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“Nope. I’m wrapping up the last of today’s notes, then heading out for the night. You do the same.”
“Have a good night!” Jeanine calls, tipping me a two-finger wave over her shoulder.
Settling at my keyboard, I begin typing the last of my notes. Frantically recalling the day’s visit on one of my ongoing cases, knowing the sooner I get out of here, the quicker I can get home to Dean. An hour later, I close my laptop and shove everything inside my bag to head out the door. Thankfully, I’m not stopped by anyone as I make my way to the elevator and out to my car.
Dean and I have been going strong ever since we admitted we were in love. Bumpy roads aside, he’s been my rock, filling the role of my boyfriend and my Daddy as if he was always meant for the job.
Approximately seven or eight months after we officially became Daddy and baby bat, Dean asked me to move in with him. It was so adorable watching him bumble his way through a flustered excuse of how it would be easier to take care of me if I was in his house instead of halfway across town in my apartment.
I shook my head, laughing, unsure how he hadn’t figured out I had been quietly moving all my stuff into his place for the last two months. Other than my furniture and some kitchenware, there wasn’t anything left in my apartment.
My clothes had filled his empty drawers and the bare bar in the closet, one overnight bag full at a time. My stuffies and toys migrated to the vacant office space upstairs, a playroom in the making.
His mouth fell open when understanding dawned. Then he kissed me senselessly. Stealing my breath away, he whispered “I love you” into my ear while slowly making love to me.
Memories of that night flood my mind as I navigate the streets to our house. Warmth pools in the pit of my stomach. The same feeling I get whenever I think about Dean or our life together.
He was right. We took the time and the tools in our hands to build a life that works for us. As my Daddy, Dean has helped me find peace, normalcy, and domesticity, and I love him more with every minute that passes.
The garage is open, and Dean’s tinkering with his Harley when I turn the corner. He stands, wiping his hands off on a shop rag when I park next to him. By the time I shut off the engine, reaching for my bag on the passenger seat, he’s already opening my door and pulling me into his arms.
“Welcome home, baby bat. How was your day?” he asks once he’s kissed me.
“It was a good day, mostly uneventful.” Which is how I prefer case visits to be.
“Glad to hear that.” He smirks at me. “How does little time sound?”
“Heavenly,” I say, sinking into his warm hug.
“Let’s head upstairs and take a shower together. I need to wash all this grease off, and I’mstarving.”
“Can we order pizza?” I ask once upstairs and following him under the hot spray.
“Sure, baby bat. Pizza sounds perfect,” he says, soaping up a sponge and running it over my torso. “I missed you today.”
My soapy hands land on his biceps, running over his inky skin to wash away the stray grease smudges. “I missed you too.”
Like most showers we share these days, the clinical washing takes a turn for the tender intimacy I crave with Dean. The sponge falls to the floor at our feet, Dean preferring to use his hands any chance he can get.
He spins me in his arms, tacking my back to his chest and propping his chin on my shoulder. Running the suds across my belly, he dips lower until his hand encircles my rapidly growing erection.
With his big body surrounding me and his steady breath in my ear, I submit to him. Letting my mind drift away and my body become his to pleasure.
“That’s it, baby bat. Let Daddy take care of you.” He grinds his hard cock against my ass, the lingering soap easing his path between my cheeks. Rocking against me, he begins jerking me slowly, matching the gentle rhythm.
There’s nothing rushed in the moment. Daddy’s content to let the sensations course between our bodies, rising on a slow wave. Steam billows around us, water washing over our bodies as Daddy brings me closer to orgasm one slow stroke at a time.
A low moan breaks from me when Daddy strokes up my length, circling the head. On the downstroke, he extends his fingers, rubbing them over my balls. It’s the smallest change, but exactly what I need. A tingle crackles at the base of my spine as I spill over his hand.
Daddy thrusts against me again, his movements forceful and determined. Dropping his cum-soaked hand to my hip, he pushes between my cheeks. The tip of his cock catches on my rim, forcing me to brace my hands on the shower wall.
“Gorgeous, perfect ass,” he murmurs before his thrusts become jerky and disjointed. Daddy’s groan bellows against the tile, and I feel the hot jets of his release land on the small of my back.
Daddy leans over me, kissing a line up my spine until he reaches my neck. There, he nibbles and licks across my skin. Turning me in his arms once more, he captures my lips in a slow kiss that curls my toes. “I love you, baby bat.”
“Love you more, Daddy.”
We stay wrapped around each other until the water runs cool. Only then does Daddy shut off the spray, covering us both in large, fluffy towels.
