8. Abby
8
ABBY
My bathroom continued with the pink theme from the bedroom. From the pink shower curtain with little hearts, the lavender bath mat, and shelves lined with sweet-smelling products in cute packaging. I loved being in here.
Royce surveyed the space with a smile and then leaned over to turn on the faucet. The oversized tub was the main reason I'd chosen this apartment. Bathtime was sacred to me. And having Royce there to share it with me was the best kind of date I could dream of.
"What temperature do you like?" He glanced at me as he tested the water with his fingers.
"Warm but not too hot." I watched him adjust the knobs with careful precision.
He scanned the collection of bath products lined up on the ledge and reached for one of the bottles of scented bubbles. "What are you feeling today, baby girl? Something sweet? Relaxing?"
The endearment made my stomach flip. "Strawberry, please." I pointed to a pink bottle. "It makes the most bubbles."
He picked it up and poured a generous amount under the running water. Bubbles immediately began to fill the tub, and the sweet scent of artificial strawberries came alive in the small room.
“Yummy.” As the tub filled, Royce turned to me and stood up. His expression shifted to be more serious than playful as he reached for the hem of my shirt. "May I?"
I nodded, suddenly breathless. We were finally getting naked. At least, I was. There was no going back from this, and I was happy about that. I never wanted to go back to not having this with Royce. “Please.”
“Such a polite girl.” His fingers were gentle as they gathered the fabric and slowly lifted it up.
I raised my arms and allowed him to pull the shirt over my head. The air felt cool against my skin, even with the hot steam filling the room.
"And so beautiful." His eyes held mine, but I could see the effort it took for him not to look down at my sports bra.
"You can look at me," I said softly. "I want you to."
His gaze dropped, and he took in my body with obvious appreciation. I was on the slim side but had good curves. "You’re perfect, baby."
The honesty in his voice made me believe him. He looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world.
Royce’s fingers slipped under the waistband of my shorts, and he hesitated before I nodded again. He pushed them down slowly, kneeling in front of me as he did.
I placed my hand on his shoulder as I stepped out of them while his hands caressed my calves. Standing before him in just my panties and sports bra, I felt both vulnerable and powerful with this gorgeous man on his knees for me.
Physically baring myself to him seemed easy compared to opening up my heart, but even that didn’t feel risky. Emotionally, I felt safer than I ever had with any other man.
"These too?" His hands slid up my hips, gliding over my panties to the bottom of my sports bra.
"Yes," I whispered.
Royce gave the same careful attention to the final pieces of my clothes as his eyes occasionally met mine, silently checking in with me to make sure this was still okay.
When I was naked before him, his gaze traveled over me with unmistakable desire. “You have no idea how much I want you, sweetheart.” He tried to keep his eyes mostly on my face, but I caught the glances down to my breasts…and what was hiding below.
Each stolen glance was like a physical touch that warmed my skin.
The tub had filled with a mountain of bubbles and was just shy of overflowing. He quickly shut off the faucet and tested the temperature one more time before turning back to me with an outstretched hand. "Your bath awaits, baby girl."
The water was perfect as I lowered into it. My muscles were slightly sore from the game, so the heat instantly soothed them. I sank down into the bubbles with a contented sigh as the scent of strawberries enveloped me. “Mmm, that feels nice.”
Royce knelt beside the tub and rolled up his sleeves, revealing strong forearms dusted with dark hair. He was still fully dressed while I was naked and vulnerable in my bubble bath. Something about that dramatic power dynamic made my insides flutter with arousal. "Comfortable?" His fingers trailed through the bubbles, creating little paths that quickly closed again.
"Perfect." I let my head rest against the back wall as I fully relaxed. "Thank you, Daddy."
The word slipped out naturally, and the smile that spread across his face told me it was exactly the right thing to say.
I reached for the ledge where my faithful pink rubber duck waited to take a swim with me in the frothy water.
Royce pushed the duck with his finger. "Who’s your friend?"
"Mr. Quackers. He keeps me company." I squeezed the duck's bottom to make it squeak. "He's a very good swimmer."
Royce watched me with a gentle smile expression that made my heart squeeze.
I dunked my duck underwater, then released him to bob back to the surface. "He's training for the Olympics." I created an improvised obstacle course of bubbles for Mr. Quackers to navigate.
"Very impressive form." Royce chuckled as he dipped his fingers into the water and created small waves for the duck to ride.
Royce leaned closer, his breath warm against my wet shoulder. "I brought some toys for you, too. Would you like to see them?"
"Presents?" The excitement that bubbled up in me was genuine and uncomplicated. "I love presents."
"Okay, I'll be right back."
Royce stepped out of the bathroom while I sank deeper into the bubbles, letting them tickle my chin. The warm water embraced me and lulled me into my happy place.
I lazily moved my legs and watched the bubbles move and come back together. The strawberry scent filled my nostrils and made me a little bit hungry.
Royce returned a moment later with his gym bag in hand. "I hope this is what you had in mind when you told me to bring toys."
My curiosity was piqued, and I sat up straighter. The bubbles slid down my chest, exposing my breasts to the open air, but I didn’t care about nudity. I only cared about presents.
Royce's eyes tracked my movement before deliberately returning to my face as a flush crept up his neck.
"I like all kinds of toys."
He reached into the bag and pulled out a collection of colorful bath toys. A blue dolphin, a green turtle with moving flippers, and a purple octopus with tentacles that could squirt water.
"Oh my gosh!" I reached for them with grabby hands, genuinely delighted to see them. They were perfect. "They're amazing!"
Royce beamed, obviously pleased by my reaction. "I saw them and thought of you immediately." He handed me the dolphin first, and I sent it diving through the bubbles to meet Mr. Quackers.
"They're gonna be best friends!" I made the dolphin do a backflip that splashed water over the edge of the tub.
"Careful there, little girl." Royce laughed as he wiped water from his face. “You need to make room for a whole zoo in there.” He handed me the other toys, and I played with them too.
"This is the best bath ever!" I arranged my new aquatic friends in formation with Mr. Quackers as their leader. “They’re gonna want to stay in here extra long to play.”
"I'm glad you like them." Royce's voice had softened, and his eyes crinkled at the corners. "But I brought one more thing. Something a little...different."
The shift in his tone made my pussy tingle. He meant a different kind of toy.
Royce reached into the bag and pulled out a purple silicone dildo with a slightly curved tip. It wasn’t huge or intimidating but was definitely designed for pleasure rather than play.
"Oh." I exhaled slowly, feeling a flush spread across my chest that had nothing to do with the warm water. The toy looked expensive, nothing like the cheap vibrator I kept hidden in my nightstand. “Wow.”
"It's waterproof." Royce’s voice dropped lower. "In case you want to play a different kind of game."
The contrast between the innocent bath toys floating around me and the sleek sex toy in his hand created a delicious tension inside me that I wanted to explore.
"I'd like that." My voice was soft but not childlike. This was an adult desire, even if it was technically a toy.
Royce dipped the toy into the water to warm it and moved it to the bottom of my foot, tickling me before dragging it up the inside of my thigh. "You know the stoplight system?”
I nodded and let my knees fall open, giving him full access to my center. “Red, yellow, green.”
“Good girl.” He gently moved the silicone over my clit, and I shivered. “You can stop me at any time by saying red or slow me down by saying yellow. Do you understand? This is all about making you feel good."
"I know." I nodded and tilted my hips to have more contact. I trusted Royce implicitly and knew he wouldn’t hurt me.
Royce's eyes darkened as his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. "You're so beautiful, Abby."
The smooth silicone teased my opening, but he didn’t push it inside. I bit my lip and watched Royce's face as he watched mine. "Feel good?" He slid it between my folds, circling my clit with the perfect amount of pressure to make me moan.
“Gawd, yes.” The warm water lapped against my skin with each small movement, but my nipples were poking out above the surface, pebbled hard from the cool air on it. “It feels really good.”
Royce teased me by edging me close and then moving the toy away while his eyes never left my face. “You’re getting close, sweetheart.”
"Yes, I need you, Daddy," I whispered, shifting my hips to chase the friction I needed.
"Tell Daddy what you need, baby girl." His voice was tender but firm.
The words sent a jolt through me, pleasure and submission intertwined. "Make me come."
Royce pressed the toy against me more firmly, sliding it along my clit and running it over my opening. The water provided a slippery friction that was different from anything I'd felt before.
“More of that.” My head tipped back and my eyes half closed as I focused on every touch. My hands moved up to my tits, cupping them and squeezing the nipples to send sharp spikes of pain right to my nub.
"That's it, baby." Royce’s free hand rested on my knee and provided slight pressure, anchoring me. "Let go for me."
The toy circled my opening but never pushed inside. My breaths quickened, and small whimpering sounds escaped my throat without my permission.
He pressed more insistently, and I thought he might slide it inside me. Part of me wanted him to, but another part wanted to only have him inside me.
I reached through the water and caught his wrist. "Wait."
He immediately stilled as concern flashed across his face. "Too much?"
"No." I sat up straighter and held my arms out to be lifted from the tub. "It’s not enough."
His brow furrowed in confusion as he pulled back.
"I don't want that inside me, Daddy. " I nodded at the toy in his hand. "I want you. I want a real Daddy dick, not pretend."
“Christ, baby. You’re killing me here.” The bluntness of my words seemed to short-circuit something in Royce's brain. He stared at me with the forgotten dildo in his hand. "Are you sure? We don't have to rush?—"
"I'm sure." I shook my arms to get his attention there. “Out, please.”
In one fluid motion, Royce stood and grabbed a large pink towel from the rack. He held it open and then pulled me up into it. "Then let's get you dried off, baby girl."
Water cascaded down my body as Royce dried me off, no longer trying to control where his eyes roamed. He wrapped the towel tightly around me and then pulled me to his chest. Even through the terrycloth, I could feel his hard cock pressing against me.
"Thank you for my bath." I looked up at him through my lashes. "And for my toys."
"You're welcome, sweetheart." He bent down to sweep me up into his arms. "But playtime is just getting started."
I reached between us and grabbed his dick through his pants. "Good. Because this is the toy I really want to play with."
His responding growl was all the answer I needed.