After parking her truck, Giana took a moment to gather her energy. She hoped Koa would understand that she was completely wiped out. All she wanted to do was wash the smoke smell out of her hair and crawl into bed. The quiet thunk of his door closing made her look toward the now-empty passenger seat.
She checked the mirror and saw him circle the back of the truck and arrive at her door. When he opened it, she rushed to say, “Koa, I’m…”
“Daddy,” he corrected gently and reached in to unfasten her seatbelt before scooping her up in his arms. “Come on, little girl. Let’s get cleaned up and take a nap.”
She wanted to suggest something else he might rather do, but that sounded heavenly. After nodding, she rested her cheek on his shoulder as he carried her into the house. “Daddy,” she whispered.
“Have you eaten?”
“No. That fire burned so hot. We roasted in our gear. I couldn’t imagine eating.” Some of the guys had iron stomachs, and they’d refueled while she was filling out forms. They’d brought her a sandwich, but the thought of taking a bite made her stomach roll.
“We’ll get some nutrition in you before you sleep,” Koa promised.
She nodded. “Shower, Daddy.”
“Bath, Flame,” he suggested as they walked down the hall to the large bathroom.
“Not hot,” she pleaded.
“Cool. It will help bring your temperature down. Trust your daddy.”
“Will you wash my hair? It smells like smoke.”
“Of course. Daddy’s going to get every part of you clean.”
That promise made her stomach do another flip-flop. Not the bad kind that made her sick, but the type that kindled a different type of fire inside her. She couldn’t believe she could even consider hanky-panky. But her body was all in—especially when Koa sat her on the side of the tub and turned to start the water.
She reached out to pat his hard butt. It felt amazing. Her face heated as he stood back up to look at her.
“I’m glad you’re recovering. Let’s get you in the tub and find some toys for you to play with instead of Daddy’s butt.”
“No toys are finer than that,” she assured him and her face flamed even hotter.
“Thank you, little girl. I like your bottom as well. Now, let’s get you undressed and in the tub.”
Koa undressed her carefully, running his fingers over her skin to check for any injuries or hot spots. That sensation in her tummy grew hotter as he examined her. When her clothes lay scattered on the floor, Koa lifted her into the tub and helped her settle before turning off the water. The liquid flowed around her, feeling delicious as it cooled her fever.
Giana settled back against the tub, loving the additional chill of the porcelain. Koa knelt by her side, gently sloshing cool water over her skin. A deep sigh eased from her lips as she relaxed. The pressure and worry of the day floated away on the surface of the water as it lapped over her.
“This is heaven,” she whispered.
“Good. Scoot down and wet your hair, Flame. Let’s wash away the smokiness first.”
She nodded and slid her bottom along the tub to dunk her head under the water. When she emerged, Koa handed her a soft, dry washcloth.
“Hold this over your eyes, little girl.”
When Giana had followed his instructions, Koa poured a bit of shampoo from the bottle she’d brought from home and rubbed it over her tresses and scalp with firm but gentle fingertips. She loved the feel of having her hair washed. “You are so good at that.”
“I have three younger sisters. They trained me well.”
“Really? Are you the only boy in your family?” Giana asked, peeking from under the washcloth.
“Keep that in place, little girl. You don’t want soap in your eyes,” he told her firmly.
Immediately, Giana followed his instruction. “So? Are you the only son?”
“I am. I’m twenty-seven. My sisters are twenty-five, twenty-three, and twenty-one.”
“I’m older than you?” she asked, shocked.
“Age doesn’t matter to me, Flame. Is it important to you?” he asked.
She noticed he didn’t ask how old she was. “Well, it kind of matters. Twenty years from now when I’m talking about the music I listened to in high school, you won’t recognize any of the artists.”
“I like that thought. I’m glad you’re planning to stay with me for twenty years,” he commented, totally missing her point.
“No, I mean we won’t have anything in common.”
“We’ll have twenty years in common,” he pointed out before adding, “besides, these were probably your favorite groups in high school.” Koa named off four bands she’d loved.
“That’s impressive. How did you know?”
“Lean back. Let’s rinse the suds away. Do you like conditioner?”
“No, thank you. I have a leave-in one that I like,” Giana answered before following his directions. His fingers swishing her hair through the water felt magical. Giana could feel her tight shoulder muscles relaxing.
After the stressful day, she’d tensed up even more when she’d realized she was five years older than Koa. He oozed confidence and control—probably a result of his training and skills. Perhaps he was right—the difference in their age didn’t matter.
“Up you go, little girl,” he said, lifting her easily to sit in the tub. Koa steadied her before wrapping her wet hair in a towel, turban-style, like he’d done that a million times.
“You’re thinking too hard, little girl. Are you okay?” Koa asked, pulling the washcloth away from her eyes.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to get lost in my head.”
“Being quiet is fine, Flame. Unless you’re worrying about something that isn’t important.”
“Like our age?” she asked.
“Exactly. Our private business is ours.”
Koa dipped the washcloth into the water, saturating it. He added some floral-scented soap and stroked the cloth over her back. The sensation of the pull of the terrycloth over her skin mesmerized her. She leaned into his touch.
“That’s it, little girl. Just let me take over.”
After the day she’d had, releasing control to him was surprisingly easy. Giana realized she trusted Koa. She could allow her inner self to come out safely around him. He kissed her forehead, making her heart melt.
“I’ve got you, Giana.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
By the time he’d washed every inch of her body, Giana was half asleep. Koa dried her skin and wrapped her in a towel. She lolled against his hard muscles as he carried her to the bedroom and tucked her under the covers.
“Don’t leave,” she whispered as he eased off the bed.
“I’ll be right back, Flame.”
“Promise?”
“Yes, little girl.”
She hovered on the brink of sleep, fighting to stay awake when he returned. “Daddy,” she whispered. “I thought you’d forgotten me.”
“Never, Giana.” He settled on the pillows next to her and wrapped an arm around Giana to slide her closer to him. “I want you to try this, little girl. You need some nourishment. Then you can sleep.”
He brushed something rubbery over her lips. “Open your mouth, Flame.” When she followed his directions, he inserted the nipple.
She pushed at the alien thing in her mouth. A small drizzle of delicious liquid landed on her tongue. “Mmm,” she hummed and tried it again. Wanting more, she sucked tentatively, and her mouth filled with the tasty concoction. Giana swallowed quickly and devoured more.
“That’s it, Flame. Drink your bottle for Daddy.”
By the time the bottle was empty, Giana’s struggle to keep her eyes open had evaporated. Koa removed the nipple from her mouth and replaced it with something that filled her mouth as well, but didn’t hold any of the scrumptious formula.
“More, Daddy,” she mumbled around the device.
“Not right now, Giana. Your tummy is full.” He stroked a hand down her silky skin to rub her stomach softly.
“I’ll make you a bottle when you wake up,” he promised and rocked her slowly against him. “Sleep, Flame.”
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When she woke up, Giana couldn’t move. Jelly and Tiger had crowded onto the bed and weighed her down. She struggled out of the tightly tucked sheet. When she’d freed her arms, Giana picked up each stuffie and kissed its fuzzy head before setting them aside. Koa had bracketed her with large pillows smooshed tightly at her sides. She attempted to push the fluffy obstacles away, but Koa must have used Daddy magic to pin her in place. Giving up, she called, “Daddy! I’m stuck!”
Almost instantly, she heard the whisper of his light steps in the hallway. “Hi, Flame. I’m glad you’re awake.”
When Koa whisked away the fluffy pillows holding her in place, she asked, “Why did you do that?”
“I didn’t want you to fall out of bed, little girl. I’ve ordered a crib for you.”
“A crib?” Giana repeated, pushing herself up to sit, tucking the blanket around her nude body. She tried to ignore the flash of excitement that flared inside her at that idea to focus on logic. “I won’t be comfortable in that.”
“Not a baby crib, Flame. A little girl crib. I ordered a light oak one with pink upholstered crowns at each end.”
“Really? Like my old headboard?” Her queen-size headboard from her apartment hadn’t fit Koa’s king-size bed. They’d stored it in his basement. Koa thought the team could modify it somehow.
“As close as I could get to it. I think I remember oak is the same type of wood as your bedroom furniture.”
“It is.” She studied his face to make sure he wasn’t messing with her. “Really? You ordered a little girl crib?”
“And some other things. I thought I might let you choose your bedding. Want to come sit with Daddy and tell me what you like?”
Giana nodded eagerly. “Nothing scratchy.”
“Of course not.” Koa tugged her cover away, pulling it gently from her hands. “Daddy loves your body, Giana. You don’t need to hide from me.”
She opened her mouth to protest and snapped it shut. He’d definitely seen her from all angles. “Could I have a T-shirt to wear? You know, just so I don’t get cold?”
“I’ll get you something to wear while you go potty.” Koa rescued Jelly and Tiger before the stuffies could tumble to the floor as she scrambled out of bed at that reminder.
“I’ll be right back,” Giana promised and scurried from the room. When she glanced back to see if he was watching, his gaze focused on her bottom. His half-smile reassured her he enjoyed looking at her.
When she came back, Koa had spread a towel out on the bed. Next to it was a cute basket decorated like a bunny, complete with ears and a tail. She walked closer, saying, “That’s adorable, Daddy. What’s it for?”
“The bunny holds all sorts of supplies for me to take care of you, little girl. Eventually, he’ll sit on your changing table.”
“Changing table? To change what?” Her gaze landed on the poufy object on the other side of the basket. “What’s that?”
“Come here, little girl. You had a tough day. Daddy’s going to take special care of you for a while. Bottles, diapers, everything a little girl needs to let the outside world drift away.”
“I’m okay, Daddy. I don’t need that stuff.”
“We’ll try everything to find out what your heart needs. Even if your brain panics a bit. Let Daddy show you, and then you can use your safeword if it doesn’t work for you. You slept very well after drinking your bottle.”
“It was yummy,” she had to admit.
“I’m glad. Come here, Flame.” Koa wrapped his hands around her waist. After lifting her, he stretched her out on the towel and immediately lifted her legs high into the air.
She expected him to tuck the diaper underneath her, but Koa picked up a small tube and snapped off the end. He pressed her legs forward, parting them and exposing her small entrance between her buttocks. When she struggled at being exposed so intimately, Koa simply lifted her legs higher, controlling her movements.
“Be good, Flame. Daddy’s going to check your temperature. You’ll get used to me paying attention to your cute bottom.” He pressed the open tube against her tight rosette. A cool substance covered her entrance before he pushed the tube inside and injected the rest of that substance.
“What’s that?”
“Lubricant. It will make the thermometer slide into your bottom easily.” He set the empty tube down on the towel by her hip and pressed his finger into her bottom.
Giana gasped at the intrusion and tried to ignore the shivery thrills that raced through her at his intimate caretaking. “Daddy, no!”
“You’ll get used to Daddy’s touch here, little girl. You are very tight. I’ll need to prepare you to take my cock here.”
She swallowed hard. Somewhere inside, Giana understood he would not allow her to hide her desires and interests. She’d always been curious, but hadn’t ever trusted anyone enough to admit that.
He withdrew his finger and wiped away the slick material on a tissue before grabbing a thick thermometer from the basket. Before she could react, he pressed the tip to her tight entrance and pushed it deep inside. The lubricant foiled her attempts to clench her muscles to stop it.
“Don’t be naughty. Your diaper’s elastic will feel scratchy on thoroughly spanked skin.”
“Daddy! Take it out!”
“Ten minutes.” He twirled it gently between his fingers, drawing all her attention to this previously forbidden spot.
“I don’t like this,” she whined.
“Lying to Daddy is not a great idea. Little girls need lots of care to keep them healthy and happy. Perhaps I need to place something in your bottom frequently to help you adjust to having my touch here.”
She shook her head quickly, hoping to push that thought out of his mind. His answering, “Hmmm!” told her she hadn’t distracted him from that idea. The swirling thermometer slid a bit deeper into her bottom.
The feeling that he was in total control soothed her. The tension in her body eased, and she relaxed on the bed.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised her. Koa draped her legs over his broad shoulder and grabbed an object from the tangle of covers. “I wondered where your pacifier went. You were too tired to see it earlier. Cute, isn’t it?”
Gianna smiled and reached for the pacifier eagerly. The outside was decorated like a bunny’s mouth with a pink nose and white teeth. It must make her look like a bunny when she sucked on it. Popping it into her mouth, she sucked happily on the soft bulb.
“You are adorable, Flame.”
The pacifier made the time fly by faster. She glanced up immediately at her daddy when he slid the thermometer from her. He turned the thick tube to check the results.
“Your temperature is perfect, little girl. Let’s get you wrapped up so Daddy will leave your cute bottom alone and fill your tummy instead.”