“Wow. This bathroom is amazing.”
“Thank you.”
“You did a great job remodeling the apartment,” he signed because he was busy looking around the room so I couldn’t see his lips—such a considerate Daddy.
As he looked back to me, I signed, “I wanted something comfortable and something that was truly mine.”
“Well, it’s beautiful.” Caden smiled, knelt in front of me, and helped me out of the jammies. When he got up, he looked down at me. “Do you need some privacy first?”
“No. I’m good. All dry.”
“Great. Since you are having a bath, you’ll get all clean in there. Are you good with that or do you want to go to your nursery?”
“I’m good here.”
“Not cold?”
“No, Daddy.” I smiled up at him. It was such a Daddy thing to ask and to worry about. But I wasn’t cold. If anything, I felt a little bit hot because I was so excited to get a bath with my Daddy.
“Okay, sweetie. Then wait a second. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.” I watched Caden walk over to the tub, where he turned on the tap. He held his hand under the water, testing the temperature—another Daddy thing. Caden turned to leave the room, but then he returned to where I was standing and gently kissed me.
“I’ll be right back, sweet Boy.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
I stood there for a second, and then I walked over to the wooden chest I kept in one corner. It was just for decoration, but now it came in handy as I sat down and watched the water flow into the tub. One of the first things I’d wanted for my bathroom was a huge, comfortable tub. Baths were not a luxury I had experienced growing up. After I had my first bath, my addiction started. Toys and bubbles added to my addiction after I discovered I was a Little. Now I had a Daddy who was going to bath me, too.
Daddy came back with the wipes and a small paper bag. Clapping my hands, I blurted out, “Is that my surprise? What’s in it?”
Daddy only grinned at me, pulled out a bottle, and poured some of it into the water. I wrinkled my nose. After a moment, I could smell strawberry and, hmm, something sweet. Like cotton candy. Bubbles. Daddy was making me bubbles. This bath was going to be so much fun.
Caden put the bag on the floor next to the tub, then came and helped me stand, then knelt in front of me. While he opened the tapes of my diaper, I leaned slightly to the side, looked over his shoulder, and tried to peek inside the bag. But the only thing I could see was a small, white box with black writing. Apart from the information that Caden had bought me something in a store, it wasn’t helpful. Daddy pulled the diaper off my body and rolled it up. Before I could even get half-hard being naked in front of Daddy, he finished.
“I’ll clean you properly in the tub, Cupcake.”
“Like really properly?”
“No, Baby. Not tonight.”
“But…I’m all tingly again.” Staring at his lips to read what he was saying wasn’t helping at all. I already know how it felt to have him kissing me, and I wondered how that would feel…well, elsewhere.
“Henry?”
Uh oh. Henry. Not Cupcake or Little Boy or the other sweet names he had for me. Henry. I blinked at him and tilted my head. Did I do something wrong? Wasn’t I supposed to tell my Daddy that I was tingly?
“Can I ask you a question?”
Weird, but I nodded anyway.
“You said you never had a Daddy before, but what about sex?”
“Oh. Um. Kind of.” Oh. I blushed and looked at the tub again. The bubbles were already piling up, and the smell of strawberry cotton candy filled the air. It was a good distraction just that Daddy wouldn’t have it. He gently reached out and took my chin with his two fingers and tilted my head so I would look at him again. He had a soft smile on his lips and an understanding look in his eyes.
“What do you mean, kind of?”
I ducked my head and signed, “Well. Um. I’ve used some toys and stuff.”
Caden lifted my head so I was looking at him. “Thank you for telling me, Baby. We’ll take our time.”
“I don’t want to take my time.”
“Henry, I know that you probably want to experience all at once. But that’s not how I am. We’re going to take our time with all that, okay?”
“But…that means that we can do something tomorrow, right?”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yes, you said, not tonight. That means we could do something tomorrow morning.” Over the last few days, I’d woken up with morning wood. Now Daddy was here with me, and he could help take care of it. I wriggled with my hips and smiled at Caden, but he only raised an eyebrow at me.
“You want to know when something is going to happen?”
“Tomorrow morning?”
“No, when Daddy says so.”
“But, Daaaddddyyy,” I whined and blinked up at him. He couldn’t be serious, could he?
“No whining.”
“But…” Okay, no whining. Then maybe a cute little pout?
“Pouting won’t work either.”
Damn. But the worst thing was, now I was half-hard again. It was the way Caden looked at me, the stern voice, and the way he told me no. Well, he didn’t tell me no. He just said that nothing would happen tonight. Or anytime soon. But that implied that something would happen at some point.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Cupcake?”
“But…something will happen, right? I mean…you…you want it, too?”
“I do, my sweet Boy. But I want us to take our time, okay?” Relieved, I nodded, and Caden kissed me softly. Damn. That wasn’t helping at all, but I had his word that we would have sex. When Caden pulled away, I sighed.
“Do I get my surprise now?”
“Yes, sweetie. Let’s get you in the tub first.”
Caden helped me into
