to say. Please stay.
“Of course I’m gonna stay, baby. You’ve had a long day, though, and I wanna make sure you’re good and relaxed,” Daddy said gruffly.
He stepped out of the shower, wiped himself down, and put on clothes that seemed to appear out of nowhere. He carefully wrapped the towel around my hair and then urged me toward the bathtub.
The bubbles were high, and the water was warm without being too hot. He was right about it being cool enough to use. Like the clothes that seemed magical, he’d also managed to find some bath toys, measuring spoons and a sieve, for me. I liked them because I could make a waterfall. Daddy was genuinely amazed at my ability to pour water through the holes, and he kept telling me over and over what a good job I was doing.
After today, it was going to be hard to remember that this wasn’t a real relationship. Cyrus wasn’t really my Daddy, I wasn’t really his boy, and we weren’t really together. But for tonight, I was, and that would be enough for me. Where it all shook outtomorrow, which I already knew was back to being friends, was fine. I wanted to experience everything that he was to me as my Daddy and enjoy every minute, every second of it. I didn’t realize I’d sighed until he looked at me with concerned eyes.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yep.” My smile was bright because I remembered my promise to Daddy, and I was going to keep my word. Not a relationship, we’re friends. “It’s a waterfall.”
“And it’s a great one, baby.” Daddy threaded his fingers through my hair before he kissed my forehead and then plucked a clean washcloth out of a basket near the tub and squirted a little soap on it.
Daddy washed my shoulders as if I were made of fine china. His hands were callused and rough, but he touched me so softly. Like I was precious. Like I was important. He made me feel valued, and not just in the bathtub.
He always asked about my work and at least pretended to be interested. Usually, my family or friends glazed over. Later in the day, Daddy always asked if I’d eaten and nagged me about groceries. Since I wasn’t a great cook, most nights he invited me to share his dinner and asked about my dinosaur shows. Tomorrow, I would worry about my crush. Tonight, I wanted to soak him in.
“Daddy, you help me?”
“Sure. What do you need, baby?”
“Can you wash my back? We missed it.” Daddy dutifully wiped the soapy cloth over my skin. The tingling down my spine reminded me that I desperately wanted him to touch otherplaces too. The moment I felt his fingers on my bare skin again, I became instantly hard. It was a struggle to keep thoughts in my head. “And my front.”
His smirk revealed everything. I didn’t need to hint. He knew what I wanted. His hand slipped over my shoulder and across my chest, then dropped down again. Tendrils of desire twisted inside me, tightening around my lungs. My chest heaved as I struggled to breathe. When his fingertips teased my nipples, I couldn’t breathe at all. When his lips brushed my shoulder, I froze.
“Do you want this, baby?”
“More than anything.”
“Will we still be friends tomorrow? Because if we won’t be, I don’t want it.”
“We will, but tonight I need a Daddy, not a friend.”
Rather than answer, Daddy fit his mouth over mine. Without any urging, my lips parted and his tongue swept into my mouth. He tasted exactly as he always did, and it was indescribable. Just Cyrus. Whenever he kissed me, I felt tingly everywhere. It was like my nerve endings were an endless supply of sparklers and he was the spark.
“Baby, let’s get you out of here. I can’t wait anymore.”
His idea suited me fine, and I was happy to go along with it. I stood, and Daddy wrapped a waiting towel around me as I stepped out. Nights in my house were usually drafty, but my skin felt like it was on fire. All the anticipation fueled the heat of my skin, and I felt feverish in the best possible way.
Daddy wrapped the towel around me and led me into his bedroom. The lights were already dimmed, and it felt like we were alone in the world. I knew it was temporary, but tonight, I felt protected and cherished by my Daddy. It didn’t matter that the pumpkin returned at midnight.
Tonight was for us.
“You good?” Daddy asked huskily. Before I could answer, his breath brushed over my shoulder, followed by his soft lips. His scratchy five o’clock shadow made me shiver as I felt his cheek graze against my shoulder. “Cold?”
“Daddy, are you dragging this out to tease me? Because I will say right now that you win. You win. You win. You win.” My head drooped back because my muscles refused to cooperate. “I need you,” I plainly said, the confession spurring Daddy into action.
