Page 56 of Viking Ink

Daddy let out a deep chuckle as he positioned himself behind me. I was right. There was more than enough room for the two of us. I was snuggled between his strong legs, my back against his chest. This was going on my list of favourite places to be.

“Can you wash my hair?” The idea of Daddy washing me like he’d done yesterday had my stomach tingling in the best way.

Daddy’s hand trailed up my back and neck, his other tracing circles and shapes on my belly. His breath came out in warm puffs of air against my damp skin.

“Of course. Wash you, then get you all dirty again.” He turned me around to face him and kissed me softly.

“Daddy, you’re getting me hard again,” I whined into the kiss.

“Is that so? I’m not doing anything, baby. That’s your own doing.” He gave a mischievous grin.

Oh, Daddy was evil. I let out a sputtering sound, waving my suds-covered hand. “Nothing? You get in the tub all naked and sexy and tell me you’re doing nothing?” I let out a huff, but Daddy would not be swayed.

“Well, you’ll have to put up with it until I finish washing you, and no playing with your cock until I’m done.”

I opened my mouth to object, but Daddy spoke quietly behind me. “If it’s too much, baby, we can stop.”

No. I didn’t want to stop. Okay, I was horny as hell, and I wanted Daddy to help with that situation, but not being allowed to touch myself was strangely freeing.

My pleasure was in Daddy’s hands.

“I’m good, Daddy. Keep going please.” I shivered with delight when Daddy brushed a kiss along my bare shoulder.

“Sit forward, baby. I want to run some fresh water.” Daddy grabbed the shower attachment on the taps, letting the water run until he was satisfied. “Okay baby, close your eyes.”

I closed my eyes and leaned forward in the cocoon of Daddy’s legs as he ran the warm water over my head and shoulders. I heard the snap of the shampoo lid opening, and moaned in delight as Daddy started to wash my hair, his thick fingers working gently through my curls. Daddy seemed to love my curls. He moved me forward again to rinse the shampoo out, repeating the process as he conditioned my hair. I was floating in a warm cocoon of affection as he washed my front, and I let out a soft gasp, that turned into a whine when he stroked my cock with the washcloth, only to move on to my thighs.

“Kneel up baby, hands on the edge of the tub,” Daddy commanded.

I slid about in my eagerness to comply, water and suds splashing over the side.

Gripping the front of the tub I looked over my shoulder. “Like this, Daddy?”

His eyes were dark, his mouth stretched in a hungry smile. “My perfect, slutty little boy,” he growled.

I blushed, feeling both dirty and sexy. The mix of emotions made me hot and flustered. I leaned my head down against my hands, my back arching in what I hoped was an inviting pose. Simon ran the flannel over my back, between my cheeks, and down my thighs. Each warm caress of the washcloth had my skin humming.

“You look so good, baby. I could eat you up.” Daddy’s breath against my back was warm. “In fact, I think I will.” His hand tapped lightly on my bottom. “Stand up, baby. Daddy wants a taste of that sweet arse.”

I stood with Daddy’s help and braced myself on the bathroom wall. “What do you mean, Daddy?” One of Daddy Simon’s strong arms wrapped around my waist, his other hand massaging my arse cheeks.

“I’ll show you, baby.” Both his hands now gripped my arse cheeks, spreading them gently apart. I nearly slipped and fell into the tub when I felt a puff of warm air against my rim, followed by the gentle lick of Daddy’s tongue.

“Holy fuck.”

Daddy’s breath came out in a short, raspy chuckle. “Let yourself go, baby. I want to hear you. Cursing during sex isn’t going to get you a punishment.”

His hands kept kneading at the flesh of my ass. It felt so good.

“But what—”

Daddy’s tongue swiped across my hole before I could finish speaking.

“Oh fuck, that’s dirty.” I couldn’t help but squirm and push back against his mouth. It felt so wonderfully wrong. His tongue was a wicked force of nature, gently pushing against my rim one moment and then licking me in long wet stripes the next. The hairs of his beard brushed against my skin, and I was pretty sure I was going to end up with beard burn where I’d never expected it at this rate.

The tip of his finger gently pressed against my rim—not pushing to get inside, just rubbing and massaging, along with his tongue. My cock was heavy and full between my legs. I was almost certain that if Daddy kept this up, I was going to come any minute.

Daddy’s tongue and finger worked together to wreck me. I felt a twinge of pressure as his finger slid just inside, a slight burn that made my balls draw up tighter. “Daddy, I… I’m going to come.”

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