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“Oh. Oh. More,” she cried out. He moved his finger harder, faster.

“I want you to come for me. Nice and hard. Let me hear you scream.”

Her groans filled the room as she arched her hips up, shudders rocking her body as she finally reached that peak and crashed. Her body slumped into the water as lethargy swept through her.

“Now, she’s relaxed,” he muttered.

She opened her eyes and smiled up at him dreamily. “You’re really good at that.”

“Why thank you, little one,” he replied with a grin. “Now, if you have the energy, please sit up so Daddy can wash your hair.”

“I can do that,” she protested.

He just gave her a look.

“Okay, Daddy,” she said, sitting.

“Here are your toys to play with.” He dropped in a rubber ducky, an octopus that could squirt water from its mouth and some cups. She grabbed the cups first and filled them up then tipped them out as he wet her hair then lathered it up with shampoo. She stared at the octopus and a naughty thought filled her mind. Kent massaged her scalp and she moaned in delight.

“Close your eyes while I rinse,” he commanded.

Water washed down her face as he washed her hair. Then he grabbed the conditioner. She waited until he’d given her another scalp massage. Seriously, the man could make millions from his fingers. They had endless skills. Then she ducked the octopus under the water and squeezed it until it was full of water.

“Okay, time to get out now.” He grabbed a towel and when he turned back, she hit him full in the face with the water squirting from the octopus’s mouth. Gales of laughter erupted from her at his shocked face. She laughed so hard, she slid under the water. Two firm hands grabbed her, lifting her as she sputtered between giggles.

“Oh Daddy, you’re all wet.”

“And you’re a little brat,” he muttered as he set her down on the tiled floor. She shook herself like a dog, spraying water all over him.

He cursed as she giggled even more. A towel was wrapped around her body then another around her head, which ended up covering half her face.

“Trouble maker, you’ve gotten me all wet.”

“Sorry, Daddy,” she said, pushing the towel off her face.

“Wish I could believe that you were. You need a reminder about respecting Daddy.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. You’re right, I should always respect my elders. And you’re really old.”

“You’re lucky you’re so cute, that’s all I can say.” He dried her off then towel dried her hair before picking her up and carrying her into her bedroom. He set her down next to the bed then gave her a firm smack on the ass.

“Ow!” She pouted as she reached back to rub her throbbing cheek. “That hurt.”

“It was meant to.” He moved to her closet and chose another onesie. “Need to move your stuff into my room.” He crouched before her. “Hold onto Daddy.”

She held onto his shoulders while she put first one foot then another into each leg of the onesie. This one was pink and had cats wearing tiaras on it. “Come on, I left your hairbrush and other stuff downstairs.”

“My hairbrush is in the bathroom,” she told him. It was one of the few things that had survived the destruction of her house.

“I bought you a new one today, remember?”

Yes, and unlike her lightweight plastic thing, the one he’d bought had been a heavy, wooden one.

He led her downstairs and put a cushion on the floor in front of the sofa. “Sit here, baby.” He grabbed the big bag of stuff he’d bought and set out the nail polish, hairbrush, a notebook, colored pencils and stickers. “Here, you can draw Daddy a picture while I do your hair.”

“You’re gonna brush my hair?” She turned in surprise as he settled on the sofa behind her.

“I sure am.” He grabbed the hairbrush and started combing her hair. She glanced at the notebook with a shrug. Might as well give it a go. It wasn’t long until she was completely occupied with drawing a picture of the beach, the rhythmic feel of the brush going through her hair relaxing her.