Page 15 of Lacey's Daddy
I lift my Barbie out of the water and spin her around, stroking her hair while I think about his request. I’ve been playing the entire time he was gone. I haven’t even gotten my hair wet. I give a slight nod.
It’s kind of weird that I’m naked, and he can see my body, but I don’t feel scared anymore. He said he wouldn’t have sex with me, and he hasn’t, so I want to believe him. I also like it when he touches me. It makes me tingle.
Daddy grabs the little bucket the toys were in from the tub, fills it with water, and lifts it over my head. “Close your eyes, Little one. I’m going to get your hair wet.”
I squeeze my eyes closed and tip my head back. I like how he holds his other hand against my forehead so water doesn’t run into my eyes. And I really like it when he starts rubbing shampoo into my scalp. It smells good, and when I look at the bottle, I see it’s baby shampoo, the kind my mother used on me when I was very small. I remember the scent. I like it.
After he washes my hair and puts conditioner on it, he grabs a wash cloth, wets it, and pours baby soap on it. He starts with my arms, moves to my back, and then around to my front.
My breath hitches when he runs the cloth over my chest. That feels good, too. Sometimes when I’ve thought about Brian, when I was pretending he was my Daddy, I would get tingly and flushed. When he touches me for real, I get the same sensation.
He does my legs next and finally reaches between my thighs. He’s quick about washing my private parts, and I’m secretly disappointed because the brief contact of the cloth over my special place made my heart beat faster.
After rinsing my hair, he lets the water out and reaches for a towel. I stare at the water as it swirls down the drain. I’m sad. I’d rather stay in the tub and play longer. I would never ask Daddy to let me do that, though. I’m not sure what he will do to me when I’m naughty. He said he won’t hit me. What will he do instead?
“Lacey…” Daddy lifts my chin. He meets my gaze. “Did you want to play some more, Baby girl?”
I bite my lip and don’t respond.
“Sweet girl, you can tell Daddy anything. I will not get mad. There’s no right or wrong answer. Sometimes I will not honor your requests for good reasons, but when I can, I will every time.”
“Okay.”
He stands, tucks his hands under my arms, and lifts me out of the tub. After setting me on my feet, he pats me dry from head to toe before wringing out my hair.
When he’s done, he wraps a dry towel around me and lifts me into his arms, cradling me against him. Before leaving the room, he looks at me. “You wanted to play longer, didn’t you?” he asks again.
I slowly nod. I can’t help being scared to voice my opinion.
He taps my nose. “Tomorrow night, I will let you play until you’re wrinkly and shivering from the cold water. The reason I wanted you to get out tonight is because you’re exhausted and hungry. I want to feed you a bottle and put you down to sleep for the night.”
“Okay.”
He hugs me close, but I think he’s being careful because of my various injuries.
I love being in his arms. I close my eyes and pretend he’s my forever Daddy. Is that a possibility? I won’t let myself believe it so I don’t get hurt when he gets tired of me.
When he lowers me onto a soft surface, I open my eyes and glance around. We’re in a room I have not seen yet. A…nursery?
“What is this room, Daddy?” I wonder if Noah has kids.
Daddy smiles as he unfolds the towel from around me, leaving me exposed and naked. “It’s an adult nursery, Little one. Have you seen one before?”
I shake my head. I’m still scanning the room. This looks exactly like a baby nursery, but everything is sized for an adult. “Does Noah have a Little girl?” I know he comes to the club, but I don’t think he comes with a specific woman.
“No. But he’s prepared for when he finds his forever Little girl. Can you roll onto your side, Little one? I want to put some ointment on some of these welts.”
He helps me roll toward the wall, and I try not to be embarrassed as he applies a cream to several stripes across my bottom. When he’s done, he flattens something crinkly at my back before guiding me to lie over it.
I glance down as he parts my legs wide, and my breath hitches. He’s putting a diaper on me. “Daddy…”
“I bet you haven’t had an opportunity to try diapers, have you, Little one?” He asks so matter-of-factly as if this is no big deal.
“No,” I whisper, feeling uncertain.
“Will you trust me and give it a try, sweet girl?” He opens a tube of something and squeezes ointment onto his fingers.
I watch, wondering what it is. It’s not the same thing he put on my welts.
