Daddy Does Bath Time!

Daddy was home for the whole week, but that didn't mean that I got to break my routine or the rules. With my chores finished for the day, I just had my nightly one hour soak in the bathtub left to do and my day was finished. Daddy was in his shop working on whatever it is Daddies work on, so I prepared for my bath.

I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and after a few moments of fidgeting with it, the sounds of Alexander Scriabin's "Poème de l'Extase" filled the master suite. I grabbed a towel out of the closet, put it in the warmer next to the bathtub and turned on the water in the tub. After ensuring the water was hot, I poured in the black cherry and vanilla scented bubble bath and undressed. I lit candles in the bathroom and turned off the lights. I pulled my long hair up into a bun on top of my head, and I lowered myself slowly into the hot water. Daddy brought me home a special present, a THC infused bath bomb and I dropped it in the water and leaned back against my bath pillow. It wasn't long before I was relaxed and lost in the music. The stress of the day seemed to catch in the tiny bubbles released by the bath bomb and disappear into thin air when it reached the surface of the water with a barely audible sound that mimicked rice crispies in a bowl of milk.

I must have been lost in the music because I didn't hear Daddy come in the room. My head was laid back against the bath pillow, and my eyes were shut. The sudden shadow cast by Daddy's presence in the candlelight startled me and I jumped as my eyes flew open. Daddy was standing beside the bathtub in just his jeans. He had already removed his boots, socks, and shirt and his jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped. His long hair had been removed from the bands that normally held them captive and his sliver-grey hair hung wildly, stopping just short of his waist. His smile told me he was in a playful mood, and he leaned over, touching my face with his massive hand, his blue eyes reflected a mixture of concern and mischief.

"I didn't mean to startle you, Princess. You should know by now though that I'll never let anything happen to you."

"I know, Daddy. I was just so relaxed and lost in the music that I didn't hear you come in."

Daddy flashed the smile that always melted my heart and moved his hand from my face. My nipples hardened instantly and Daddy giggled as he stood up. Waiting for his touch always did that to me, and Daddy was good at exploiting that fact, often bringing me to orgasm with just the anticipation of his touch and the sound of his deep voice in my ears.

"Mind if I join you, Princess?"

Daddy never joined me in the bathtub. That was time that was afforded to me, away from responsibility or care. This was a treat! I smiled and moved up, and Daddy quickly rid himself of his jeans and boxer briefs, stepped into the tub and lowered himself into the hot water behind me. He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me back towards him, my head resting on his chest, his long legs on either side of me. He reached for the washcloth on the edge of the tub, dipped it in the hot water with one hand and used it to pour the water over my neck. Another dip in the water and wet heat poured over my breasts, dripping off my hard nipples. This time, Daddy followed the path of the washcloth with his free hand, running it across my chest, just above my breasts. His cock was hard, and pressing against my back and each brush of my nipples made my pussy wetter. Dip, soak, rub. His cock was hard, and pressing against my back and each brush of my nipples made my pussy wetter. He dipped the washcloth in the water one more time, and I was taken by surprise when his other hand flew to my throat. He squeezed lightly, using his thumb and middle finger to apply pressure. He dipped the washcloth in the water one more time, and I was taken by surprise when his other hand flew to my throat. I pushed back against Daddy a few times, rubbing his cock between his stomach and my back. Daddy squeezed tighter on my throat.

"Princess, you didn't ask."

I knew I wasn't supposed to touch Daddy's cock until he gave me permission, but this was an accident! Honest!

"Be still."

Daddy loosened his grip on my throat and both hands found my ample breasts, his fingertips not satisfied until my nipples were underneath them. My nipples are super sensitive and any touch from Daddy always made me squirm. I couldn't help it, and he knew it.

"Little girl, I told you to be still. Don't make me tell you again. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Daddy," was all I managed before both nipples were pinched firmly between his fingers.

The pain was exquisite, bringing just the right amount of pain to allow for the pleasure that followed. Daddy released my nipples and ran his hands down my stomach and to my thighs, running his hands up and down the inside of my thighs. Goosebumps raised all over my body when I heard Daddy's deep voice in my ear.

"Do not grab my hands. Do you understand me?"

I nodded my head yes and Daddy squeezed my nipples again. A moan escaped my lips and Daddy started kissing my neck, slowly and gently. While my left nipple remained firmly between the fingers on Daddy's left hand, his right slid below the water, pushing my legs apart. His fingers expertly found my clit, and he squeezed my nipple a little harder. His fingers started to work my clit, slowly and gently. His fingertips circled slowly, dipping into my tight, wet hole every now and then. As I neared orgasm, Daddy released my nipple and stopped just short of the orgasm I so desperately needed.

"Daddy," I whined to him, "that isn't fair!"

Daddy giggled at my whining and the hand that was gripping my nipple between its fingers moved to my throat. His other hand quickly found my clit again and as a moan escaped my mouth, Daddy squeezed my throat a little tighter and prevented another. His fingers circled around my clit once more, using his massive fingers to reach deep inside my tight little pussy every now and then. Daddy was squeezing and releasing my throat and my orgasm was building. Once more, Daddy stopped short and didn't allow me to cum.

"No. Not yet, Princess."

"Dadddddy!"

Another giggle from Daddy.

"You want to cum, baby girl?"

"Oh my God, Daddy, yes! Please!"

"Stand up."

I did what Daddy told me to do and stood in front of him. He placed his hands on my hips and turned me around to face him. He patted the edge of the tub and grinned.

"Leg up here. Do not cum until I tell you that you can. Do you understand me?"

Before I could answer, Daddy had his tongue buried in my pussy. My hands found the back of his head, and I pulled him in closer. His hands ran up the back of my leg and to my ass. I felt the tip of his finger push into my ass and I moaned loudly. Daddy pushed further into my ass and his tongue circled my clit. I was getting close to orgasm. If he didn't stop, I would cum. With or without his permission.

"Daddy, can I cum? Please?"

He remained silent and I got closer.

"Daddy, please. Please let me cum!"

He pushed hard into my ass and increased the pressure and speed of his tongue. I was too far gone to stop it now. I was trying hard not to when I heard Daddy's deep voice again.

"Now. Cum for Daddy now."

Seconds later, Daddy was lapping up the cum that was pouring out of my hot pussy. He waited for my orgasm to subside before slipping his finger out of my ass. He sat up and smacked my ass.

"Dry off and meet me on the rug. It's Daddy's turn now."