Daddy, Sir (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #6)

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

“Tati, time to wake up. You need to have some dinner so you can take your medicine.”

“No, Daddy. I’m going to stay right here,” she mumbled.

Her eyes flashed open when he slid his arms under her to scoop her up. Automatically, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he carefully carried her out of the room.

Even though she fought to wake up, Tatiana realized she needed to be pleasant. He was doing so much for her. She bit her lip to keep herself from complaining or protesting as she took deep breaths to clear her mind. Looking up at him, she studied his hard jawline. Was there anything soft on his body?

Stop that! She didn’t need to be thinking about that part of his anatomy right now.

When he sat her on the couch, the captain looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “What in the world are you thinking about?”

“I really wanted to sleep,” she blurted, unable to think of another excuse.

“I see.”

She could tell he didn’t believe her. Tatiana sniffed. It smelled amazing in here. “But I’m hungry now.”

He nodded. “Let me get you some soup. I made baked potato soup. Do you like it cheesy, with bacon, or both?”

“You made soup? Both, please.”

He headed for the open kitchen a short distance away and put together a bowl for her. “I have a few tricks up my sleeve. I like to cook. It’s kept me from eating MREs in desperation.” When she looked confused, he added, “Meals ready to eat.”

“Not so good, huh?”

“It’s nutrition and fuel.”

He took a seat on the coffee table in front of her and balanced the tray on his lap. Her boss dipped a spoon into the hot mixture and held it close to her lips. “Blow on this first. It’s too hot.”

Tatiana reached for the spoon, and he pulled it away.

“You’re in an awkward position. Let me help you. Blow.”

Not knowing what to do, she followed his instructions. The taste when he spooned it into her mouth was amazing. Her eyebrows flew up her forehead in amazement. She savored the delicious mixture and swallowed before complimenting him, “That’s better than a restaurant’s.”

“I’m glad you like it. Have some more.”

He quietly fed her. Tatiana kept waiting for it to become awkward, but it didn’t. When she was about halfway through the bowl, he set the tray down to grab a pain pill. She took it gratefully. Her leg throbbed inside the cast.

“I can’t believe I broke my ankle. I am such a klutz.”

“Don’t speak poorly about yourself. I’m sorry you were hurt as well. I don’t like seeing you in discomfort. Have a bit more soup.”

Soon, she couldn’t take another bite. “That’s it for me. Have you eaten?”

“Not yet. Do you have anything I can get?” he asked casually.

“No,” she answered, horrified.

“Neither do I. I was tested about six months ago.”

Tested? Her face flamed with embarrassment. “You mean sexually? No. I’ve been tested recently, too. Are you supposed to ask me that?”

“I’m not asking as your boss.” He took a bite of the soup remaining in her bowl and quickly polished it off. “I’m asking as the man who thinks he’s your Daddy. What do you think?”

“About my boss asking?”

“No. The military could fire me tomorrow for the appearance of impropriety. I’m asking as a man who thinks I’m your Daddy.”

“Oh. I don’t want you to lose your job. I should go.”

“Not going to happen. You need help. Do you have someone else you could call?” he asked.

“No,” she admitted.

“First, your job is completely safe. Are you interested in me at all as your Daddy?”

Tatiana froze. He held her gaze with his. She wouldn’t lie to him. “I’ve never had a Daddy. I’ve read about them and dreamed about them, but never met anyone who I knew was a Daddy.”

“Do you think I could be a good Daddy for you?” he asked quietly.

She took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes.”

“Thank you for being brave. You tell me if something changes, and I’ll back off.”

“Okay.” A wide yawn stretched her jaw. Tatiana shook her head. She couldn’t be this tired again.

“It’s the meds, Tati. They zap your energy but keep you from hurting. Let me clean up the kitchen and then we’ll get you ready for bed.”

“Okay.”

She was almost asleep when he brushed his fingers through her hair. “Mmm,” she protested.

“I know, Tati. A quick wash and then bed.”

“Bed,” she repeated.

A minute later, she blinked into the bright light of the bathroom and grabbed the edge of the vanity instinctively to hold on. She watched him turn on the faucet and adjust it. Not long after, he wet a washcloth and squeezed it out.

“Hands,” he requested. When she held them out, he washed them.

The warm water felt amazing. The sensation of the material sliding over her skin made Tatiana feel cherished. It had been a long time since anyone had treated her with such tenderness. Tears ran down her cheeks.

“Little girl, you’re breaking my heart. Can you tell me your story?” the captain asked. He rinsed the cloth and moved to wipe her scant makeup off her face.

Damn, that felt good. Tatiana looked up at him and found him watching her with such concern she felt she needed to tell him the truth.

“A bunch of poor decisions. I dropped out of college because I was in love. He was a charmer, but unfortunately, I wasn’t the only one he was charming. When I left, he became violent. I don’t think he ever loved me. He just didn’t want anyone to not worship him.”

“I’m glad you’re away from him.” The captain dried her face as if to prevent her from being cold.

“Me, too. Hopefully, he won’t find me again.”

“Again?” He moved on to her neck.

The tender care reassured her, and she told him more. “This is the third place I’ve moved this year. Somehow, he keeps tracking me down. I’ve checked for trackers and come up empty. This last time, I abandoned everything—my car, my clothing, my furniture. Thank goodness Hugo was in my purse.”

“Let’s get this blouse off you.” He unfastened the button at the back of the neck and drew it over her head.

Tatiana closed her eyes, not wanting to see the disdain she was sure would be on his face at the sight of her worn cotton bra. Hardly sexy underthings to attract a man.

“So lovely,” he said gently as he washed and dried the skin he had uncovered.

She peeked up at him. He looked—hungry. He wasn’t disappointed in her.

“May I take this off so we can get your pjs on?”

“I don’t really have pajamas.”

“Would a nightshirt work?” he asked. When she nodded, he held up a finger for her to wait and walked briskly from the room. He returned in a short time with a T-shirt. “One of mine should work. You hold this.”

Automatically, she took the soft material when he handed it to her. He whisked off her bra and quickly cleaned and dried her skin as she held her breath. The brush of his hand inadvertently against her skin sent shivers of arousal through her.

“I’m sorry, Tati. I’m making you cold.” He took the shirt from her hands and threaded it over her head.

“I’m not cold,” she whispered when her face emerged from the fabric.

The captain cupped her chin and leaned forward to kiss her gently. “I have some shivers myself. Let’s get you to feeling better so we can enjoy those together. Okay?”

“Okay.”

In a jiffy, he had her legs and feet bathed. She only giggled a bit when he touched her ticklish spots.

“Arms around my neck,” he directed.

As she followed his directions, he explained, “I’m going to help you stand on your good leg so I can take off your skirt and panties. Then it’s time to potty and go to bed.”

Standing on one leg, groggy from pain meds, wasn’t easy. She held onto his broad shoulders to stabilize herself when he lowered himself to one knee in front of her. When she was somewhat steady, he unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the ground. She held her breath as his slightly rough hands slid up her outer thighs to loop under the sides of her underwear and pull them down to her ankles.

The captain stood and lifted her from the garments to carry her to the toilet. “Pull up your shirt, Tati. You don’t want to get it wet.” When she complied, he set her bottom on the seat.

She sat there, squeezing her muscles not to wee in front of him as he returned to the sink to turn on the faucet. The sound of the water running to reheat was all it took to overwhelm her resolve not to pee. He rinsed and twisted the extra liquid from the cloth before returning to her side.

“All done?”

After nodding, Tatiana flushed the toilet. She allowed him to help her stand and stared at the ceiling as he carefully cleaned her pussy and between her buttocks. “I’m sorry you have to do all this for me,” she whispered.

“I’m not. In my mind, a Daddy should care for you just like this whether you’re hurt or feeling well. Would you like that?”

She gathered her courage and nodded again, unable to say the words.

“Then, I think you need to call me Daddy.”

“When we’re alone?”

“Or with others who are Little,” he suggested.

“There are others who are Little?” she asked in surprise before yawning widely as the exhaustion she’d pushed away dropped back over her like a blanket.

“Yes, Tati. Now. Time for bed.”

Soon, snuggled under the covers with Hugo, Tatiana closed her eyes. She loved that her Daddy sat on the mattress by her side as she drifted off to sleep.