Daddy's Girl Pt. 02

Daddy raised an eyebrow. "Bree baby, after everything that's happened so far, now you're going to be shy?"

"But--!"

He shrugged. "Suit yourself."

Bree thought about holding her bladder, but the longer she contemplated that, the worse the pressure got. Finally, with a huff and a grumble, she stepped out and started to grab a towel--only for him to snatch it off the rack and out of her reach.

"Uh-uh." Daddy shook his head.

She thought about arguing, but knew it wouldn't do her any good. Bree walked across the floor in her wet, bare feet and sat down. "I just wanted to towel off first," she said.

"You don't need it yet," Daddy said as he hung his towel up. "That would've been your first excuse, but it would've been easy enough to cover up and hide. You've been hiding from me your entire life, Bree--you won't do it here. Not anymore."

His words gave her something to think about, not to mention how arousing his insistence on controlling was, even to something like this. It occurred to Bree that she should be mortified, or worse, at the idea of urinating in front of him--he was more than her lover or her adopted father, he was somebody who'd watched her grow up, who she'd known all her life. The room was very quiet as she considered his words, and no matter how much she wanted to, Bree couldn't disagree.

When she was done and cleaned up, Bree started to take the towel before he stopped her. "What? What's wrong, Daddy?"

"Nothing." Daddy smiled again and began to towel her dry. "I told you: Daddy will take care of everything."

His words and actions made Bree smile as well. She closed her eyes, moving and turning as he instructed, enjoying the feel of soft, thick cotton on her skin. The sensation of his rubbing against her shaved kitty made Bree shift and shiver, but she didn't speak until he was done. "Thank you, Daddy," she said.

"You're most welcome, baby. Now." He grabbed her by the shoulders, looking down into her eyes. "I haven't had a night like this since I was your age, but Daddy might not have a whole lot left in the tank until you let me rest a little."

Bree tried not to pout. "Yes, Daddy." Just the talk of resting made her yawn, even though she hated it. "Just for a little while?" She turned on her charm and sweetness, looking up with wide eyes and a tender smile.

Daddy laughed and pulled her close, kissing her again. Bree sighed into the kiss and hugged him tight, fighting back the temptation to tease or excite him again...but she was very, very tempted. "Just for a little while."

Bree giggled and clapped her hands. "Alright! I'm ready to go to bed now, Daddy."

"Good girl." He turned her around and gave her bottom a firm squeeze before herding her out of the bedroom and back to the bed.

Bree climbed in, happy and content for the moment. A little rest wouldn't hurt, and if they were lucky, she was going to see just how much she could get out of him soon, empty tank or not.

All they had to do was get Jenny out of the house first. That might prove to be a challenge.