Daddy's Sweet Girl (Montana Daddies 3)

“Probably stress and exhaustion. When we get home, I’ll run you a bath. Afterwards we can snuggle up and watch a movie. What’s your favorite movie?”

“Um, Fast and Furious?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of Beauty and the Beast.”

“Oh, I do like Tangled.”

“Tangled it is. Just let me take care of you, baby.”

SHE SAT ON THE SOFA and stared at the show on the T.V. screen not really seeing it. Kent was upstairs drawing a bath for her. She chewed at her thumbnail worriedly. Where was Max? Was he okay? Please, let him be okay.

She had this horrible feeling he wasn’t, though.

“Abby?” A hand landed on her shoulder, making her startle with a scream. She whirled to find Kent standing behind her. “Damn, baby, you’re jumpy.”

“Sorry. Sorry.” She placed her hand against her chest as her heart threatened to leap out of her chest.

“No, I’m sorry. I should have thought...” He sighed. “Come on, sweetheart. I’ve got a bath ready for you. Let’s help you relax.”

She stood and walked towards him, taking his hand. “I don’t think I can relax.”

“We’ll see.”

She followed him up the stairs and into the main bathroom. He’d drawn her a bath filled with bubbles.

“This looks nice. Thank you.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” he prompted.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she said shyly.

He reached for her top to pull it off. She took a step back. “I can do that.”

“Nope, Daddy is taking care of you tonight. Completely.”

“Oh,” she said. “And that means I can’t undress myself?”

“Nope,” he replied. He pulled off her clothing, throwing it into the corner of the room.

“You shouldn’t throw clothes like that,” she scolded.

“I’ll pick it up later, Miss Tidy Pants,” he teased her.

She knew he was trying to lighten her spirits and granted him a small smile.

“Well, it was tiny but I’ll take it,” he said.

Once she was naked, he grasped her around the hips and lifted her into the bath. He’d taken the butt plug out as soon as they’d gotten home, much to her embarrassment.

“Oh, this feels so good,” she said as she sat. The warmth of the water soothed her tight muscles.

“I thought my girl would enjoy a bath. You just lie back and let Daddy wash you.”

He grabbed a cloth and soaping it up, began washing her arms and shoulders. He moved down to her breasts, running the cloth across each nipple making them harden. A tremble rocked her, but he didn’t linger, moving down her stomach then down to each foot.

When he rubbed the cloth over the bottom of her feet, she giggled.

“My girl is ticklish,” he commented, doing it again.