Page 23 of Grace's Daddy

“Daddy,” I yelp.

All the air is sucked from the room as he jerks his gaze to mine, his eyes wide.

My lips part as I think to apologize. Maybe he wasn’t ready for me to call him Daddy. It just slipped out. I’ve had an imaginary Daddy wash me in this tub before. I’ve said the word while playing in the water, asking him if I could stay in for a few more minutes.

He wasn’t real, though. Eli is real. A real Daddy who’s grinning at me in a way that guarantees he’s not upset. He’s pleased as punch. “Say it again.”

I blush.

He gives my ankle a tug. “Say it or I’ll tickle your foot until you do,” he teases.

I giggle and tug on my foot, but he’s too strong for me.

“Say it, sweet girl. I want to hear it again.”

“Daddy…” I finally relent.

“Precious,” he whispers. His hands are so gentle as he drags the loofah up my leg before switching to the other. All that’s left is my pussy.

For a moment I don’t think he’s going to touch me. He sets the loofah down as though he’s done. I’m rather disappointed.But then he pours the gentle soap on his hand, rubs it in to make a lather, sets one hand on the small of my back, and reaches between my legs with his other.

The moment his fingers touch my folds I nearly pop out of the water. The anticipation has been building since last night when he told me he would give me a bath tonight. I’m so turned on that I’m whimpering. I push my legs wider, silently begging him to keep going.

Eli has been staring through the water, watching as he touches me, but he slowly lifts his head to look me in the eyes. He watches me while he strokes my folds and then circles my clit.

I’m shaking from head to toe. I’ve never been this aroused in my life.

He doesn’t give me release, though. Instead he eases his fingers down lower, past my pussy until he’s rubbing my tight hole. Washing my most intimate place.

My cheeks are pink. I can’t stop them, but I don’t pull away from him. I like his touch, even there. I’m clear on the fact that some of the items in his regression kit are related to my rectum. It’s possible nearly all of the rest of the contents of that box are anal. I can’t stop my embarrassment, but I’m not going to fight him. If he intends to care for me in every imaginable way, my bottom is going to be part of that.

He comes just short of entering me. I think he considers it, but instead, he simply applies pressure to my tight rosebud before easing away. His hand comes to my thigh, and he kisses me again. “Thank you for trusting me, Grace,” he murmurs against my lips.

“Thank you for washing me, Daddy,” I respond just as softly.

Chapter Ten

Eli is quick to rinse my hair, let the water out, and lift me from the tub. He sets me on my feet and dries me off, squeezing my hair to get most of the moisture out of it.

When he’s done, he takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. Without a word, he lifts me off the floor and lays me on my back so my legs are dangling off the edge.

“Pull your knees up and spread them open wide for Daddy, Baby girl.”

I do as I’m told even though I should be beyond mortified. I’m so much more exposed now. He can see everything, including my butthole.

“Good girl.” He grabs one of my diapers, tips my legs back farther, and slides it under me.

For a moment, I think he might close it up and leave me like this—so horny I might self-combust. Instead, he picks up the bag he brought from his apartment, opens it, and pulls out two items. He holds up the first. “I’m going to take your temperature, Little one. Are you ready for that?”

“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.

Next, he holds up a tube of something. “This is lube. When I put things in your bottom, I will always rub lubricant on your entrance and the item to be sure you’re not injured.”

“You’re going to put lots of things in my bottom, aren’t you, Daddy?”

He smiles. “Such a smart girl. Yes, Little one, many things. The thermometer is so small you’ll hardly notice, but it will give you a chance to experience having me slide something into your tiny hole.”

I bite my bottom lip and watch as he pops the lid of the lube before squeezing some onto the thermometer and his finger. He holds the end of the rod with one hand while he reaches between my legs with the other to lubricate my tight hole.