Chapter 11
Sage
During the night, as I slept in Daddy’s arms, he moved against me with a tenderness I’d always craved. He didn’t pressure me, but he held me all night. I slept like baby. Like the baby I was.
Here in Preston’s house, in his room, I felt safe and protected. I barely knew him, but my body relaxed. Instinct told me I was where I was supposed to be.
I thought he might insist on fucking me like all the others.
He did not. I wanted that, but not so soon.
Maybe he’d read my mind? Or maybe he was unsure?
He had never been a daddy. He was learning.
But from my point of view, he was a natural daddy.
That meant he could be himself and it was already daddy-perfect.
I slept soundly with his warm, naked body wrapped around me and woke smiling. But when I felt around the edges beneath the comforter, Preston wasn’t there.
I sat up, fisting the sleep from my eyes. The bedroom came into focus. No Daddy.
I got up and wrapped myself in a blanket from the foot of the bed. First, I went to the door and opened it. I listened in the hall for any sound but there was nothing.
Turning to face the bathroom door, I saw it was ajar. I listened at the crack and heard water running. Shyly, I pushed it open. Maybe Daddy Preston was in the shower. I didn’t want to disturb him.
At first, light blinded me. I had to blink a couple of times before my vision cleared. The mirrors were bright, the room warm. Then I saw Preston and what he was doing.
When he looked up at me with a wide smile, I became brave again. I wasn’t intruding.
Daddy knelt by the bathtub, naked. Water poured into it. Steam from the faucet made the air misty around the waterfall. White bubbles piled on top of each other on the water’s surface. I smelled flowers, the sweetness filling me up.
Daddy motioned to me with his hand. “Come on in.”
I took one step toward him, then another.
“The tub’s almost ready.”
“For what?” My voice came out shaky, unsure.
“For your bath.”
“For me?” I looked from him to the water and back at him.
“It’s nice and warm and soapy. I might join you.” He dipped his hand through the water. “Look, there’re bubbles and everything.”
“You did this for me?”
His grin widened even more, if possible. “Look, I even have toys.” He pointed to a lineup of yellow ducks, red and blue boats, and orange plastic goldfish.
“You have toys?”
He lowered his head. “I bought them yesterday hoping I might have a use for them some time. And there they are. Would you like Daddy to give you a bath while you play with them?”
I could hardly believe it. I nodded, my breaths coming faster, then dropped the blanket to show him I was already naked and ready.
He held out his hand to me. “Come here, beautiful boy.”
I reached out and took his hand.
“Look, I have clean cloths and nice fluffy towels all ready.”
I glanced at everything. He was very organized and all set to give me a bath.
“Are… are you going to wash me?”
“I sure will.”
Most of my past daddies had wanted me to shower with them but nothing more than that. Any shower toy I might want I’d have to bring myself.
“Do you want me to wash you?” His voice was hesitant.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He sat up on his knees, his thigh muscles stretching and rippling, his ass flexed. “Get in.”
I couldn’t stop staring at him. His skin was naturally tan and glowing with health. His hair, no longer perfectly gelled, fell across his forehead in shiny dark strands.
He motioned toward the bubbly water.
I lifted my foot to step over the edge of the tub, noting that he watched my every move, his eyes skimming up and down my body. I wanted him to see me. I craved to be what he wanted and since I met him he was giving me everything I desired. I felt like the center of the universe.
My cock was semi-hard as I lowered myself to the water. Daddy made no comment. He had to know I couldn’t help it. After last night…. And now he was sitting naked by the tub and watching me as I lowered myself through the bubbles.
The perfect temperature soothed me but my cock still bobbed up through the bubbles as I breached the surface of the bath water. I let out a giggle.
“Glad you’re enjoying this,” Preston said with a sideways smile.
“I can’t help it, Daddy.”
“You’re too cute for words.”
I flushed all over at the compliment, surprised the water didn’t boil.
The bubbles were irresistible. I began to run my hands through them. “Wow, so thick. So pretty.”
“Help yourself to the toys.”
I reached out to the ducks first. “These are like the ducks on my underwear.”
We both laughed.
I plopped two of them into the storm of bubbles. They bobbed up and floated toward me. Next I grabbed the red sailboat. “This is so cool.”
“Glad you like it.” Preston held up a fuzzy washcloth. “Let’s get you all clean now while you play.”
“Are you going to clean me everywhere?”
“Yep. Everywhere.”
My cock hardened and I could see the tip just poking out at the surface ridge of bubbles, all pink and curious.
“Is that okay?” Preston asked.
“Yes, Daddy. I need to be cleaned all over.”
“Are you a dirty boy?”
I ducked my head. “Sometimes.”
“Well, that’s no problem. But you’ll have to be patient with me. I think I might be good at giving baths but I’m not sure.”
“You’re not sure?”
“I haven’t done it before. But you inspire me.”
When he spoke to me that way, I got dizzy. He had such a presence about him that I responded to in every way. It really made me think this could work out between us. I hadn’t known him long, but I hoped for that.
Now I was in soapy water with him ready to wash me. I sighed, needing this moment to last, dreaming it was as good for him.
I made my hands into fists and excitedly splashed the water. “Where do we start?”
Daddy Preston dipped the cloth into the water. “How about your neck and shoulders?”
“Okay.”
The cloth pressed soft and warm against my skin.
He started at the nape of my neck, then ran it over my shoulders side to side across my upper back.
Amazing. I hummed low in my throat and pushed the sailboat hard until it bobbed and swayed as it hit the side of the tub.
As Daddy washed me, I grabbed a plastic fish, delighted to see it was a squirt toy.
I held it under the water to let it fill up through its mouth, then pulled it up and squeezed. A fountain of water shot up in the air.
“Look, Daddy.” I couldn’t stop laughing.
“I see. That’s very cool.” His hand came around my front. I turned my head so I could stare at the muscles of his chest as he worked.
“I can’t believe you got these toys,” I said.
“I hoped you’d like them.”
“And you bought so much special food I like, too.”
“If I’m going to be a daddy, isn’t that my job?”
I looked up at his face. Our eyes met. “Don’t just do it because you think you have to.”
His gaze softened. “It’s for me, too. I’m allowed to enjoy this, too, right?”
“Right. But you be you, too.”
He moved the washcloth in slow circles against my chest. “What we have together so far feels very natural to me when I’m around you.”
“So far?”
He caught my chin with his spare hand and tilted my face up to his. “Yes. It’s been wonderful. This isn’t a hookup.”
I blinked. My mouth dropped open and before I could blink again he pressed his mouth to mine. The cloth fell with a plop into the water as he cupped my cheeks to prolong the kiss.
When he pulled back, I hissed in a lungful of air. He had literally taken my breath with that one.
I kept staring at his alluring gaze, soft and brown.
“I think I want to get in there with you,” he said softly.
“Yes. Daddies are allowed to do that. And I’m a big boy right now.” It was the cue that I wasn’t a baby and he could do big boy stuff. I kept reminding him just in case he wasn’t sure.
He stood. His cock proudly pointed toward me as he straddled the tub’s side and stepped in. My daddy was so handsome. I was the luckiest boy in the world.
He sat down in the water and faced me, knees bent and sticking out of the water. The water level went up and waves crashed against my ribs. “Oh, that is nice,” he commented.
“Baths are fun times.” I picked up a second boat and handed it to him.
Together, we raced our boats through the slowly melting bubbles, making waves that caused them to topple, then right themselves once again. We laughed and splashed as my new daddy truly and actually played with me.
Eventually, he took up the cloth again. The water was becoming clearer. I could see all of him and he could see all of me. We were both fully hard now.
“Can I finish washing you?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy.” I spoke in my most needy-boy voice.
My skin began to tingle before he even touched me. First, he used the cloth and soap on my chest and my arms. Then the cloth dropped and it was just his hands, slippery, all over me.
He scooted close to me, his palms moving up and down my thighs. I leaned into him, knees bent. His hands slid to the insides of my thighs.
The soap floated on the water, the bubbles almost gone. He reached for it and said, “Keep your legs spread nice and easy. That’s right.” He soaped all the way up my thighs until his hands cupped and lightly squeezed my balls. “Nice and clean there,” he continued.
One hand moved up to my cock, stroking it where it bobbed before me. Next, he said magic words I’d been waiting to hear.
“Turn around, please.”
I choked out, “Yes, Daddy.” I twirled in the water and got my knees under me.
Slowly, Daddy pressed his soapy hands against my back. I bent down until my back arched and my forehead nearly touched the water’s surface.
“Such a good boy for Daddy.”
Tingles ran all over my skin. I was good. I knew it. I smiled, trying not to slip too much. The tub had a rough bottom, but I was having trouble staying balanced with water sloshing all around me and soapy hands circling to my lower back… and lower.
Fingers tapped over my tailbone. I lifted my hips and they slid delightfully into my ass crack. I gasped loudly and let out a moan.
“Got to make sure you good and clean. Is this good?”
Breathlessly. “Yes, Daddy.”
Daddy Preston began to stroke down over my hole and back up. He repeated the process many times as I moaned louder and stuck my ass up out of the water. I wanted to give him better access and bigger ideas.
He understood me perfectly as one finger slid against my pucker and pushed gently. I felt my muscles open. I wanted this. I wanted him. When I felt his finger push again I pushed back and it slid into my hole. Not all the way. Just enough to tease.
I whimpered.
“Relax, baby boy. I’ve got you.” His voice rumbled through me.
I wanted to correct him. I was a big boy right now, but this was just too awesome to interrupt. Besides, I loved being called “baby” even when I was a big boy.
I moaned again and his finger began to wiggle.
It pulled out and quickly went back in, deeper this time.
Preston kept teasing me until his finger pushed all the way in.
Hello. That felt great. My body wanted to suck it in.
Instead, it pulled out again, leaving me empty.
But not for long. Seconds later, I felt two fingers and lifted my hips to receive them.
Daddy took his time with me, opening me up. He kept whispering over and over how good of a boy I was, that I was a sweet boy, that I was beautiful.
I loved praise. Apparently, he loved to give it.
When my muscles were fully relaxed and my hole open, he took his fingers away and said, “Now we need to wash your hair.”
I let out a sob.
“Patience, baby. I’ve got you. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
Did I trust him? I wanted to. I needed to. Because he was the best thing to ever happen to me.