Caring Fireman Daddy by Scott Wylder
CHAPTER NINE
Betsy
In the bathroom, there is special pink bubble bath. Darius draws a bath and makes sure the water isn’t too hot or too cold. I smell the bubble bath. To my surprise, it is doesn’t smell like roses, it smells like bubble gum. He got me fun Little bubble bath like he knows I will like.
Darius lets the water run to fill the bath. I wind my ponytail into a bun and then stand there not knowing what to do next. I can barely stand the wait.
“I got you something special,” he says in a cute Daddy voice. “Look under the towels.”
I look under the towels, and find a unicorn-shaped scrubby sponge. “I love it! It’s perfect.”
I start to take off my clothes as quickly as possible. He doesn’t stop me or ask me to slow down. He just lets me be.
I get into the tub, and it is the perfect temperature. The bubbles surround me like a million little mermaids blew bubbles all at the same time. I swirl them around me to make a bubble bra like a mermaid. Darius smiles. He just watches me having fun in the tub. I don’t have to be overly sexy or be anything I’m not. He makes me feel that being my true Little self is sexy.
“May I wash you now, milady?” He asks like he is a servant from some silly fairy tale.
“Of course, my liege,” I say.
He starts on my back. I don’t realize how tired I am until he rubs my sore muscle with the soft sponge. He then smooths the sponge over my shoulders and then to my breasts. He’s not too rough, but uses just the right pressure. It feels so nice. So sensual. It feels like a dream. He then lowers the sponge to my stomach. I arch my back to reach him.
“Lie back, Baby Girl,” he says warmly. I lie back and rest my head on a rolled-up towel for a pillow. He reaches his hand under the water and between my legs. “Is this OKOK?” He asks.
“Yes. I like it,” I say dreamily. He tenderly runs his fingers across my clit. The warm water and his soft, strong hands feel so good I can barely stand it. I close my eyes and enjoy.
“Is that good, Baby Girl?”
“It’s wonderful,” I say as I drift off into another world. I hope this is just a prelude to something else, but this is so good I cannot think about what is next. I can’t think at all. Then he stops.
“OKOK, I want you to finish washing your body and rinse off really well. I don’t want you to get all itchy,” he says. He’s always caring, always concerned.
I stand up, let the water drain, and turn on the shower. I use actual soap to clean my body. Bubble baths are for relaxing, but they don’t really get you clean. I want to be clean and delicious for what I hope is next.
I step out of the shower onto the fluffy bathmat. He takes a towel and dabs me dry. He makes sure to get my back, dries the bit of wet hair on the base of my neck; rubs gently on my ass lingering, letting me know it’s on purpose. I turn around and he dries my shoulders and my breasts carefully cupping each one in the towel before moving on. He dries my stomach and then down each leg. He carefully dabs in between my legs. He then reaches for the powder.
I spread my legs and stand still waiting for the next part. He pours a bit of powder in his hand and then gently pats my breasts, my butt, and then on my upper thighs. He then gets on his knees, holds my hips for balance, and licks up and down my pussy. I wasn’t expecting that, but I love it and I want more. I squeal in delight. He does it again. He’s just teasing me, but it’s a sign of what’s to come.
He gets up off his knees and reaches into a small wicker hamper in the closet and gets an adult diaper. It’s pink. He motions for me to step in. He pulls it up and then pats my behind and my pussy to make sure it’s on right.
“Does that feel right, Baby Girl? You comfy?”
“So comfy. I love this,” I say.
“I thought you might,” he says. He then walks me to his bedroom.
He takes a lighter out of his pocket and lights some candles on the dresser and then turns out the lights. It’s dim, but we can both still see. It makes me less anxious, but it’s still exciting. I get onto the bed just waiting for what’s next.
He takes off his shirt and then unbuckles his pants. He unzips and takes off his pants and I can see his already hard.
“You want to see,” he asks as he runs his fingers along the waistband of his sexy blue briefs. I can see the outline of his narrow hips even in the near dark and the bulge of his erection and I can barely stand it. “Do you want this?” He cups the bulge, teasing me.
“Yes, Daddy. I want it. I want to see it. I want to feel it.”
He takes off his briefs and it’s even better than I could have imagined. His cock points at me like an arrow. It is thick and hard, and I can hardly wait.
He gets on the bed, and we kiss ferociously and tear at each other. I think of the first time we kissed in the kitchen. My skin feels like it is melding into his. He puts his hand on my pussy and I can feel it through the diaper. It seems like such a waste. I just put it on.
He caresses my hips. I raise up so he can take the diaper off. He rips it off and then dives between my legs. It is not the slow strokes like before, but now he is deliberate. He is going to show my pussy who’s boss. I scream with delight. His tongue dances on my clit like a ballet, beautiful and precise.
“Oh, I love it, Daddy, I love it.”
He keeps going and I think I’m going to come, but he stops.
“Not yet, Baby Girl, not yet.”
He stands up and strokes his cock.
“Show Daddy how much you want it.”
I crawl up on my hands and knees and take his cock into my mouth. I am so appreciative. I love to make my Daddy happy. I swirl my tongue around the tip and work my way down to the shift. Then I move my head back and forth sucking with increasing pressure. I don’t want him to come yet either, but I want him to know that I love his cock.
“That’s a good girl. Yes. Give Daddy that love.” He runs his hands through my hair and gently shows me the rhythm he wants. I comply. I love when Daddy shows me what to do. I use my tongue, my lips, my mouth, even my throat to take as much as I can take.
“Whoa, whoa,” he says. I stop. I got carried away. It is so sweet of him to save some for me.
“OK, now we got get you going again,” he says.
I lie back down, and he crawls in bed with me. He starts kissing me more gently now. I love how I can taste my pussy on his lips. As he kisses me, he caresses my breasts, careful to give each one the attention they deserve. Then he reaches down between my legs and rubs my clit in small circles with his thumb. I start moving my hips like my body is no longer mine but his to control and I love it. He reaches a finger inside me, and then two. He is getting me ready.
“Oh, Babe, you are so wet,” he says. His voice is low and husky almost like a growl. “You are so tight. I can’t wait any longer.”
“I want it, Daddy,” I pant. “I want your cock. I want you to fuck me. Please.”
His fingers quicken in and out until I come. As I start to come he slams his hard cock into me. I am so hot and ready it feels so good. I scream.
“Is that good, Baby,” he asks as he slides in and out.
“Yes. I love it, I love it!” I grip his ass and pull him into me.
“Oh, God, your pussy is on fire. You’re really coming for your Daddy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, yes. All for you.” I arch my back. “All for you.”
Before I have a chance to come again, he abruptly pulls out. “Do me a favor,” he says.
“Anything.”
“Take your hair out of the bun, but leave the ponytail.” I do what I am told.
“Now move to the edge of the bed and get on your hands and knees,” he commands.
I get on my knees and can’t wait to have him inside of me. I feel his wet finger slide across my pussy, so he knows just wear to aim. He then gently slides into me from behind. His cock is hitting my G-Spot and I start coming again. I buck my hips to meet his. He pulls at my ponytail not too hard, but enough so I know who’s boss.
“It’s you, Darius, only you,” I say as my pussy explodes all over his cock sending shivers through my entire body.
“I know,” he growls, “And don’t you forget it.”
With that he pounds into me one last time and comes inside me. He’s so deep, it feels like it will reach my brain as it shoots into me. He pulls out and I collapse on my stomach, thoroughly spent.
It was worth the wait.