Let Me Take Care of You

Author's Note:

Thank you all for your kind words and continued patience while I took some time away. I really hope you like this one! I had fun writing it.

Content Warnings:

⚠️ Age Gap - The relationship between the main characters has an age difference.

🤝 Emotional Dependency - The story explores emotional dependency and attachment.

🛁 Explicit Sexual Content - The chapter contains graphic descriptions of sexual activities, including oral sex and anal play.

💦 Consent - While the story explores power dynamics, all activities are legal, consensual and respect the boundaries of both characters.

If any of these themes or activities are triggering or uncomfortable for you, please proceed with caution or skip this chapter. 🌱🧠

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Chapter 4: The Afternoon Bath 🛁💖

She woke with the tag pressed into her palm, edges sharp against her skin. The bed smelled like rosemary, cedar, and him. It was intoxicating.

She tried to decipher how she was feeling. Intellectually she knew that last night was a big step... "daughter". It fit them/her so perfectly and yet... she needed a beat to process. Her best thinking always happened in the garden so she began looking around the room for her comfy gardening pants. She felt old even saying that in her head... "comfy gardening pants'. But the truth was that she had never felt happier. She was even beginning to realize that maybe she had never felt safe before now. Maybe that's why she felt uneasy this morning. Afraid of all of the good things slipping through her fingers and being left with having known what good felt like only to be left alone in her old life. At least she'd still have the garden. Although it would never be the same.

Enough, she thought to herself. Good things are happening and we're just going to enjoy it while we can and not spend the good bits fretting over what might happen IF this or IF that.

Ah ha! The pants! I found them!

"Found what, my babygirl?"

My comfy garden pants.

Off to the garden are we? He asked mid passing her her morning cup of tea.

"Yes, I was hoping to do something with my body so my mind could sort out some knots. You can join me, but I think I'm going to wear my headphones and rock out on my own. Is that okay?"

More than okay, sweetheart. I would love to be glued to your hip if that's what life put in our laps so to speak but it's certainly not a requirement. I have some banking to do so maybe I'll do that and leave you to "rock out".

One thing before you go?

What's that?

Could you tell an old daddy how much you loved and missed him? I suspect I'm still working out how I feel about losing John but I'm feeling a touch lonely today. For whatever reason. Your sweetness always takes the ick away... at least for a moment.

She paused to take in his own sweetness before descending on him with a sprint and jumping into his arms, almost bowling them both over in the process. Luckily, he caught himself on the mantle. "I missed you so much. More than I would normally tell you because I don't like to overwhelm people with my big ass feelings. But I thought about you every second you were gone and I still feel unsettled because my body doesn't believe you're here for good yet."

Tears in his eyes, he brushed his thumb over her cheek before setting her down gently.

Thank you, my beautiful girl. I needed that. Okay, you run off to the garden and I'll get started on my "daddy tasks" as you like to call them. Sound good?

Yes, daddy. Sounds good. A small ping in her belly knowing she would leave him for a time.

The tomatoes were double the size as last time she had come to visit. How was that even possible? "I swear gardening is just magic" she whispered to the green beans. "Are you magic, too mister honey bee?" A small giggle escaping her lips. She hadn't giggled like that on her own for years. Hmmm... maybe there was hope for her afterall, she thought.

An hour or so of weeding and watering and Babygirl was back in her cozy nook on the couch, reading and sipping tea. Her natural habitat if there was one.

"I think I'm going to shower soon. Would you like to join me Daddy?"

Would i ever! But how about a bath? I can wash your hair and help you scrub your back.

Ummmm that sounds amazing. Let's do that!

Okay, I'll go run it and see if I can find something that resembles bubble bath. I'll see you in about 10 minutes?

Mmmm, yes daddy. See you soon.

She stepped in, naked, pink from the steam that had already started to build and excited to have a life where she could have baths in the middle of the afternoon with the safest man she'd ever been in a romantic relationship with. A daddy. Who knew that's what she needed. I guess he kind of did... she liked that idea.

He was already in, covered in bubbles, sat against the far end of the tub just waiting patiently for her to join him. Admiring her body, the softness of her hips and tummy, her beautiful full breasts and long hair flowing gently over her shoulders. He felt like the luckiest man in the world. The luckiest Daddy in the world. Of all of the beautiful caregiving relationships he'd had over the years, he had never felt so mutually cared for and so ready and willing to take care of her. Deeply, in every way, until she decided it was time to move on or until it was his time to pass from this world.

"Babygirl... you are breathtaking. How did I ever get so lucky as to find you growing in my garden?"

She giggled, and slipped under the bubbles. Relieved to have some semblance of coverage, even though she enjoyed the compliments. She was still learning to be comfortable with someone's eyes on her. She'd had boyfriends in the past but none who wanted to spend so much time admiring her. It was a new skill for her to learn... accepting kindness and compliments. She'd get there... hopefully.

"Thank you, daddy. I'm all yours."

Thank goodness. I'm not sure my poor old heart could take having to share you. I'm too smitten.

She leaned against him, moaning at the luxuriousness of being fully engulfed in the heat of the water and his strong arms. Was this happiness? She'd have to put a pin in it and check in later.

May daddy give you some kisses, sweet girl?

Please... I would love nothing more Daddy.

He placed a gentle hand on her lips, tilting her chin up just enough for their lips to meet. It felt soft, sweet, warm. Not at all rushed and without the demand of satisfying his sexual needs in return.

Ironically, the lack of demand made her want to make him feel good. "May I touch you, Daddy?" she asked, her voice soft and eager. She turned in his arms, her wet breasts pressing against his chest, her hands already moving to explore his body. "I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel."

She reached out, her hand finding his throbbing cock under the water. She could feel it pulse in her hand, hot and eager. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire and a newfound confidence.

"Daddy, can I taste you?" she asked, her voice husky with need.

He groaned, his head tilting back against the tub. "Fuck, babygirl. You don't have to, but yes, please."

She didn't need to be told twice. She slipped down his body, her lips finding the head of his cock. She licked the bead of pre-cum from the tip, savoring the salty taste of him. He groaned again, his hips bucking slightly.

"Fuck, sweetheart. You're a natural."

She smiled around his cock, taking him deeper into her mouth. She could feel him hit the back of her throat, but she didn't gag. She relaxed her muscles and took him even deeper, her hand stroking the length of him that she couldn't fit into her mouth.

He let out a low moan, his hands fisting in her hair. "God, babygirl. Your mouth feels amazing."

She hummed in response, the vibration making him gasp. She could feel him getting closer, his body tensing. She looked up at him, her eyes locked with his as she took him deep into her throat.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum, babygirl. You should pull back if you don't want me in your mouth."

She shook her head slightly, her eyes never leaving his. She wanted all of him, every part of him. She felt him pulse in her mouth, hot cum spilling down her throat. She swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his.

He let out a low groan, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. She continued to suck him gently, milking every last drop from him. When he finally pulled back, she gave his cock one last lick, making him shiver.

"Fuck, babygirl. That was... incredible," he panted, his body still trembling from the aftermath.

She smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with pride. "I'm glad, Daddy. I liked making you feel good."

He leaned down and kissed her, his lips soft and gentle. "You always make me feel good, sweetheart. In so many ways."

She sighed contentedly, leaning against him once more. "I'm glad, Daddy. I'm really glad."

They sat in the tub for a while longer, the water cooling around them. She traced patterns on his chest, her mind quiet and at peace. He hummed softly, his hand running through her hair, the sound of the water lapping gently against the sides of the tub.

After a while, he broke the silence. "Are you ready to get out, babygirl? I don't want you to get too pruney."

She laughed softly. "Yes, Daddy. I'm ready."

They stepped out of the tub, the cool air of the bathroom making them shiver. He wrapped her in a towel, rubbing her arms briskly to warm her up. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with love.

"Thank you, Daddy," she said, her voice soft.

He smiled down at her, his heart filled with love. "Anytime, babygirl. Anytime."

He picked up a brush from the counter, and began to brush her hair gently. She closed her eyes, a soft moan escaping her lips as she leaned into his touch. He took his time, brushing out each knot carefully, his other hand massaging her scalp.

"Mmm, that feels so good, Daddy," she murmured.

"I'm glad, babygirl," he replied, his voice soft. "You deserve to be taken care of."

She opened her eyes and looked up at him, her heart filled with love. "I love you, Daddy."

He smiled down at her, his eyes soft. "I love you too, babygirl. More than you'll ever know."

He set the brush down and took her hand, leading her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He pulled back the covers and helped her into bed, tucking her in gently.

"Rest now, babygirl. I'll be here when you wake up."

...She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a new kind of desire. "Daddy, can I... can I try something new?"

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What's that, babygirl?"

She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing. "I... I want to try anal. With you."

He was silent for a moment, his gaze intense. Then he smiled, a slow, wicked grin. "You want to stretch that tight little hole, babygirl?"

She nodded, her breath hitching. "Yes, Daddy. Please."

He stood up, walking over to the closet. He pulled out a bottle of lube and a small, slim plug. He turned back to her, his eyes filled with a new kind of desire.

"On your hands and knees, babygirl. Ass in the air."

She hurried to comply, her heart racing. He lubed up the plug, slipping the tip inside her slowly.

"Relax, babygirl," he murmured, his other hand rubbing her back. "Just feel."

She took a deep breath, her body relaxing as he slipped the plug deeper. He began to stretch her, moving the plug in and out, then scissoring to stretch her wider.

"Does that feel good, babygirl?" he asked, his voice low.

"Yes, Daddy," she moaned, her body writhing. "So good."

He slipped a finger inside her pussy hole, stretching her even further. She moaned, her body writhing as she felt herself getting closer. He could feel her tightening around him, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Please, Daddy," she begged, her voice ragged. "Please make me cum."

He growled, his fingers moving faster, his thumb circling her clit with increasing pressure, the plug stretching open in the best way.. He could feel her body tensing, her orgasm building.

"Cum for Daddy, babygirl," he whispered, his voice low and commanding. "Cum all over my fingers."

She cried out, her body convulsing as she came, her orgasm pulsing around his fingers. He continued to stroke her, drawing out her pleasure until she was limp and spent.

"Good girl," he murmured, kissing her gently. "You did so well, babygirl. I'm so proud of you."

She smiled up at him, her eyes filled with love. "Thank you, Daddy. That was... incredible."

As they lay there, their bodies spent, he kissed her gently. "I love you, babygirl. Sleep tight with your plug inside you. We'll continue your stretching tomorrow."

She smiled, her heart full. "I love you too, Daddy. Goodnight."

To be continued in Chapter 5: The Stretch...