Daddy Bear

by Roberts, Laylah

  “I thought you could draw me a picture.”

  “Of what?”

  “Of anything you like, baby. I’ll get you a drink and a snack.”

  He moved away from her without another word. Adult Ellie warred with her Little side. She hadn’t drawn a picture since she was in kindergarten. But what else did she have to do?

  She started drawing. She barely noticed him putting the snack and drink, still in the sippy cup, on the coffee table in front of her.

  “Eat your snack, baby girl,” he said to her.

  She glanced up and over to see a couple of chocolate chip cookies on a plate.

  “Yummy!” She reached over and grabbed one.

  Bear sat on the other end of the sofa with a book in hand. “Don’t expect it all the time. I know little girls tend to have a sweet tooth, but I don’t want you getting holes in your teeth.”

  She was too busy munching on the cookie and drawing to pay attention. When she finished her masterpiece, she held it up to him.

  “What do you think, Daddy?”

  He looked over at her then studied the picture. “Looks great, baby girl. Is that you?” He pointed at the figure dressed in a yellow dress with ruffles.

  “Uh-huh. And I’m holding Jeremiah Bear. We’re going for a walk along the river to have a picnic. See, this person is you waiting for us.” A man stood in the distance with his arms open.

  “I love it,” he said softly, reaching for the picture. “I’ll have to hang it on the fridge.”

  “Really?” She smiled wide. “I’ve never had a picture up on the fridge.”

  A funny look came over Daddy’s face, but she didn’t pay much attention. She was already starting another picture. This was fun.

  “You miss Jeremiah Bear?”

  “Uh-huh,” she replied. “I used to hug him at night when I got scared.”

  “Do you still get scared at night?”

  She frowned, not liking these questions. “Sometimes.” She looked up at him as he sat down next to her once more.

  “You know I’m here for you if you get scared, right, baby girl?”

  “I know, Daddy.” She smiled. “You’re my very own Daddy bear.”

  He groaned but his eyes were warm as he leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead.

  * * *

  “I stink.”

  As soon as the words left her mouth, she blushed bright red in embarrassment. What was wrong with her? Bear glanced away from his book to give her a look filled with surprise and amusement. She was still sitting on the sofa. She’d been drawing up a storm all afternoon. Bear had run out of room on the small fridge for her creations.

  “I just…I mean…” She really wanted a bath. He’d given her a cloth to give herself a bit of a wipe, but it wasn’t the same. “Maybe I could have a bath?”

  And maybe he’d help her and she could entice him into another kiss like the one he’d given her yesterday. Oh hell, she was in so much trouble. She had no idea what she was doing.

  “We don’t exactly have a bath. Just an old tub I’d need to haul inside and heat up the water for.”

  “Oh, if it’s too much trouble that’s fine.”

  “I didn’t say that. I don’t want you getting in and out on your own, though. You could slip and fall.”

  “Perhaps you could help me then.” She was trying for coy and sophisticated. She was pretty certain she did not pull it off.

  But now that she’d said it, her body was filling with heat at the idea of him washing her. He looked at her thoughtfully. “I guess Daddy could give his little girl a bath.”

  She’d kind of been hoping Daddy would give his big girl a bath, but she’d take what she could get.

  “All right. A short bath. That’s all.”

  “Anything you say, Daddy.”

  He snorted. “If only I could believe that.”

  What the hell was he thinking?

  He heated up water to add to the bath and tried to ignore his hard dick pressing against his zipper. He had to be insane to agree to bathe her. He prided himself on his control and yet when it came to her…his control was wearing a little thin.

  He was just a daddy giving his Little a bath.

  Shit. How was he going to keep his need for her under control? Sure, he’d helped her wipe herself with a cloth, but he hadn’t really looked.

  He tested the water. He’d grabbed a washcloth, towel and soap already. “Okay, little girl, bath is ready.” He turned to where she was sitting on the sofa. He reached for her, removing the blanket from over her lap. It was probably overkill since it was so hot in here, but he liked coddling her. She’d had precious little care in her life.

  First, he removed her sweatshirt. Then her black t-shirt. He hated her in black. If she was his she’d wear bright, cheerful colors. She wasn’t wearing a bra and as soon as her breasts were revealed, her pink nipples puckered.

  She covered her breasts with her arm but he didn’t linger. Instead, he helped her stand then crouched in front of her. “Hold onto my shoulders for balance.”

  She held onto him and stepped out of her panties, one foot at a time. He stood, but kept hold of her panties. Just as he’d suspected. “These are wet, baby girl.”

  “Oh God.” She blushed bright red. “I’m so embarrassed.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Why? Nothing sexier than knowing you want me.” And knowing that was going to make it even harder to keep his hands off her.

  “You think that’s sexy?” she said hesitantly.

  “Hell, yes.”

  He placed her panties on top of her other clothes then he helped her into the bath.

  She sighed as the warm water lapped around her.

  “Do you want your hair up?”

  “Can I wash it? There’s shampoo and conditioner in my toilet bag.”

  He thought about it, worried she might grow chilly with wet hair, but he could sit her down by the fire for a while and it would dry.

  “Anything else you want from there?”

  “Can you get my razor? I feel like Sasquatch. And I cannot believe I just said that to you.”

  He grinned. He liked that she didn’t always have a filter on her mouth. She was real. There was no pretense. Not like there had been with Maria.

  Put her out of your mind.

  He’d should probably let her bathe herself, but he just couldn’t manage it. He had to touch her. He looked through her luggage for the toilet bag. Grabbing it out, he drew out some shampoo, conditioner and a razor. He put them all by the bath then knelt beside it. He picked up the soap and washcloth, wetting them both then rubbing the soap against the washcloth until it got all sudsy.

  “Lie back and rest your head on the lip of the bath, little one. Let Daddy wash you.”

  She leaned back. He started washing along her chest then her arms, pulling one arm up then the other. She’d thought it might feel weird or embarrassing having him wash her. The tub was big enough that the water came up to her neck when she lay back, covering her completely.

  “Sit forward, let me wash your back.” She sat up. His gaze moved to her breasts, her stiff nipples. His gaze was caught on them as she leaned forward. He washed slowly down her back. Each stroke felt like he was stroking her pussy.

  Oh man, she was so turned on. Too much more of this and she was going to take matters into her own hands.

  “Lean back again.”

  She sat back and he moved to her legs, raising one and putting the foot on the edge of the bath. He washed her foot then worked his way down towards her pussy, stopping just short. Damn him.

  She let out a little whimper of frustration.

  “You all right, baby?” he asked. There was a hint of a grin on his face. “Your head okay?”

  He moved to the other leg, raising it up, each brush of the washcloth getting closer and closer to her pussy.

  “My head is just fine.” She let out a groan as he placed her leg back into the water.

  “You d
on’t sound okay. Something has to be wrong.” He surprised her by moving the washcloth to her breasts. He ran it over her nipple then around her breast and back over the nipple.

  She bit her lip, unable to stop herself from arching her breasts up.

  “Have you ever masturbated, Ellie?”

  Oh my God.

  “Bear! You can’t ask me that.”

  “I just did. And you have ten seconds in which to answer me.” His voice went all stern. Growly. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He’d moved the cloth to her other breast but now he was still.

  “Or?” she asked.

  “Or I’m going to tease you and leave you all hot and bothered without permission to come.”

  Permission to come? Shit. “You wouldn’t!”

  He just sent her a look.

  “Of course, you would,” she muttered. “You know that’s sadistic, right? And how do you know I wouldn’t just…just make myself come?”

  “Because I would know and it would not go well for you.”

  She bit at her lip. “Yes, I’ve masturbated.”

  He started to move the washcloth over her nipple. Her pussy clenched, aching and empty. “What did you do when you masturbated?”

  “Do we really have to talk about this?” she wailed. “It’s private.”

  “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he told her matter-of-factly.

  “Oh, sure it’s not, so do you masturbate?”

  “Yep. Sure do.”

  Her jaw dropped open. Then interest filled her eyes. “Really? Can I watch?”

  He let out a surprised bark of laughter. “What?”

  “Oh. Sorry. God, I can’t believe I just said that. Umm, I think I’m all clean now.”

  She tried to stand and he held her down with one hand on her tummy. “Stay where you are. Look at me.”

  She kept her gaze to the right, away from him.

  “I have a lot of patience, Ellie. But even that will run out soon. And then you’re going to be in trouble. Look at me.”

  She raised her gaze to his. “I’m so sorry I said that.”

  “Why?”

  “Be-because we…I…it’s not something I should have…”

  “I brought up masturbation,” he said simply. “Why should you be embarrassed over wanting to watch me?”

  She could see he really meant that. And he was moving the washcloth down her stomach. Was he finally going to touch her there?

  “What do you do when you masturbate?”

  She groaned. “Bear, do I have to…”

  “Tell me. You want to see me masturbate? I might consider allowing that but only after you do as I say.”

  “Oh hell,” she muttered.

  “Do you touch your breasts, Ellie? Do you caress them, cup them, run your fingers over your nipples?”

  “I-I...” She licked her lips. “I sometimes pinch my nipples a little.”

  “Really? Like this?” He cupped her left breast with his free hand and lightly pinched her nipple.

  She gasped, thrusting her hips up instinctively. “Oh my God. It feels different when you do it.”

  “Yeah?” He gave her other nipple a light pinch. “Different good or bad?”

  “G-good. It feels a lot better when you do it.”

  “I’m glad.” He moved the washcloth lower, down between her folds. She cried out as he ran it over her clit.

  “Damn, you’re responsive.”

  “Is that a good thing?” she asked, wanting to please him.

  “It’s a very good thing.” He lay the cloth on the side of the bath. She nearly grabbed his hand and demanded he bring it back. But then she was glad she hadn’t as he cupped her mound with his hand.

  With his other hand he played with her nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb. He ran one finger along her folds to her clit then flicked it lightly.

  Oh hell. Oh hell.

  “Anyone ever played with these nipples but you?” he asked.

  Her breath was coming in sharp pants. “My boyfriend in high school squeezed my boob. It hurt and I was bruised for weeks.”

  “Asshole. These breasts need to be cherished. Worshipped. They should be licked and suckled often.” He arranged her so she was half-sitting, her breasts partly exposed. Leaning down, he wrapped his lips around her right nipple and started sucking.

  She let out a cry and arched up. “Bear!”

  She was in heaven. Her body on fire. She never wanted him to stop. But it wasn’t enough, she needed more. He strummed at her clit

  “That…that…oh hell,” she gasped as he lightly licked across her nipple.

  “I’m a boob guy. I make no apologies for it. And your breasts are fucking magnificent.”

  “Not too small?”

  “Nope. Perfect.” He kissed his way across to the other nipple, lapping at it. “Every morning, I would wake up and suck on them, teasing them. Then once I had you all hot and bothered, I might press you back on the bed, push your legs up and tease your little clit with my tongue. Or I might finger fuck you until you were screaming. Or maybe I’d just roll you onto your back and fuck you.”

  “Oh God. You’re killing me here.”

  “Good, because the feeling is mutual,” he told her. “I’ve been in pain thinking about touching you, tasting you. I didn’t want to scare you, though.”

  “You don’t scare me, Bear. I feel so…so in need. Almost out of control. I haven’t ever felt like this when I’ve touched myself.”

  “That’s good.”

  “Can I touch you, though?” she asked on a gasp.

  “Maybe later. Right now, this is about you.”

  She took in a sharp breath. She wasn’t used to that.

  “Don’t think, baby. Just feel.”

  “I don’t know how to not think,” she told him. “I’m always thinking.”

  “But you don’t have to think when I’m in charge, do you? When daddy is here, he does all the worrying.”

  “Does that…but we’re not…I don’t feel little right now.”

  “No, but that doesn’t mean I’m not still in charge. Would you trust me to take control? To make the commands? Could you obey me in the bedroom as well?”

  She thought that through. “You’ll tell me what to do?”

  “Yes. I’ll take charge of it all.”

  “And you’ll like that?”

  He gave her a small grin. “Baby, I’m just waiting for you to say yes.”

  “Then yes. Please. I think it will make things easier on me if I don’t have to worry about what to do with my hands or if I should kiss you or what I should be doing next.”

  “Then from now on, until such time as you decide otherwise, I’m in control in the bedroom as well, same safe word applies.”

  “Okay, Daddy.”

  “Good girl. Now, I just want you to relax. I’m going to do all the work. All you have to do is relax and let go. That’s it.”

  Bear watched her as he moved his finger faster against her clit. He was on his knees now, bent over the tub. He leaned down and suckled on her nipple. He wasn’t lying before. He adored breasts.

  He could feel her breath coming in sharp, hard pants and he added more pressure to her clit.

  “Bear! Bear!” she cried out as she came. God, he nearly came in his pants at the same time. He wanted to be inside her, wanted to feel her coming around his cock. But the last thing she needed right now was him taking her virginity.

  But hell, playing with her sure was fun. He watched as a small smile curled up her lips. Yeah, he could do this all day long. He removed his fingers from her pussy, running them through the small curls there.

  He tugged at them. “I’m going to use your razor to take this off later as well.”

  “Guys like that?”

  He shrugged. He didn’t want to talk about what other men might want. He didn’t want to think about her with anyone else.

  She was his.

  No. That wasn’t right. She couldn’t be his. She want
ed her freedom and she deserved it.

  “I like it.”

  “Okay,” she whispered, looking up so trustingly at him. “Thank you.”

  He grinned then leaned in to kiss her. “You’re welcome.”

  He grabbed her razor and the soap. “Now put your legs up so I can shave them.”

  “Oh, you don’t have to do that.” She reached for the razor and he gave her a look. She dropped her hand into the water and lay back as he lifted her leg up to shave it.

  “Little girls can’t be trusted with sharp things,” he told her. “Now, just lie back while I take care of you then we’ll wash your hair and get you out of there. You’ll be getting tired.”

  “I’m fine. I’m not tired.”

  Uh-huh. Of course, she wasn’t. He quickly shaved her legs and then grabbed a cup to help wash her hair. Normally, he might take his time, savor the moment but he didn’t want her getting cold. When her hair was washed, he wrapped a towel around it.

  “I’m going to lift you out now, baby girl.”

  She held up her arms trustingly. Damn, she blew him away. He quickly lifted her out and dried her. Then he grabbed another towel and wrapped her up. He picked her up and carried her over to the fireplace. There was a rug on the floor in front of the fire and he sat her down.

  “Stay here while I get your hair brush and the razor.”

  “Okay, Daddy.”

  He moved quickly, grabbing the stuff and the stool then brought them back, setting the stool behind her. He sat and pulled her back between his legs. Then he undid the towel around her hair and started to brush out the knots in her hair.

  She sighed and he paused. “All right, baby?”

  “Just happy, Daddy. Can’t remember the last time someone did this for me.”

  It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her he’d do it for her every time if she’d just stay with him.

  Can’t happen.

  She turned to look at him questioningly. “Daddy?”

  He realized he’d stilled. “Sorry, baby girl. I was thinking.” He brushed her hair until it was tangle free then got up and grabbed a blanket off the bed.

  “I want you to lie down on your back,” he told her in a low voice as he pulled the towel off her. She gasped a little, looking embarrassed as she sat naked in front of him. Her hands creeped up to her breasts.