Chapter 7
The sound of running water reached Brooklyn’s ears. She was simultaneously nervous and excited. Baths meant no clothes. Would Caden see her naked or could she hide in the bubbles? Did he want to see her naked?
Brooklyn remembered the sensation of pressing tightly to his powerful frame as they’d kissed earlier.
She hadn’t reached down to touch him, but she was pretty sure his cock had hardened against her.
Squeezing her thighs together, she imagined what making love with Caden would be like.
He wasn’t a teenager, but an experienced man.
Of course, he’d had other partners. Maybe she wouldn’t be as beautiful as they were. Or as good in bed.
The TV clicked off, making Brooklyn sit up quickly. She squeezed Fluffikins to her chest. Please don’t let me disappoint him.
“I don’t like that look, little girl. Are you scared?” Caden sat next to her and lifted her onto his lap. “Tell me what’s going on in your brain.”
“What if you don’t like me?”
“I already like you, Brookie,” he answered without hesitating.
“Maybe I’m not good enough for you.”
“Good enough how? I don’t think having a crappy ex makes you a bad person. That’s on him,” Caden told her, stroking her hair from her face.
She noticed he had a scrunchie around his wrist. Her daddy was getting her hair piled on her head, so it didn’t get wet. He thought of everything.
“He is a bad guy,” she agreed, loving the feel of his hands over her scalp. “I didn’t mean that.”
“Tell Daddy what’s worrying you.”
“I’m not anything special. I don’t have big boobs or a badonkadonk.”
Caden laughed at her term. “I’m not all smooth skin and white teeth, little girl. I’ve got scars and a couple of bullet holes Zale sewed up for me in the field. My body won’t win a beauty contest. I hope that doesn’t turn you off.”
“Of course not. That’s totally shallow.”
Her words echoed in the silence of the empty room, making her consider what she’d said. “Oh! I don’t think you’re shallow.”
“I’m glad to hear that, Brookie. I think you are beautiful, sexy, and utterly adorable. That won’t change when I get your clothes off of you. It’s a good thing we’ll take Fluffikins into the bathroom as our chaperone or I might ravish you on the rug.”
“Really?” she asked.
“Look at me, little girl.”
It took her several seconds to meet his gaze fully. “Meeting you was the luckiest day of my life. I’m attracted to you on every level possible.”
“Okay,” she whispered. He’d never lied to her before. She’d gamble on trusting him now.
“Good girl. Now, before the tub overflows and sweeps the three of us out the front door, let’s go pop you in the bath.”
She nodded. Holding her bunny tightly to her chest, Brooklyn slid off his lap and wrapped her fingers around his. She followed him down the hallway and breathed a sigh of relief to see that the tub was only at the halfway mark. “We made it.”
“We did. Are you ready to make your toughest decision of the day?”
“Maybe?”
He winked at her to reassure her. “Bubble gum or lavender scented foam?”
“Lavender tonight,” she chose quickly.
“We’ll both sleep like bugs in a rug then. Good choice.” Caden picked up a purple plastic bottle and poured some of the fragrant mixture inside. Immediately, bubbles formed on the surface of the water.
“Quick! Let’s get you inside the tub before there’s no room for you.”
Immediately, Brooklyn set Fluffikins on the vanity where he could see well.
In the rush to get her clothes off, she almost forgot to be self-conscious.
Caden did that on purpose, she thought as he helped her step safely into the tub.
After a slight sting of discomfort when her punished bottom touched the warm water, she settled down in the fluff with a sigh of relief and enjoyment.
“The water feels heavenly.”
“I’m glad, little girl.”
Caden lifted a basket from the floor and selected several toys for her to play with during her bath. “Here’s a mermaid and some floating flowers. Maybe a few seahorses and a squeezy clam?”
“Fun, Daddy!” She claimed the mermaid and swam her through the water as he lowered himself easily to kneel next to the tub.
Busying herself with playing, she watched out of the corner of her eye as he grabbed a big blue pouf of netting and poured some thick liquid soap on it to bathe her. When he stroked it the length of her spine, she sat up straight with a sigh of delight.
“That feels incredible.”
“Yay, Brookie. Thank you for letting Daddy know what you like.”
As his washing caresses continued, she relaxed. This was amazing. Pure pampering.
“Let me steal this arm for a minute,” he requested.
Her breath caught in her throat when the pouf brushed innocently along the sensitive side of her breast.
“You okay, Brookie?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She daringly added, “That felt good.”
“Let’s see if I can find other delicious spots. Daddies love having a quest. And soldier daddies are the best trackers out there.”
“Of all the daddies in the world?”
“Of course.”
One of their first conversations replayed in her mind. “You told me you dated the neighbor of one of your teammate’s Little.”
“Yes. A few months ago.”
“I didn’t think through what you said. Your teammate has a Little?”
“I have three teammates with Littles. You’ll get to meet them someday. We get together often.”
“And there are six of you on the team? That’s pretty wild odds that four of you are daddies,” she said.
“The other two are daddies, too. Max and Hank haven’t found their Littles yet. Well, that’s not true. Hank had a Little several years ago. She passed away.”
“That’s so sad.” Tears prickled against her eyelids.
“It is. Now, I need a foot. Which one volunteers?” he asked, swooshing a hand around at the bottom of the tub. “Got one!” He pulled up the crab and looked at it as if he were completely baffled.
“That’s not my foot!” she told him, giggling at his silliness.
“Thank goodness! I was a little scared, thinking your toenails felt like pincers!”
“Daddy, that’s awful! Here’s my foot. See! Perfectly normal toenails!”
He cupped her heel in his hand and checked her foot out carefully before washing her toes. “You’re right! No pincers here.”
She grabbed the crab floating on the surface and played with it. When Caden’s hand stroked along the inside of her thigh, her hand tightened on the rubber object in her hand, and a stream of water arched toward her daddy’s shirt.
“Sorry!” Brooklyn said quickly when a wet blob appeared on his T-shirt.
“I won’t melt, Brookie,” he reassured her and reached over his head to yank the soaked garment off.
Brooklyn almost choked on her tongue at the sight of Caden’s muscles and the tattoos scattered over his broad chest. She was staring but couldn’t stop. His raw power and handsomeness astounded her. Without thinking, she licked her lips.
“That will make my next set of four hundred push-ups totally worth it,” he commented wryly.
“You can do that many?”
“On a good day,” he teased. She had a hunch that meant he could do a ton more.
“I’m so out of shape.”
“My job depends on my being ready to handle anything that comes my way. I don’t expect you to do fifty pushups.”
“Or two?” she asked, trying to sound like she was teasing but really being truthful.
“We might need to work on your being able to do two, little girl. You don’t need to worry that we’ll have a chin-up competition. I torture my team enough with physical training,” he told her as he washed her other leg.
This time as he reached the top of her thigh, he swirled the pouf over her mound to her tummy. “Relax,” he told her when she sucked in her gut.
“That’s hard to do.”
“You’ll get used to me touching you, sweetheart.” He swirled the soft fabric around her breasts and over her tightly clenched nipples.
Her eyelids drifted to half-mast as she focused on his movements.
The almost physical sensation of his gaze watching her react to his caresses pushed her arousal higher.
Brooklyn allowed the pleasure to erase her nervousness as she permitted her natural sensuality to take over.
She arched her back, presenting herself for Caden’s attentions.
“Very good, little girl. One more place to wash, and then Daddy will let you play for a few minutes before it’s time for bed.”
She squeezed her legs together, automatically guarding her most private area.
Even sitting in the water, she could feel the slickness of her juices.
The combination of being little in a bath of bubbles and his intimate touch seemed like a fantasy come true.
Brooklyn couldn’t believe her own daring.
She’d never thought someone would make her secret dreams come true.
He stroked a hand from the base of her skull to a supportive spot between her shoulder blades and instructed, “Lean back on the tub and put your feet on the bottom.”
After guiding her into position, he shifted her legs further apart. She didn’t resist him. Please. Let him touch me.
A small moan slid through her lips as he stroked the pouf between her legs.
Caden washed her pussy with a light pressure that made Brooklyn bite her lower lip to keep from begging.
Still sensitive from his earlier caresses, she craved his direct touch—to feel his warmth instead of the netting.
When he lifted her hips slightly while stabilizing her to whisk between her buttocks, Brooklyn slapped her hands over her face to hide.
Watching him touch her was more intimate than hiding her face while she draped over his lap.
“No part of you will be off limits, little girl,” he warned in a quiet tone that registered deeper in her jumbling thoughts than a loud voice.
“Yes, Daddy,” escaped from her lips before she could stop it.
“Good girl. Now, you’re all clean. You were such a good girl. Want to play for a bit or would you like to get out of the tub now and have time to get a special treat from your daddy?” Caden rose and looked down at her.