Daring Daddy (Montana Daddies 5)

She shrugged. “She’s okay.”

“Are you going to give her a name?”

She bit her lip. “No.”

“All right then.” He tucked her dark hair behind her ear. “Baby girl, Daddy is going to get you ready for your bath now, okay?”

A hint of worry filled her face, and for a moment he thought that she was going to refuse, clam up on him again. But then she just nodded. It seemed that her crying spell had shifted something inside her. Maybe she was just too exhausted to hold her Little back. But he needed to give them both this. He had to take care of her. It was burning in his gut. Something he couldn’t deny.

He dragged off the blanket and slowly started undressing her. He was careful to keep his touch from lingering, his gaze from spending too much time on her breasts or pussy. This wasn’t about sex.

Despite his hard on.

He lifted her into his arms, noting that she left the doll behind. The bath was nearly filled. He set her down on the toilet.

“Need to go potty, baby girl?”

She blushed and nodded. He turned the taps off and tested the temperature of the bath. “Perfect.”

He turned back, noting that she hadn’t used the toilet yet. She was bright, bright red.

“I’ll wait in the bedroom, princess. Let me know when you’re finished.” He understood. It was too early for anything like that. He had to remind himself that not that long ago, she couldn’t even acknowledge her Little. Now, she was letting him strip her off, see her naked, bathe her. . .

He heard the toilet flush.

“I’m done,” she called out hesitantly.

He walked in to find her unable to meet his gaze. Her arms were crossed over her body as though to protect herself from his gaze.

Well, that wouldn’t do.

He walked over and crouched down in front of her. “You don’t have to hide from me, princess. Like I said the other night, as your daddy, there is nothing I don’t want to know about you or do for you.”

“It’s not always easy to let go of. . .of. . .”

“I know.” He got it. He did. There were years of conditioning about what she should be ashamed of, what she should hide. But Littles shouldn’t hide anything from their daddies. “Would it help if I stripped off?”

Her eyes widened then she shook her head. “No!”

“Shame.” His lips twitched.

She stared at him suspiciously. “Are you laughing at me?”

“Of course not.”

“Hmm. I think you’re laughing on the inside.”

She yawned and he knew he needed to get her over this. “Come on, princess. You’ll be able to relax more in the bath. We’ll get you nice and clean and then you can go to bed.”

“No point in going to bed, I won’t sleep.”

He set her down in the bath water. “Why not?”

She shrugged. “I hardly ever sleep. I usually just get a few hours. It’s been that way since. . .well, for ages.”

That wasn’t good. She needed plenty of rest. He’d have to do something to remedy that.

She reached up to hold her hair up. “Is there a hair tie anywhere?”