Rooker leaned in and brushed a kiss on the tip of her nose. “That’s a very good idea, babygirl. But I want you to promise you won’t try to stand up, or put any weight on that foot while I’m in the shower.”
That was an easy promise to make. Just moving her ankle around caused the pain to spike, she did not want to think about how much it would hurt to try to stand up on it. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t finger her pussy and get herself off while he was busy in the shower.
“I promise.”
“Also, no playing with Daddy’s pussy. Your orgasms belong to me now and I don’t want to have to spank you for being naughty in the bathtub.”
That order earned a heavy sigh before Carri agreed. “I promise.”
That reluctant promise earned her a kiss, this time on her lips. The kiss went from a simple brushing of lips on lips to a mating that had them both breathing hard by the time Rooker pulled away and turned to prepare her bath.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, babygirl?”
“Does that mean you can’t play with your cock in the shower?”
Rooker looked over his shoulder at her with a soft smile. “Yes, as difficult as that will be, it means I won’t be playing with my cock in the shower, either.”
“Okay. Good.”
As the water filled the tub, Rooker unwrapped her ankle and then helped her stand up on her good leg while he finished undressing her and helped her into the tub. He handed her a soft washcloth and a small bottle of liquid soap.
“I’ll only be a few minutes, and then I’ll wash your hair, if you’d like.”
“I washed it this morning, Daddy,” she said as she sank deeper into the water with a sigh. “Go take your shower, I’ll be fine.”
While he knew she was safe in the half-full bathtub, Rooker was also tempted to strip and climb in with her just to make sure she behaved. But the tub really was not built for two, so he forced himself to turn to the glass-walled, walk-in shower beside it. He turned on the water to heat before stripping off his own clothes.
A soft gasp from the tub had him checking on Carri. “You okay?”
“Uh-huh,” she answered, obviously distracted.
A glance told him she was intently focused on his cock, which was hard and bobbing out in front of him as he stepped into shower.
As he washed, he watched her through the glass and saw she was watching him instead of washing.
“Wash yourself, little artist. Or do you want Daddy to do it for you when I finish in here?”
In response, Carri jolted. “No, Daddy. I can do it myself.”
With that, he watched as she grabbed the washcloth and added soap. Even as she swiped it over her body, she continued to stare at his erection.
Which only made his cock harder and more demanding of release. Though he had made a promise, Rooker was tempted to turn his back on his Little girl and stroke himself. It would only take a few minutes, if that, to get off.
But he’d made a promise, and was determined to prove to Carri that he was a man of his word.
“Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“Does it hurt?”
“Does what hurt?”
“Being hard like that? Does it hurt?”
Instead of answering, Rooker rinsed off and turned off the water. Stepping out, he quickly dried off and then pulled on his pajama pants. After combing his hair, he knelt beside the tub.
