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He set the ax and sharpening stone aside and approached me. “I know you can handle yourself, sweetheart, but I still worry. The thought of you getting bitten by zombies or kidnapped by raiders makes me want to burn the whole world down. I want to know you’re safe beyond a doubt.”
I released a long breath. “Sometimes I miss it, you know? The excitement and freedom of being up there year-round in the wide open. I don’t miss the scary times or the times I almost starved to death, but there are certain parts I miss.”
He wrapped an arm around me and placed a gentle kiss atop my head. His familiar masculine scent washed over me, bringing me comfort, and my agitation started to fade.
“The zombie horde will probably be cleared out in a week or so. You just need to be patient.” He guided me away from the screens and led me to the bathroom. “I think I know how to help calm you down, sweetheart. How would you like a nice, relaxing bath?”
I perked up at that. “With extra bubbles?”
“With extra bubbles.” He reached for my stuffie. “Let me put Possum Bob on the counter so he doesn’t get wet.”
I handed over my stuffie—the first present Daddy ever gave me—and shifted in place as I awaited bath time. Daddy gave the best baths.
I watched with bated breath as he rolled up the sleeves of his flannel shirt, revealing his thickly-muscled forearms. Years of living off the land, killing zombies (and raiders) had given my daddy an amazingly sexy, sculpted physique. My pussy spasmed and my mouth went dry.
“All right, babygirl, Daddy’s going to get the bath going first.” He guided me into a chair and forced me to sit with my legs spread wide. “You stay right here like this while I prepare your bath. No closing your legs and squirming around, and absolutely no rubbing.”
I gave an outraged gasp. “But Daddy! Why can’t I sit like normal?”
Both his eyebrows shot up. “You know why. I can tell you’re becoming aroused, sweetheart. I can see it in your eyes. Last time you sat in that chair with your legs pressed tightly together, you started squirming around and you got so aroused that you left a wet spot behind.”
I flushed with embarrassment. “Well, it’s not like I could help it. It’s not my fault you look like a total snack when you’ve got your sleeves rolled up, Daddy.” I resumed pouting as he set about preparing my bath, though my mood lightened when he poured a triple ration of bubbles in the water.
Once the tub was filled up, he swirled his fingers through the water, testing the temperature. “There, that ought to do it.” He rose to his feet and turned to face me, his eyes lit with suspicion as he checked the placement of my hands.
“I behaved myself, Daddy. See?” I made a show of spreading my legs wider with my hands placed firmly atop my thighs, which caused my short skirt to ride up, giving him a glimpse of my panties.
“Well, I suppose there’s a first time for everything,” he quipped.
By some miracle of the universe, I resisted the urge to stick my tongue out at him. Instead, I made a hmmpph sound and flipped my hair over my shoulder.
Daddy helped me to my feet. His gaze was heated, and a quick peek at the front of his jeans showed they were getting tight. My breath caught in my chest and my pulse spiked as I thought about the activities we might share later. Would he order me to kneel and take his thick cock in my mouth? Would he bury his face between my thighs and feast on my pussy, licking my clit until I climaxed on his tongue? Would he bend me over the bed and claim me from behind?
Warm quakes surged to my pussy as he started undressing me. With great care, he pulled my shirt over my head, and his large warm hands skimmed my flesh in a sensual caress. Next, he removed my knee-high socks and my skirt, leaving me in nothing but a floral-print bra and pink lace panties. He placed my clothing in the nearby hamper.
Daddy cupped my face in one hand, and I leaned into his touch. He delved his other hand between my thighs, stroking my crotch over my panties. Oh. I lurched into his touch with a needy whimper.
“I’m going to give you a choice, babygirl, about what kind of bath you get tonight.” He waited until I met his eyes before continuing. “Option one. You can have a relaxing bath all by yourself, and I’ll turn on some music for you or bring you a book. Whatever you’d like.” He pressed his fingers more firmly to my crotch, causing me to moan. “Option two. You can have a thorough babygirl bath during which Daddy will take his time cleaning you everywhere.”
“Option two! Option two!” I didn’t even need a second to think about it. I appreciated that he was giving me a choice, and there were times when I needed option one, but right now I craved his touch all over my body. I especially craved his touch on my privates.
“Option two it is.” A satisfied gleam entered his dark eyes, and I shivered as he reached around to unfasten my bra. He removed the undergarment and stood back to admire my bosom. I didn’t have to glance down to know my nipples were hard.
The ache in my core deepened as he removed my panties. I placed my hands on his broad shoulders to steady myself as he drew the undergarment down my quivering legs.
Just knowing his hands would be on my nether area soon was enough to leave me breathless and shaking with desire.
He tossed my undergarments in the hamper and gently grasped my arm. His sexy dark gaze roved over my body before he stepped toward the bath, guiding me into the water.
“Mm.” I sank into the bath, luxuriating in the warmth. I immediately scooped up some bubbles and blew, giggling as they drifted around the bathroom. A rather large one landed on Daddy’s nose and sat there for about five seconds before finally popping.
With a sigh, he wiped at his face and gave me a stern look. Uh oh. Maybe I ought to behave. That was the sort of look he usually gave me before he reddened my bottom. A quiver raced across my cheeks, and I felt instantly remorseful.
Just last week, he’d spanked me for staying up past my bedtime, and the memory of how strict he could be while administering discipline was fresh in my mind.
Another quiver raced across my bottom, and I squirmed in the water, my thighs pressed tightly together as I sought to quench the ache in my core. I watched as Daddy reached for a washcloth and dipped it in the water, his bulky forearms flexing with his every movement.
Yep, Daddy was a total snack. If I was a good girl during my bath, maybe he would let me have a taste.
