Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
I think I’m just naturally careful and hesitant to believe anyone would ever truly be on my side, in my court.
I’m starving now that we’ve gotten all that business taken care of, and I scarf down my food as fast as Daddy will feed it to me. He releases my hands and lets me hold a sippy cup of formula while he cleans the kitchen. It doesn’t taste as good as it does when he feeds me.
“Bath time,” he declares when he releases me from the booster seat. He swings me up into the air as though I weigh nothing and settles me on his hip. “Did you know I have the best bathtub in the world in my bathroom?”
I shake my head, glad that it no longer hurts to do so. “No, Daddy.”
“You’re about to have the most luxurious bath of your life. Prepare to be dazzled,” he teases.
Sure enough, when we enter his bathroom and he sets me down, I gasp. He has a huge whirlpool tub with jets all the way around. I look up at him. “Do you have bubbles?”
He staggers backward, his hand over his chest. “What sort of a Daddy would I be if I didn’t have bubbles?”
I giggle as he turns on the water and puts the stopper in the bottom. “Are you going to get in with me?” I ask. I kind of wish he would.
“Yep.”
My breath hitches, and excitement floods my system.
He turns to tap my nose and chuckles. “But not today. After my cock has been inside your body, I’ll climb in with you.”
I sigh. He’s good. He’s really good. He’s going to use sex as a means of getting me to hurry up and agree to be his forever.
He tickles me under the ribs, and I giggle. As the tub fills, he pulls my shirt over my head and bends down to remove my panties. It barely bothers me that I’m naked. In fact I like the way he looks at me longingly from head to toe and back up while testing the water with one hand.
He smiles and licks his lips, teasing me with his eyes and his mouth. Now who’s naughty?
I shriek when he suddenly lifts me off my feet to deposit me in the water. “On your bottom, Baby girl.” He adds bubbles to the stream of water, causing the tub to fill with the fragrant scent of…blue.
I’m so tickled I start laughing and can’t stop. “Where did you find blue-flavored bubbles?”
He scrunches up his face as if he’s confused. “I’m telling you blue isn’t a flavor, and how could bubbles have a flavor? You can’t eat them,” he teases.
I keep giggling when he dumps a bucket of toys into the water. So many toys I can’t even process all of them as they bob up and down under the bubbles. I don’t remember ever having bath toys. My father probably didn’t think of it.
When the tub is full enough for Daddy’s satisfaction, he turns off the water and grabs the empty bucket. He fills it and reaches up high to pour it over my head. It splashes on the floor, but he doesn’t seem to care that the entire bathroom and his clothes get wet.
He’s pleased. He’s more relaxed today than I’ve seen him. He washes my hair with blue-scented shampoo and then puts blue conditioner in it. I didn’t even know they made so many things in blue flavor.
I try to focus on my toys, but it’s hard while he washes my body with a washcloth, and it’s especially hard when he runs the cloth over my boobies and between my legs.
He’s back to mostly clinical, though. His touch isn’t sexual. Well, it is for me, but he doesn’t linger. When he’s done, he pulls a stool out from under the vanity and sits on it, watching me play.
I try to stack as many floating blocks as I can until the waves from my movements cause the pile to topple. He waits until I’m shivering before he reaches in to pull the plug. “Time to get out, Little one, before you turn into a prune.”
I’m no longer feeling modest while he dries me. I watch his face the entire time, but there’s no need to worry. He can’t hide how much he enjoys my body. His lips purse as he stares at my breasts, and he’s breathing heavily when I spread my legs so he can dry my pussy.
After checking my elbows and the scrapes on my bottom, he grabs a comb and carefully works through the tangles in my hair.
“I’ve never seen hair quite this pale before,” he says as he holds the strands.
“It’s rare. People always think it’s fake, but it’s not.”
He chuckles low and deep.
I twist to look at him. “What’s so funny?”