than mine. I imagined long, slow kisses and sensual touches. The quick, efficient way Carson cleaned the sweat and cum from his body left a lot to be desired.
At least he took his time on me, but it still wasn’t what I’d imagined. With a soapy loofah, he scrubbed me from head to toe, making sure to get every inch. I hissed slightly as he cleaned my sensitive backside, reminding me once again of his possession, just as I had asked for.
Letting go of my expectations, I relaxed into his touch and let him take care of me. Closing my eyes as he shampooed my hair, I moaned as his hand massaged my scalp. With gentle hands, he helped me under the falling water and rinsed out the soap. The conditioner he had used was a musky, masculine scent while mine was floral and fruity.
Once I was squeaky clean, Carson helped me out of the shower and wrapped a big, fluffy towel around me. Taking another, he dropped it over my head and gave my hair a vigorous shake. I giggled, causing him to do it once more for good measure.
“There,” he said, using the towel to dry off his own body. “My little boy is all clean.” He leaned down and sniffed my hair. “And he smells nice too.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” I said, feeling cared for in a way I hadn’t in a long time.
“Now, do you want your old clothes back or do you want to try some more little clothes.”
I rocked back and forth on my feet as I thought about it. “I have to go home to feed Cinder, but maybe I could play a bit before you take me home.”
“Deal,” Carson said instantly. “And I know the perfect outfit.”
He made a quick pit stop in his closet and came back out wearing a faded t-shirt and some shorts. Still holding the towel around myself, I followed him down the hall to the playroom. Opening the dresser, he pulled out a pair of jean shorts. Eyeing them, I realized they were a bit too short to be men’s shorts, but nothing about them screamed little or kink.
Much to my embarrassment, he opened the drawer I knew held the undies—because duh I’d worn some the day before. Picking out a pair, he winked at me over his shoulder as he set them atop the shorts.
Moving to the closet, he zeroed in on the exact shirt he wanted and pulled it out. He showed it to me, getting my opinion. It was still pink, but across the front was the logo of some classic rock band from the seventies.
Overall, it was a pretty inconspicuous outfit, but still perfect. I nodded, giving my approval.
Grabbing the bottom half of the outfit from the top of the dresser, Carson held everything in his hands as he stopped in front of me.
“Drop it,” he said, jerking his chin toward the towel.
“What?” If anything, I clutched the towel tighter to my chest.
He tilted his head and studied me. “I said drop it.”
His voice was deep and commanding, more forceful than I was used to from him, and I liked it a lot. My hands let go of their own accord, the towel tickling my skin as it raced to the floor. Setting my shorts and t-shirt on the bed, he grabbed the panties and shook them out. I placed a hand on his shoulder as he leaned down and held them open for me. Stepping into them, I held onto him as he dragged them.
Watching the pink cotton travel up my legs, I felt that familiar twinge as desire and happiness swirled inside of me. Settling them on my hips, Carson took a moment to rearrange my cock into a more comfortable position.
The moment felt sensual and sweet. Instead of pushing for more, I basked in the feelings, letting him set the pace. If he wanted to touch, he would. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t. Trusting in him, I let myself go and allowed the little inside of me to come out.
By the time I was fully clothed, my thoughts were on what was for breakfast and finding Sprinkles. But Carson wasn’t finished. Lifting his hands, he began by rolling up my sleeves. Daddy then gathered the hem of my shirt, fisted it, and made a quick knot. Tucking it up under the shirt, he created a neat little crop-top that showed a small strip of skin above the waistband of my shorts