Page 38 of Storm

“Do you have any bath toys?” Storm asked once they stepped into her small, cozy bathroom.

Brook pointed toward the cabinet under the sink, her cheeks pink with shyness and excitement. It pleased him more than he expected to see how prepared she was for Little Space, even without a Daddy in her life. Some Littles struggled to indulge that part of themselves without a caregiver, but she’d clearly found ways to nurture her Little side on her own. She had evenproudly declared herself her own caregiver. Even if she had been doing a shit job of it. Fucking adorable.

Crouching down, Storm opened the cabinet and pulled out a small plastic bin filled with brightly colored toys—rubber ducks, boats, and a few squishy animals. His lips twitched into a rare, soft smile as he turned to her, offering the bucket to her.

The sight of her growing smaller before his eyes made his chest tighten. Giving her a bath felt so natural, like they’d been doing it for years. He filled the tub with warm water, adding a bit of bubble bath she’d shown him on the counter, and soon, the room was filled with the soft scent of cherry and vanilla.

As she climbed into the tub, her Little side took over completely. The transformation was almost magical—her giggles echoed lightly off the tiled walls as she splashed in the water, stacking her toys into towers and pushing boats across the bubbles. He knelt beside the tub, watching her as he dipped a washcloth into the warm water and began washing her.

He moved slowly and methodically, starting with her shoulders and working his way down her arms, her back, and her legs. She relaxed into his care with ease, her breathing steady and soft. But when he gently guided the washcloth between her thighs, she tensed for a moment, her breath hitching slightly. He didn’t hover, didn’t make a big deal out of it. Instead, he moved on quickly, respecting her space and comfort. He wanted her to stay in this peaceful headspace for the rest of the night. He thought their time in the bathroom had possibly been more personal than anything else they’d done that day.

When the water finally drained, Brook sighed heavily, her reluctance to leave her bubbles evident. Storm held out a bucket and gave her a single, stern look. “Toys, sunshine.”

She pouted for a split second but obeyed, tossing her toys into the bucket one by one.

“Good girl. Come on, let’s get you ready for ni-night.”

Everything about the process felt easy, natural. The way she slipped her small hand into his, the trust in her wide eyes as she let him wrap her in a fluffy towel, drying her with care before selecting a pair of soft, pastel pajamas from her pink dresser. She didn’t hesitate as he helped her put them on, her movements languid and sleepy, her eyes growing heavier with every passing minute.

It had been so long since Storm had gotten a Little ready for bed, but the intimacy of the moment hit him hard. It wasn’t just a routine—it was a connection, a trust he hadn’t realized he’d been craving or been missing. As he tucked her into bed, he knew he wanted this every night for the rest of his life. The simplicity of caring for her, of being there for her in every way, felt like a gift he wasn’t sure he deserved but would fight to keep.

Once she was settled with a stuffie tucked under each arm, he sat on the edge of the bed and stared at her. He would never get tired of this sight.

“Are you too sleepy to talk about limits and rules tonight, sunshine?” he asked.

She looked sleepy, but it wasn’t all that late yet.

“No, I want to talk about them,” she answered. “Will you snuggle me while we talk, though?”

His pulse raced faster, and a lump formed in his throat. Fuck. When had he become such a softy over being asked to cuddle?

“Of course.”

He pulled the covers back and settled next to her, pulling her into his embrace. As soon as she wrapped herself into his arms, everything went quiet in his mind and all he felt was peace. This was perfection.

They held each other silently for a few minutes before Storm cleared his throat. “I want to know about your hard limits first, as well as any soft limits you may have.”

He ran his fingers down her arm, wanting to know everything she was willing to share. A lot of things he would learn as their relationship progressed, but they needed a starting point.

“I guess I wouldn’t like to be called names or be degraded. Um, I’m not sure what else. I haven’t thought about it much. My ex kept things pretty basic. He didn’t like experimenting.”

It took a ridiculous amount of restraint not to let out a string of curse words. With every piece of new information he learned about the guy, Storm hated him more and more. That idiot did not deserve Brook.

“I can assure you, baby, I like experimenting and trying new things, but I’ll never push your boundaries past what you’re comfortable with. Since you haven’t thought a lot about what your hard limits are, I’m going to ask about some specific things.”

Brook nodded and buried herself deeper against his side. If we weren’t careful, he’d get distracted and end up stripping her naked again.

“Do you have any objections to bare bottom spankings, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, being restrained, anal, or me being rough with you within reason during sex?”

She squirmed, and when he glanced down to look at her, her cheeks were bright red. He suspected she wasn’t used to having such blunt conversations.

“Um, well, orgasm denial sounds like it sucks.”

He chuckled. “My question wasn’t if you thought it sucked, I was asking if it’s a hard limit.”

“I suppose not,” she muttered with a little huff. “Although denying orgasms sounds super mean.”

His lips twitched. “Then I guess you better be a good girl so I won’t have to resort to punishing you that way.”

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