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CHAPTER NINETEEN

ELLIE

Hot water cascaded over the top of Daddy and me.

He’d kept it cooler than I liked it, but he’d complained that my temperature was enough to singe the hair off his body.

It wasn’t that bad, but I let him win the fake argument anyway.

I could take another one later tonight to get properly clean.

Between Daddy B’s broad shoulders and the shower’s tight quarters, we were smashed up against each other.

There wasn’t even enough room for me to raise my arms to wash my hair without knocking my elbows against the wall.

“Baby boy, let me do that,” Daddy ordered.

His slick fingers combed through my tangled curls.

I wasn’t quite sure why Daddy’s body needed to press me against the shower wall, but I was happy for it.

Between his hot flesh and the cool tiles, my body was a riot of sensations that sent my nerves into overdrive.

“Maybe this was a bad idea…”

“Shush your mouth right now. It was the best idea either one of us has had all damn day.” Daddy swooped down to capture my mouth in a searing kiss.

His hands smoothed over my slick back and cupped my flat bottom.

His butt was rounded from years on the ice.

It was an absolute bubble of sexy deliciousness.

I still didn’t understand how I’d managed to pull him, but I’d thank whatever lucky star was responsible for it.

Sometimes I’d ask him to hand me something just so I could see him go get it.

He hadn’t figured out my laziness was on purpose. Score one for me.

“Daddy B, it’s so tight in here. We don’t have room for anything,” I said when we came up for air. He gave me an incredulous look.

“Baby boy, you think I’m going to walk away without taking care of you?

No fucking way.” Daddy dropped down for another kiss that left me on fire.

His tongue dominated my mouth, but it always left me wanting more.

More power. More control. More of everything from him.

“A little lube and we’ll be good.” First, he handed me a bottle of conditioner and then picked me up by the waist like I weighed nothing. “Wrap your legs around me.”

Holy mother and all the saints . This man supported me with his nondominant arm under my bum.

“Gimme some of that,” Daddy indicated with a nod of his head to the bottle I still held. “Good boy.” His praise sent a swarm of butterflies straight into my tummy. “You don’t come until I tell you.” I nodded because words weren’t wording for me. When he got all alpha, my brain turned to mush.

“Don’t have room for anything, my ass,” Daddy muttered as he angled his leg to support me while grasping our cocks in one of his giant hands.

The contrast between his calloused fingers and the slickness of the conditioner liquefied what was left of my brain power.

Any ability to think was long gone, and only tingling nerve endings were left behind.

His deep sighs fed me and my cock went from chubbed to steal in a stroke.

He managed to keep both of us in his grip.

My hands clutched his broad shoulders, but I didn’t know what else to do or where to touch him.

I buried my face in his muscled shoulder while I figured out how to recreate the sensations he gave me.

“Baby boy, stop thinking. Let Daddy take care of you. Let me give this to you.”

“I want you to feel just as good as me.” Daddy B lifted my chin and his eyes bore into mine.

Frustration and need swirled with some unnamed emotion.

“This is what feels good to me. You falling apart on me because it feels so damn good to you is what feels good for me. Knowing that I make you feel so fucking good that you can’t even think is the only thing I want.

You don’t have anything to worry about, baby boy. I’m getting everything from you.”

“Daddy, you make me feel…I can’t…I can’t even explain it…” I searched for the words, but they floated outside of my grasp.

“Then just enjoy it, baby boy.” Daddy B jacked our cocks like he was taking a test on it and had been studying all night.

His fingers gripped us, but each movement made my cockhead bump against his lower stomach, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

My cockhead leaked on his dick and added to the lube.

Within minutes, I struggled to follow his instructions not to come.

“Daddy, I can’t wait.”

“Not yet. Can you hold on a little longer, baby boy?” Daddy B slowed his movements but tightened his grip. “Do that for me.”

I schooled my breathing to try and maintain my equilibrium. I thought about the Queen and car parts but none of it took my mind away from the gorgeous man who gripped my cock and wouldn’t let me come.

“Daaaaaady, I need to come.” My hips ground against him, almost involuntarily, seeking relief or satisfaction. One of the two. “Need. To. Come.”

“Oh, baby boy, I wish I could let you, but you’re not there yet.” His strokes slowed to the point where they could be measured in fractions of an inch. “I don’t think you want it enough.”

“No, Daddy, I do…argh…I do so much.”

“You sure?” Daddy angled his hips so I was pushed back against the wall and our dicks were sandwiched between us. “You don’t sound too certain.”

“I-I-I am.” Forming coherent words was difficult when every nerve ending was on fire and tremor after tremor shook my body.

“Manners matter.” Daddy promptly sucked at the pulsating spot at the base of my throat, and I lost the plot for a minute.

“Daaaaddy, please let me come. Please. Please. Arrrgh.”

“I’ll let you come, but you need to promise me something.”

“Anything. Anything you want.”

“I want you to let yourself go today and be as little as you’ve ever wanted. Nappies. Pacis. Wetting. Let yourself exist as a little.” Daddy B continued his slow strokes of our dicks while he laid out his terms. “I want all the parts of you and no hiding yourself. Every. Single. Part.”

If I thought Daddy’s eyes were intense before, I knew now how wrong I’d been. He stared into my eyes like he saw every secret crevice of my mind.

I dropped my head back to his shoulder and whispered the quiet part aloud. “I’ll try.”

“Good boy.”

My promise was enough for him to speed up the stroke of his hand.

The slickness buffered the water so his smooth grip glided over our dicks with the promise of relief just out of reach.

From my awkward position, I did my best to thrust into his fist. Daddy swallowed my keening cry when his mouth slanted over mine and pulled all the air from my lungs.

“Fuck, baby boy, I’m so close. Do you see what you do to me?”

His hard shaft was dark red and swollen when I glanced down. Somehow, his hands grasped us both, but I wanted to give him some of the pleasure he always focused on me.

“I hope it’s like what you do to me.”

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“Like I’m shattering from the inside out.”

“Yeah, it is.”

I gripped Daddy’s shoulders while he jacked us both to completion.

The pressure and need wound tighter and tighter inside me until I lost all ability to think or concentrate.

My brain only comprehended the singular sensation of how his fist gripped my dick.

Each stroke moved me closer to the release that I desperately wanted.

When the tingling that started at the base of my spine made its way through my body, I knew I was one step away from sobbing.

Everything molecule in my body homed in on the need for relief, and this man was the only one who could give it to me.

“Let yourself go, baby boy, I’ve always got you,” Daddy whispered. “I promise I’ll take care of you.”

His words triggered me and I spilled cum across his fist. Rope after rope spurted from my dick until it felt like a wrung out rag. I collapsed against him and felt the warmth of his skin along with the stickiness of his own release as it sprayed against my stomach.

I wanted to give him everything.

“Daddy B, I needs help. Peas.”

While Daddy B finished up in the bathroom, I needed to get dressed, except I didn’t know which to pick. I’d packed my regular hangout clothes, but I packed my favoritest ones too. This was a Daddy job.

“What’s up, kiddo?”

“Gotta pick.” I held up my school T-shirt. Boring . And my Bluey shirt that didn’t quite reach the top of my joggers. Super cute .

“That’s a silly question. Bluey is always the right answer.

” I tried to stay serious, but giddiness bubbled out of my heart and landed on my face.

“Let me help you.” He grabbed my overnight bag and dug around a little bit while I leaned against the oversized bed with my towel still wrapped around my waist. “Underwear or nappy?

“Nappy,” I answered with a stubborn nod. “Wanna stay little.”

“You do you, baby boo.” Daddy B’s silliness gave me the giggles and the wiggles. “Kiddo, I need you to stay still so I can put these on you.”

“But, Daaaaaaaaady, I have the wiggles.”

“And I have some clothes I’m trying to put on you. So what are we going to do?”

“Gonna keep wiggling.” Daddy’s stern look made me guess again. “Gonna stop wiggling?”

“Got it in two, kiddo. Let’s get you dressed and then start our movie marathon because I need to snuggle with my boy.” I put my hands on Daddy’s shoulders to balance while I stepped into my nappy, then my pants. He threaded my arms through the sleeves of my shirt.

The skin of my stomach played peek-a-boo, and Daddy lightly brushed against the bare skin of my tummy. My lungs stopped working the exact moment I had to laugh because his fingers tickled. My body didn’t know what to do, so I snorted and sounded like a pig. I wished I were cooler.

“You should wear this shirt more often, baby boy.” I preened and showed it off a bit. “It’s almost as cute as you.”