Page 36 of A Daddy to Love

Daddy backed away. “Oops, I almost forgot. The centerpiece.” He went to his dresser. On it was a large silver gift bag with white tissue paper sticking out of the top. He handed it to me.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Look and see.”

I set the bag down and pulled out the tissue paper. Inside was something round and soft. And big. I pulled it out. It was a squishy, soft as a cloud, round as a beach ball, blue and pink edged with two antennae coming out the top, and a big-eyed face with a little embroidered smile. I stared at it. “What is it?”

“An alien. I think.”

I jerked it to my chest, squashing the creature in the process. “I love it. So much!”

“Good. And the rest?”

“All of it, Daddy. You didn’t have to do this. It’s too much.”

“It’s what daddies do. I take care of my boy.”

I surveyed the lineup of items again. “I love all of it, Daddy. Thank you so much. Can I wear the PJs tonight? And the pull ups?”

“Of course.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips. “Would you like a bath to see how the new bath toys work?”

I nearly toppled over. The only person who’d ever given me a bath was a nanny from years ago when I was still a toddler. But once I’d become school age I was very independent.

“Yes, Daddy. Can I play with the toys and have the bubble bath?”

Daddy gathered up the items. “That’s what it’s all for.”

In the bathroom was a big white tub. I watched the bubbles form as the water flowed into it. My toes curled.

“All your clothes. Off,” Daddy ordered.

I quickly stripped as Daddy left for a moment to get a stack of towels. I watched the water, shifting excitedly from foot to foot, my cock already hard and bobbing.

He placed a hand on my upper back and said, “Get in, baby.”

I stepped over the edge of the tub very aware my backside was on full display for my daddy. I was small and compact, but with a firm ass. I knew that about myself because I’d checked in a mirror many times at home. The treadmill and stationary bike four days a week had helped in that area.

Truce’s hand stayed on my back as I slowly lowered myself into the bubbly warm water and let out a big sigh.

“Good?” he asked.

“So wonderful.”

He opened the new packs of tub toys and tossed them in. The fish and sailboats floated in the white currents. I immediately grabbed one of the goldfish, about the size of my hand, squeezed it and filled it with water. Then I squirted it up into the air. A fountain of water came from its mouth, making me yelp.

“That’s so cool!”

Daddy laughed.

When he got down on the floor, he leaned over the tub and grabbed a washcloth. Immediately, he began to run the cloth over my shoulders and back.

For some reason, I hadn’t thought about him really washing me. Maybe I thought he would just watch. I wanted him to watch. But no, this was a hands-on daddy. All the way.

As I played and pretended not to notice, he soaped me up from neck to toes. Even my cock and balls. When he clasped them in his soap-slippery cloth, it really turned me on. My cock stood up against my belly, the dark pink tip poking out of the clouds of bubbles.

I wanted to come, but Daddy didn’t linger long enough as he made sure he cleansed every inch of me. His shirt got wet. I kept waiting for him to take it off. Finally, he did, tossing it aside.

I held my breath. He had a dark shadow of short hair brushing the tops of his pecs, which were hard, the nipples dark and small. And he was tan all over, the skin smooth. If I touched him, he would be oh so warm and my fingers would easily slide over his muscles. Already, my palms itched to feel him.