Page 47 of The Captain's Little Girl

Stepping in carefully, Cricket sighed happily at the feel of the silky warm water. The bubbles bobbed happily on the surface, sloshing to the sides of the tub as she settled on her bottom. She shaped the foam into bunny ears in front of her as Mark knelt by the tub.

He tossed a few toys into the bubble bath before dipping a washcloth into the water. “Close your eyes, baby girl. See if you can find the penguin while I wash your face.”

Cricket felt through the water, searching for the floating objects as he cleaned her face. “That’s a ring. That’s a train. I think I found it, Daddy. Is this a penguin?” she asked, holding one up.

“You got it!” he celebrated with her. “All done!”

Opening her eyes, Cricket saw the penguin smiling at her. She grinned back as her daddy stroked the cloth over her back and shoulders. He interrupted her play to wash both arms and hands before rubbing the washcloth over her breasts. Cricket tried to be quiet, but she was so sensitive she couldn’t help gasping as he attended to her.

“Good girl,” he reassured her as he switched his attention to her legs and feet.

Giggling as he washed between her toes, Cricket squirmed on the bathmat.

“My baby girl is ticklish?”

“Just my feet,” she shared.

“Precious,” he assured her before instructing, “Bend your knees and spread them apart.”

Slowly, she followed his directions and couldn’t help but watch that cloth brush down the inside of her thigh to her sparse curls. Mark carefully cleaned her pink folds. The terrycloth brushed softly over her clit, making her gasp. Their lovemaking last night had left her sensitive. Memories flashed through her mind. Her body ached for his skilled, loving touch.

She was disappointed when he didn’t touch her more intimately. Looking up at him to make sure she wasn’t in trouble, Cricket saw desire blazing in his eyes. “Daddy?”

“We’ll play later, baby girl.”

“Promise?”

“Absolutely. Let’s get you up on your knees. I need to wash your bottom.”

Cricket didn’t understand exactly what he meant, but she allowed him to help her move so her bottom rested on her heels. Her nipples tightened into tight buds as she rose from her chest being submerged in the large tub. Mark washed between her buttocks before lifting her completely from the bathwater and wrapping her in a big thirsty towel.

“I wanted to play,” she protested.

“It’s time for us to get dressed and go,” he stated in that serious tone that told her there would be no negotiation.

Wrinkling her nose, Cricket stuck her bottom lip out in protest. Mark leaned in to nip at that protruding lip before kissing her. “Watch your attitude, baby girl. You don’t want to go see Doniphan with a hot bottom.”

“I’ll be good,” she assured him. Her daddy didn’t threaten. He promised.

Her promise earned Cricket another kiss. Eager to earn more rewards, Cricket allowed him to dress her in shorts. As he got ready to drop one of his T-shirts over her head, she requested, “I’d like to wear a bra, Daddy.”

Mark didn’t hesitate. He pulled the shirt over her head and helped her thread her arms into the right holes before tugging it into place. It draped over her body and could have been a dress.

“Are you comfortable, baby girl?”

“Yes. But…”

“That’s all that matters. Your clothes will come off when we get to Doniphan’s medical office.”

“But River will be there,” she protested.

“Do you think River hasn’t seen breasts without a bra covering them?”

“Well… No.”

“It’s time to go.” Her daddy took her hand and led her down the hall to the front door.

Three vehicles were slowly cruising down the street in front of the house. Cricket recognized Sam’s car in front. He honked the horn and pulled diagonally across the street to block the car in the middle as the large truck in the back followed his example. Realizing that he was stuck, the door opened and the soldier who’d bothered Cricket popped out, cussing out Sam.

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