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"I could help other Littles," I said slowly. "People who don't have safe spaces or support systems."
Daddy smiled, pride evident in his expression. "You could. That's a beautiful idea."
"Will you help me?" I asked, suddenly uncertain about the logistics of such an undertaking.
"Every step of the way," he promised. "But not tonight. Tonight, you've already done enough brave things for one day."
I nodded. "Bath now?"
"Bath now," Daddy agreed, pressing a kiss to my temple.
I lifted my chin, asking for another kiss. This one wasn’t just a peck. “Annabel says some Daddies like to give their Littles special touches in the bath.” Daddy hummed as if he liked that idea.
“Let’s get in the bath and see what I can do." He pulled me closer. "Arms up," he instructed softly, and I obeyed, letting him pull the dinosaur shirt over my head. His fingers skimmed lightly over the healing welts on my back, his touch feather-light.
"They're looking better," he murmured, pressing the gentlest kiss between my shoulder blades and I shivered, my cock hardening.
"They don't hurt much anymore," I said, leaning back into his touch. "Not when you're the one touching me."
Daddy's hands moved to the waistband of my shorts, easing them down along with my underwear. His touch made me groan.
"Into the tub, little one," he said, helping me stand.
I stepped into the warm water, sighing as it enveloped me. Daddy hadn't added bubbles this time, leaving the water clear. I watched as he stripped off his own clothes, the powerful lines of his body making my breath catch. The dinosaur shirt joined mine on the floor, and then he was stepping into the tub behindme, his strong thighs bracketing mine as I settled back against his chest.
Daddy washed me slowly, teasingly, until I was gasping and aching for more.
His hands slid lower, one gripping my inner thigh possessively while the other traced searing patterns on my stomach. "Tell me what you want, Matty," he demanded against my ear, his voice a low rumble. "What do you need from me tonight?"
"Touch me," I rasped, arching sharply into his hands. "Remind me who I belong to."
"You're mine," he growled, his hand finally clutching my cock. "Never forget that."
I gasped at the contact, my body jolting with instant need. I could feel his own hardening length, insistent and demanding, pressing into my back.
I turned my head, hungry for his mouth. The kiss was deep and consuming, his tongue claiming mine as his hand stroked my cock relentlessly. When we broke apart, both panting heavily, I knew exactly what I needed.
"Want you inside me," I pleaded. "Want to feel you take me."
Daddy groaned, his hips grinding involuntarily against my back. "The bed. Now."
He helped me stand, water sluicing down our bodies as we stepped out of the tub. Daddy dried me with fierce concentration, his touch lingering on each part of my body as if staking his claim. I did the same for him, marveling at the hard muscles of his chest, the powerful thighs, the impressive length of his cock I couldn’t wait to feel.
When we were both dry, he lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to our bedroom and laying me roughly on the sheets. He retrieved lube from the nightstand drawer, then settled between my spread thighs. “You're so beautiful," he murmured, leaning down to press a fierce kiss to my inner thigh. "So perfect for me."
I reached for him, craving his weight, his heat. "Daddy, please."
He slicked his fingers, warming the lube before circling my entrance with insistent pressure. The first finger slid in, his eyes watching my face for any sign of discomfort. "More," I demanded, pressing down against his hand.
He added a second finger, stretching me with urgent need, finding that spot inside that made me cry out and arch off the bed.
"So responsive," Daddy praised, his voice a deep rumble that resonated through me. "Such a good boy for me."
I writhed beneath his touch as he worked a third finger inside, the stretch intense and perfect. My hands fisted in the sheets, desperate for more.
"Now, Daddy," I pleaded. "Need you now."
He withdrew his fingers slowly, then positioned himself between my thighs. "We're both gonna get tested," Daddy decreed. I watched, breath caught in my throat, as he pulled out a condom and slicked his impressive length with lube. The sight of him—powerful, beautiful, and mine—