Page 20 of Daddy Protector (Night Ops Daddies #1)

Richie

I’m curled on the bed, the faded blue quilt tucked around my legs, Fizz nestled beside me, his soulful eyes glinting in the dim glow of the chipped lamp on the nightstand.

The bare plaster walls and creaky floorboards feel familiar now, almost homey, despite the ever-present weight of why we’re here.

My otter book lies open on the pillow, its colorful pages a reminder of Cole’s voice reading to me in the bookstore, but my attention is elsewhere… on the sound of water running in the bathroom down the hall, a steady, soothing rush punctuated by the occasional creak of pipes.

Cole’s in there, preparing a bath, and the thought wraps me in a warmth deeper than the quilt. And I can already feel myself blush at the very idea that I might actually step into the bath with Cole’s eyes all over me.

But it’s not just a sexy feeling. It’s more than that. There’s something profoundly reassuring about knowing Cole’s looking after me like this, taking care of such a simple, intimate task.

He’s a Night Ops Guard, forged in violence and survival, capable of things I can barely imagine… neutralizing threats in jungles, facing enemies in the dark, his hands steady with a automatic machine gun or a blade.

I’ve kind of seen the Night Ops Guard side of him, the cold focus in his eyes when he’s on his laptop, the steel in his voice when he shut me down in the truck.

Cole’s a warrior, built for extreme situations, for the kind of danger that would break most people. But he’s more than that, and it’s the other side—the caring side—that makes my heart hum.

The Cole who made me warm milk during the storm, who read about playful otters on a beanbag, who teased me over pancakes in the diner, he’s just as real, just as strong.

That duality, the fierce protector and gentle Daddy, is what draws me to him, what makes me feel safe in a way I’ve never known.

Oh, and the spankings and corner time that Cole has given me… yup . They’ve all been quite something. Stingy. A little humiliating. But exactly what I needed in each of those moments.

Cole just gets me.

I shift on the bed, pulling Fizz closer, and wonder what this bath will be like. Is Cole just running the water, setting it up for me to soak alone, or will he stay?

My cheeks flush as I imagine him bathing me, his big hands gentle as he washes my hair, cleanses my body, his voice low and warm like it was when he read to me.

I desperately hope my Daddy will give me a bath, not just to care for me but to share a moment, and maybe make up for how he pulled out of the kiss in the parking lot.

I know he kissed my sore butt after the wooden spoon, but that’s not quite the same. I want something that’s all pleasure without the pain.

I want that closeness, the intimacy of his touch, the reassurance that he sees me as his Little, not a mistake.

A giggle escapes as I picture something else…

rubber ducks. Does the safe house have any?

I imagine Cole finding a bright yellow duck in a cupboard, floating it in the tub, maybe even making it quack to make me laugh.

The thought is so silly, so Little, that it chases away any lingering hurt, filling me with a hopeful buzz…

A bath with Daddy, some playful fun, it could be magic, a chance to feel his care in a new way, to let my Little side shine.

The water’s sound slows, the pipes groaning as Cole likely turns off the tap, and my heart skips, anticipation tingling through me.

Will he call me in, his voice stern but kind, ready to guide me into the tub?

Or will he leave the bathroom door open, expecting me to go alone?

I hug Fizz, my fingers tracing his fur, and let myself dream of Cole’s hands in the warm water, washing away the rain, the doubt, the fear for Pop.

I want Cole to see me, to want me like I want him, not just as his best friend’s son but as his Little… his boy.

The safe house feels smaller, the bedroom a quiet stage for whatever comes next, and I hold my breath, listening for Cole’s footsteps, hoping for a bath that’s more than water… a moment where Daddy and Little can be everything I’ve been longing for, rubber ducks or not.

And I don’t have to wait long either.

“Bath’s ready,” Cole says, poking his head around the bedroom door. “Come on, move that Little butt. The temperature is just right.”

I pause.

I want to ask Cole something.

But I don’t know if I can…

“D… I mean Cole,” I say, my voice uncertain. “I mean Daddy… um…”

Cole arches his eyebrow and I can see that even if he suspects what it is that I’m about to ask, he needs to hear the words come out of my mouth for himself.

Come on, be brave.

What’s the worst that could happen?

“Daddy,” I say, taking a big breath of air and steadying myself. “Would you maybe, possibly, only if you want to… give me a bath?”

“Of course,” Cole replies, not keeping my hanging on as he smiles a wonderful, truly handsome smile. “I thought you’d never ask!”

With that, the two of us walk down the hallway and into the bathroom. The bath has bubbles in it, but not so many that I’m going to be entirely covered for the whole time. I blush as I turn to face Cole, not quite sure how this is going to work.

“I can turn away if you like,” Cole says, his eyes kind but with a hint of mischief in them too. “It’s up to you, boy.”

“N-n-n-no, that’s okay,” I say, blushing as I decide to take the plunge and remove my t-shirt, revealing my bare chest.

I feel a surge of adrenalin course over my body as my slender but in shape chest bares itself before Cole’s eyes, my nipples immediately stiffening in the bathroom’s cool air.

The bath might be hot, but this is still a remote, basic safe house after all…

underfloor heating is very much off the menu.

“Trousers and briefs next,” Cole says, his arms folded across his chest and his biceps looking meaty, strong, and exactly the kind of arms that could pick me up, spin me around, and do precisely whatever they wanted to me.

“I’m on it, Daddy,” I say, doing my best to sound like I’m playing this cool but almost falling over at Cole’s feet as I do as I’m told and get my trousers and briefs off my ankles.

Cole nods and I feel him watching me as I take one step after the other into the bath. He was right, the temperature is perfect. It’s super-warm, but not so hot that I have to worry about scalding myself.

“OMG, this is great,” I say, sliding down so that my lower half is covered by bubbles and my neck just at the water level. “I don’t suppose…”

“Rubber duckies?” Cole laughs. “No, sadly not. But I do have a super-soft blue body sponge. We could pretend it’s a… whale?”

“Daddy!” I laugh, shaking my head in mock derision. “That’s silly! But, yeah, let’s do it anyway!”

Soon enough, I completely forget the fact that I’m butt naked in the bath with a man who’s meant to be my bodyguard. It just feels normal, like Cole is my Daddy and I’m his Little.

As I swoosh and splash my newfound sponge whale across the water, Cole takes another sponge and begins to work it over my shoulders and back.

There’s something about Cole’s firm but gentle touch that relaxes me further, the feeling of the hot sponge on my body making me let out a long, satisfied sigh.

“Daddy, that feels so nice,” I say, moving my whale sponge over my breasts in unison with Cole’s movements on my back. “But what if…”

I know it’s a risk, but it just feels right. I have to do this. I need to feel Cole’s touch everywhere …

I adjust my position in the tub so that I’m on all fours and my hot, wet, bubble-covered butt is sticking upward, my cock and balls exposed between my legs and ready for Cole’s attention.

“I think a good, very thorough clean is a great idea,” Cole says, his voice gravelly and full of hunger. “Arch your back a little. I want it all the way.”

I giggle and gasp in delight as I arch my back and feel Cole’s sponge work its way down the crack of my ass, the hot water seeping through and making me tingle all over.

With my dick dipping in and out of the bubbles as the bath water sloshes around, I know I want this to go further – and I think Cole does too…

“Butt higher,” Cole commands, taking matters into his own hands as he grips my legs and adjusts my position on my behalf.

And as soon as I feel Cole reach and work the sponge over my cock, I know that this isn’t going to last long at all.

Each movement pushes me closer to the edge and it’s clear that Cole knows exactly what he’s doing as he wraps his fingers around the sponge to add an extra level of pressure as the warmth and sensual pleasure makes my dick throb with the most intense, unstoppable rhythm.

“Daddy, I’m going to…” I say, my breathing heavy and my legs beginning to quiver as my orgasm rapidly builds and makes me buck in the water. “I’m… mmmmph .”

“Let it all out, boy,” Cole says, gripping me as he ditches the sponge and uses his wet fingers to bring me to a full, leg-trembling climax as he wanks my hard, soapy dick, the bath water now sloshing high and over the edge of the bath as I moan and groan in joy. “Show Daddy how much you love it.”

I do as I’m told and fully let go of my inhibitions, bouncing myself back and forth in Cole’s hand, my legs trembling and my wet, soapy ass cheeks wobbling as my orgasm lands hard and long.

“That’s it,” Cole says, his voice full of affection as I ride the final waves of my climax and slump down into the bath, satiated and suddenly very sleepy indeed. “I think it’s time for Daddy to take his boy, dry him, and put him to bed. Don’t you?”

“ Mmm-hmm ,” I nod, giggling and barely able to speak. “Sleepy. Very sleepy.”

Cole chuckles and fetches a big, heavy towel to dry my satisfied body.

I’ve got a feeling that I’m going to sleep very well tonight – but if my Daddy wants me to do any naughty things to him in bed, I think I might just be able to wake myself enough for that before I fall asleep for the night…