“For a long time, I had this dark…well, I thought it was dark. Thisdesireto be someone’s Daddy. Really clear fantasies, but a huge block to actually acting on them with another person. And then you…” I tug on a curling strand of hair that has fallen free of her ponytail. “My sexy little Goldilocks…everything I ever wanted crystallized into…you on my doorstep. I’ve never felt such an immediate desire to actually paddle someone’s bottom.”
She laughs. Then stops. Then smirks. “That’s funny. And fun.”
“Yes to both.” I graze my fingers over her cheek, then down her neck. “Do you want me to wash you all over now?”
“Soon.” Her eyes twinkle. “I have so many questions.”
“I can relate.”
She sticks her tongue out. “I offered to trade.”
I settle my hand on the back of her neck and close the gap between us, kissing her over the edge of the tub. “I know, little one. But that’s not how I want to find out all your secrets.”
She licks her lips as I ease back. “I’ve never really dated. I’ve had chaperoned dates to…events. All very uninspiring and definitely not my type. But I knew what I liked, in theory, before I climbed this mountain.”
My heart slams into my rib cage. “Oh?”
She smiles softly. “I had a fantasy, too. Never thought of it as dark. It was always very…nice. An older man who would befriend me andseeme for who I really am, not my family name or responsibilities. We would share secrets, and then one afternoon—it was always an afternoon, never at night—I would kiss him.”
Her voice drifts, turning extra sweet, just like her fantasy.
I’m transfixed.
“He would be reluctant, at first. I think that was because I started to have these thoughts at an age when he would have to be very reluctant, really. Where he wouldn’t actually touch me in real life, because he’s a good man, but in my fantasy, where I can control him, he eventually gives in. He lifts me into his lap and touches me under my sundress until I squirm in his lap and…”
She blushes.
“What?” My voice is rough.
The water in the tub splashes as she shifts her position. “I…find a release I can’t get on my own. But he knows what to do. How to touch me.”
My cock is swollen now, seed pooling in my balls. Any sex dream I’ve ever had has now been replaced by a jailbait Abby sitting in my lap, begging me to touch her.
Find a release. Even her sex talk is poised.
Abby may claim not to be a princess, but I’m sure she was educated in exactly the same way as royalty would be. Private schools and everything.
Whoever her military parent was, they weren’t an enlisted SEAL, that’s for damn sure.
With a breathless laugh, she rises on her knees and tugs at my hand. “Come on, Daddy. Give me my bath and then I want those potato chips.”
“That’s right, your exotic snack.” I grab the soap and start with her arms. “I’ll warn you, too many can give you a tummy ache.”
Her lips twitch. “Noted.”
We fall silent next, as I skim her lovely scented soap all over her body. When it comes to her tender pussy, I skip the soap and use fresh water on a washcloth, then my bare hand, carefully. She rocks gently against my touch.
“You feel all right?”
“Mmm.” She smiles. “Can we do it again before bed?”
“Nothing could stop me—except you being too sore.”
“I’m not.”
“Good.” I turn her around, washing her back, her bum, and the hidden treasure between those cheeks.
She watches over her shoulder as I gently but thoroughly stroke her tight asshole, then she kisses me hungrily when I rinse away the soap and wrap her in a towel.