Page 55 of Viking Ink

RHYS

I sat on the toilet seat waiting for Daddy to reappear. He’d sat me down and started filling the tub, then disappeared with a grin. I felt surprisingly good, considering the heavy conversation we’d had. It felt good to finally tell Daddy the truth, and to admit my fears. I watched the water in the tub rising, the bubbles filling the room with a tropical scent. Should I strip down? I toyed with the idea for a moment, then decided that no, I wanted Daddy to strip me down and help me into the bath. I wanted to feel his hands all over me, centring my scattered thoughts so that all I could think of was him.

I hadn’t even realised he’d walked back into the room until I felt his warm, calloused hand on my cheek. His red brows were furrowed in concern. “Are you thinking deep thoughts?”

“Yeah, a little bit,” I admitted, leaning into his touch.

“Want me to help take you out of your head for a bit?” He ran his hand through my hair, making me want to purr like a cat.

“Yes, please. I want to feel good.” I turned my head so I could kiss the inside of his wrist as his hand moved to cup my face.

“Of course, baby. What are your limits? How would you feel if things turned sexual? Even if you regress?”

I tilted my head towards his hand and smiled, trying to fight the blush I knew was already staining my cheeks.

“I would like that, Daddy.”

His eyes darkened with what only could be described as hunger—for me, and that just made my heart beat faster. “Okay baby, stand up for me and let me help you out of those clothes.”

I did as he asked and stood. He made quick work of my t-shirt and sweatpants, until I was standing in my underwear.

“Now baby bear, I haven’t asked this yet, but I suppose now is the right time. Do you want Daddy to help you when you go to the toilet?”

Oh my god.

My cheeks felt like they were a hundred degrees, and my cock jumped up like a surprised soldier. Oh jeez. It was so intimate, letting Daddy take control of that.

Daddy must have taken my hesitation as no. He brushed my hair away from my face, smiling softly. “If it’s not something you’re interested in, that’s fine. Not all kinks are for all folks, remember?”

“N-no,” I stammered, trying to get my words to come out right. I huffed in frustration. Daddy gave me one of his understanding looks, and I took a deep breath. “I mean, yes, it’s something I want to try. I won’t know if I like it until I do, but it’s something I’ve wondered about, how it feels. It’s like with the diapers. My body responds so strongly to the thought of you looking after me like that. It’s so intimate, and I want to try. But maybe… not yet?”

I let out a soft moan when Daddy leaned in and kissed me, and it had me panting and rocking gently against him.

He broke the kiss, stroking my face gently. “My perfect, brave, baby bear. You’re right, sweet boy. It’s something we can work up to. For now, let Daddy bathe you. I really need to get my hands on you.” Daddy’s voice had gone all growly again, and it really was hot.

The way he looked at me and touched me made me feel desirable and special.

He turned his head and let out a laugh. I followed his gaze and saw the bubbles of my bath reaching near the top of the tub. “Whoops. Better stop getting distracted and get you in the tub, hey?” He bent over and turned the taps off, then turned back to me “Okay, let’s get your underwear off and get you into the tub.” He hooked his fingers into the hem of my underwear, catching my eye as he gave a gentle tug on the elastic.

I nodded, giving a little wiggle of my hips as he slid my underwear down until they pooled at my feet. I stepped out of them, and Daddy helped me into the bath. The warm water felt wonderful as I sank deep into the tub.

“I’ve got some bath toys for you, baby bear.” He knelt by the tub with a net bag. Inside were boats, and ducks, and those foam blocks you could stick to the bathtub or tiles. I made grabby hands as soon as I saw them.

Daddy handed me the ducks, and I started to play while happily Daddy watched. Daddy sat down by the tub, helping me build my duck navy and battling the great bubble monster. Somehow, I managed to get bubbles in Daddy’s beard, which I thought was the funniest thing ever.

“Oh, you think that is funny do you, Ree?’ Daddy had an evil grin on his face. Oh no! Next minute, I had bubbles all over my hair and face, and Daddy’s shirt was soaked through.

I was struck by a fantastic idea.

“You should take your clothes off, Daddy, and join me.” There was more than enough room in the huge tub. I tipped my face up, giving him my best puppy eyes.

“Do you think we’ll both fit in there, baby bear?” Daddy asked, stripping his t-shirt over his head. Damn, my daddy was built. I may have lost my ability to speak as I watched him. Daddy’s chest was broad, with a light dusting of red hair on his pecs and a fine trail leading down past his belly button, He had a flock of ravens flying over one shoulder to his chest, and on the other was a snarling wolf. His body was covered in ink, and I wanted to trace it all with my fingers and tongue. The bath water sloshed around me as I wiggled around to take a better look. Daddy’s sweatpants hit the floor, and I nearly swallowed my tongue. More ink covered his torso and waist and twin wolves wrapped over his hips, their stylised snouts pointed to his groin. I licked my lips as my gaze lingered on his cock. I wanted to taste him again.

When had I become so brazen?

“Sit forward, baby bear, see if I can fit my fat arse in the tub.” I scooted forward, but not before getting a good look at Daddy’s arse.

“It’s a fine, fine arse, Daddy.” I answered, then giggled, realizing I had spoken aloud.

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