Daddy's Angel (Montana Daddies 7)

“Because you deserved it.” He tapped her nose warningly. “Got any toys to play with?”

He reached into the cupboard and picked up one of the washcloths he’d spotted, wetting it in the bath.

She bit her lip. “Umm, there might be a rubber ducky and some other squirty toys. They’re in a small basket with a lid on it.”

He drew the basket out. You’d never know what was in there unless you went through her stuff. He opened the lid and then poured the toys into the bath. She let out a surprised squeal as the toys hit, splashing up water.

“Daddy!” she said with a laugh. But her embarrassment was gone.

He started washing her with the cloth, aware of the way she tensed. He got it. This was her first time being completely naked with him. But he was going to show her she had nothing to be ashamed about.

She was beautiful. She was his. If she let him, he’d do this for her every day for the rest of their lives.

“So do your bath toys have names?” he asked to distract her.

She giggled. “No, Daddy.”

“Well, why not? Maybe we should name them. How about Ducky, Flippy and Slippy?”

“Those are silly names.” But she relaxed and started to play as he moved the cloth down her back.

“That was my best work,” he protested as he washed her arms.

“Hmm, you can do better.”

“Why you cheeky monkey.” He started tickling her. She giggled, splashing water at him. By the time, he pulled back, his T-shirt was soaked.

He drew his T-shirt off, aware of her small gasp. He had to grin. He admitted he liked the way she stared at him. With awe and no tiny amount of arousal in her eyes. But he needed to get her clean and settled in her room. She needed more food than that protein bar she’d eaten. She also needed him to look after her. To show her care after how her parents treated her.

“Lie back, baby, so I can clean your front and legs.”

She bit her lip but lay back without a word. He started at her feet. “Daddy, no more tickling.”

“No more tickling, I promise. What movie do you want to watch?”

“I dunno. We can watch what you want to

watch, Daddy.” He moved the cloth up towards her pussy. Without giving her a chance to worry about it, he wiped it between her folds. Then he placed one hand under her lower back and lifted her bottom up so he could slide the cloth between her cheeks.

It was all done quickly and without a word.

“Daddy!” she let out a protest.

“Yes?” He threw the cloth in the hamper and picked up a towel.

“I…you…you just cleaned my butt!”

He had to grin. “You don’t usually wash your butt?”

“What…yes…I mean…oh dear Lord.”

“Come on, little bit. Out you get. Let’s get you dried. Then you can pick what movie to watch.”

They ended up settling on Despicable Me. One of her favorites. Bain set up what he called a nest. Which was a pile of pillows and blankets on the bedroom floor. She lay on them, under the duvet from her bed and he fed her little tidbits of food that he’d collected from the kitchen. There was cheese, crackers, meat, grapes and even a few bits of chocolate.

About halfway through the movie, she felt her eyelids drifting closed. She yawned and tried to force herself to stay awake. Bain got up and grabbed her sleep sack, laying it out on her bed.

“Come on. Time for sleep.” He led her into the bathroom and helped her get ready. She climbed into her sleep sack and he grabbed her quilt, putting it over her.