Page 24 of Layla's Daddy

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 hedoesn’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?”

“How many men know for sure this hair is not fake?” As he asks, he slides a palm down my front, bending until he can pat my bare pussy.

It takes me a second to realize what he means, and then I start giggling yet again. I’ve never laughed this much in one day, and it’s not even noon.

Daddy kisses behind my ear. “How many men, Baby girl?”

Oh, he was serious. “Uhhh…” I pretend to count on my fingers, thinking hard as I flip them out in front of me, one at a time. When I switch back to the first hand, implying I’ve moved into double digits, I can no longer keep from laughing. The look on his face is comical.

I turn around and jump into his arms, wrapping my naked body around his. I set my hands on his cheeks and look him in the eyes. “I assume several people at the Dungeon have caught a glimpse of my pussy while someone was spanking me. Besides that, I’ve had sex with three men. None of them actually saw my pussy.”

His eyes widen as he palms my naked bottom. “How is that possible?”

I shrug. “Easy. Dark, clumsy, under the sheets… Do you want to know something else?” I’m going to boost his ego out of this stratosphere.

“What, Baby girl?” He walks with me out of the bathroom.

“The most aroused I’ve ever been in my life was two hours ago when you strapped me down and played with my nipples before breakfast.”

Daddy stops moving. His eyebrows lift into his hairline, and his cock swells against my naked pussy.

I grind myself against him because I can’tnotdo so. Then I tip my head back and moan. “Nope. I was wrong.”

His breathing is ragged. “How so?” His voice is deep and low.

“Thisis the most aroused I’ve ever been.” I wiggle my pussy against his cock again. I’m not playing fair, but I can’t help it. I’ve never actually wanted to have sex with anyone as badly as I’d like to have Daddy inside me.

Daddy groans as he continues through the bedroom, down the hall, and into my nursery. He lays me on my back on the changing table and says nothing as he pulls a strap across my waist.

I start panting because that’s what happens when Daddy straps me down.