Page 117 of Daddy's Little Surprise

“Daddy needs to take his shirt off. Then I’m going to help you get undressed.”

Rainey continued to hold onto his shirt.

“Rainey,” he gently said. “I can’t get in the tub with my shirt on, and I have a feeling you’ll want to feel my skin against yours.”

That she did, but it required her to let go of his shirt. Was she ready to do that? Rainey didn’t think so.

“Come on, baby. It will only be for a couple of seconds.”

Daddy started working on untangling her hands from his shirt. Whining, he got them off and started to pull his shirt off. She needed to hold something. It was a need.

Before she could even think about it, she grabbed Daddy’s cock and relaxed.

“Shit,” Daddy groaned. “Little girl.”

She stared up at him, blinking several times.

“You can’t grab Daddy like that.”

Tilting her head to the side, she stared. She needed to hold something, and his cock was the nearest thing.

“Grab Daddy’s hand.”

She looked down at where she was holding him. Did she want to let go, though?

“Come on. Let’s get into the water. The only way we cando that is if you let my cock go and take my hand. Can you do that for me, Little one?”

Sighing, she let go of Daddy’s cock and held his hand. She wanted to touch part of him at all times.

“Daddy is going to help you in then I’ll get in next.”

She nodded as Daddy helped her into the tub. It didn’t take long for Daddy to get in behind her, pulling her closer to him. Relaxing into his embrace, she closed her eyes and took several deep breaths.

“Such a good girl. Just relax against me.”

And that’s exactly what she did. Daddy wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her stomach as she closed her eyes. He was protecting her.

Ping.

Muscles tensing, she opened her eyes. Was that her phone or his?

“Just mine. Let me check in case it’s from Dominic.”

He kept one of his hands on her stomach as the other reached over the tub.

“It’s Deccan in the group chat.”

She shook her head. She didn’t want to see the message. Not when it could be another picture of Pete dead.

Nope.

“It’s nothing bad. He’s just sent a message for you.”

“No.”

“Trust Daddy. I promise it’s nothing bad.”

She looked to her right and saw the text message.

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