Page 50 of Daddy's Muse
“Pappa can help,” I answered. “What do you need help with?”
Colby stared at me like he was trying to communicate his needs telepathically.
I chuckled softly and carded my hand through his hair. “Do you want help with it all? I need you to tell me, baby. I don’t want to cross any boundaries accidentally.”
“All,” he echoed.
“You want Pappa’s help for all of it?” He nodded. “Okay, sweetheart. First things first, would you like to take a bath or a shower?”
Colby popped his thumb back in his mouth and began to suck, really testing my restraint. He was so fucking adorable and vulnerable. With his free hand, he pointed to the large tub in the corner of the room.
“Bath, it is. Wait right here for just a second.”
I quickly strode out of the bathroom to the duffel bag still in my bedroom. I reached in, found what I wanted, and went to join Colby back in the bathroom.
“Let’s give your thumb a break. I have your pacifier instead.”
Colby’s now-wrinkled thumb slipped from his mouth. He kept his lips open as he waited for me to pop the pacifier in. Once the nipple had settled on his tongue, his mouth snapped shut, and his cheeks hollowed out at the renewed sucking.
I knelt beside the tub, turning on the tap and letting the hot water steam up into the air, the sound a steady hush that filledthe space. I poured in a generous helping of lavender bath soak, watching the foam blossom across the surface of the water.
Colby stood where I’d left him, his pacifier bobbing gently as he sucked, eyes half-lidded from exhaustion. He was moving like a wind-up toy winding down—slow, quiet, compliant.
“Arms up, lille prinsen,” I said softly.
He obeyed without hesitation, letting me peel his shirt over his head. His skin was warm under my hands, and soft in a way that made my chest ache. The loose pajama pants followed, pooling around his ankles before I helped him step out, one foot at a time. He shivered faintly, and I caught myself curling a palm around his ribs, thumb brushing his side as if I could warm him with touch alone.
I swallowed a groan as I came face-to-face with his tight white briefs. His dick was of average length and width, the outline of it clear through his underwear.
Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his briefs, I sent a questioning glance up at him, double-checking that this was okay.
Colby’s cheeks pinked as he said, “Off, Pappa.”
I sent a silent prayer to the gods for strength as I began to ease the underwear down from his hips.
“Helvete,” I breathed under my breath, my eyes drinking up the sight of his pretty pink cockhead.
“Pappa,” he whined, shifting side to side as his cock began to harden from my attention.
Slowly, sliding his briefs down inch by inch, I revealed his balls, salivating at the thought of sucking them into my mouth.
I slid his underwear all the way down, helping him to step out, then suddenly—just like that—I had a very naked boy in front of me.
His hands fluttered at his sides, needing my instruction on what to do next.
Taking a deep breath and reminding myself that he needed nothing but pure comfort after the hard night he’d had, I guided him to the tub. “Careful, it’s a bit hot.”
Colby eased in, the water lapping up to his collarbones. His head tipped back almost instantly, lashes low, pacifier still in place. I rolled up my sleeves and took a washcloth, dipping it into the lavender-scented water before running it gently over his shoulders, down his arms. He didn’t flinch, didn’t speak—just let me tend to him like he’d been waiting for it all along.
The more I washed him, the more that sense of ownership coiled tighter inside me. Each little sigh he made, each time his head lolled into my palm when I cupped water over his hair—it wasn’t just trust.
It was surrender.
“You’re so good for Pappa,” I murmured, letting my thumb sweep along his jaw as I tilted his head to rinse the suds away. “No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to touch you like this. This is just for me. Just for your Pappa.”
He made a small, muffled hum around the pacifier, sinking deeper into the water.
I lingered, rinsing and re-rinsing, because I didn’t want the moment to end. Here, in my home, with him drowsy and malleable under my hands, the rest of the world didn’t exist. And I wanted to keep it that way.
