“Hey, Coco. Have a good bath?”
“Yes. I—”
She looked at her daddy who was still leisurely stroking his finger in and out of her ass in a way that made her tummy clench and her pussy get wet. Hudson gave her a little nod, and said, “Go on, you can tell Ian.”
“I got to have bubbles and toys.”
“Aw, man, I totally missed out,” the redheaded man said as he strode toward her and then bent down to kiss her cheek. She hadn’t gotten so many kisses probably ever. Made her feel all warm and mushy and small. “Maybe next time you take a bath, I can come too?”
“You like to play with tub toys?”
“Fuck yeah I do. And play hangman with the bathtub finger paints. Or tic tac toe. I also do a really excellent seal impression. So, what do you say? Do I get an invite for Princess Coco’s next tubby time?”
“Um, okay, if you really want.”
Ian pumped his fist and she felt those long-dormant muscles trying to pull her lips into a smile. Not quite there yet but now she was really looking forward to her next bath. Tomorrow maybe?
“Sweet.”
He ruffled her hair and his eyebrows crunched. Had she said something wrong already? He’d seemed so happy a second ago…
“You know what princesses should have?”
So she was a princess now, huh? That was hilarious but she’d take it. She’d always wanted to be a princess.
“A crown?” she offered.
“Obviously,” Ian said. “But they should also have really cute haircuts. Would it be okay for me to have my friend Halliday come over and give your hair a little trim?”
“Dude, you could use a cut yourself,” Hudson pointed out, and Ian responded by putting his fingers in his hair and making it stand straight up.
“True. You’re looking kinda shaggy too, big man.”
“Then I guess we gotta get Halli over here,” Hudson agreed before looking at her. “What do you think, Cosy? Can Halli cut your hair while she’s here doing mine and Ian’s? She has her own salon and it’s really fun, we’ll take you there sometime. She’s even done hair for some famous people.”
“Okay?”
“Cool,” Ian said. “I’ll give her a call when we’re finished up here. What’s my job?”
“How about you stay with Cosy while I mix up the solution?”
“I can do that. I’m super good at entertaining people while they’re waiting. I’ve been practicing my juggling, wanna see?”
Daddy rolled his eyes as he smiled at her and withdrew his finger from inside her. “He’s actually not bad. I bet you and Hopscotch will like it.”
“Well shit, where are my manners? I didn’t know the bunny had a name now, I would’ve introduced myself.”
Ian made a big show of introducing himself to Hopscotch and they had a whole whispered conversation before Ian remembered he was supposed to be juggling.
He grabbed a few bean bags from a basket and stood where she only had to turn her head to see him. And then he was doing it, for real. Juggling. Master had certainly never bothered to entertain her, but Ian seemed delighted when he caught all the beanbags and she made Hopscotch clap with her paws.
“Thank you, thank you, ladies and lapins—that’s French for rabbit—I’ll be here all week.”
Then Hudson was back between her legs with what looked like a big bag of water attached to a tube. She knew where that was going. He pulled something that looked like a metal stick out of the end of the changing table and then pointed it up like an antenna before attaching the bag to it.
“I hope Ian wasn’t boring,” he said, putting more lube on the nozzle at the end of the tube even though she was sure she was still very slippery.
“He was very good, Daddy.”