"Daddy! I’m in the bathroom and I’m already half-nakies, can you please come here? I need some help and it’s super-duper-double important," you shouted loud enough for him to hear you in the living room where he was likely sitting on the couch watching another episode of Game of Thrones.
"Coming!" he shouted back and you heard his footsteps crossing the kitchen floor as he walked towards the bath. You started to close the bathroom door as he approached, intentionally only leaving an inch or two of the door opened so you could peek through the crack in the doorway as he stood directly outside, waiting for you to let him in.
"Hi Daddy," you greeted him politely while peeking through the tiny opening in the doorway, your foot pressed up against the bottom of the door itself so he couldn’t push it open any further. "Umm. Princess needs help with…" you hesitated, teasing him playfully by putting the tip of your index finger between your front teeth, "uh, I need Daddy’s help with making bath time more fun," you giggled playfully.
He stood there on the other side of the door, contemplating what that meant - his mind already scheming up with some rather torrid and lewd thoughts on his own as to your definition of help.
"Open the door, princess," his voice reflected a tone of eagerness, "I will definitely make bath time more, fun."
"Okay, but first, first you have to promise."
"Promise what, princess?"
"You have-ta promise to give princess what she wants. What I really really want it. Please Daddy. I need it. I need it bad."
"I promise, sweetie. Now open the door and show Daddy what you need."
You stepped away from the door. When Daddy pushed it open and walked into the bathroom, you couldn’t help but notice the rather obvious bulge in the front of his pants. His eyes immediately fixated on your chest, having found you already unclothed from the waist up. He grinned mischievously and ignored everything else in the room, his hand already reaching out to caress your breast.
You quickly grabbed something off the bathroom sink and placed it in his hand a split second before his fingers were about to brush against your nipple.
"I need it Daddy. I need it so very bad," you repeated.
He looked slightly confused as he stared at the empty bottle of Mr. Bubbles you placed into his hand. Then he finally noticed that you weren’t alone in the bathroom, and that your favorite stuffies had come to keep you company in the tub as well.
"It’s all empty Daddy. Bath time is always more fun with Mr. Bubbles! Please, will you run to the store and buy another one?"
"I guess I promised to help, didn’t I?" He smirked.
You slowly nodded up and down, in total agreement.
"As you wish… Be back in a bit," he leaned in place a kiss against your forehead, turned around, and then left the room. You heard him snatch his car keys up from the kitchen counter and you shouted after him, "Thank you, Daddy!"
You smiled for a moment and then made an announcement to the stuffies still keeping you company in the bathroom, “Daddy is going to bring us more Mr. Bubbles everyone! Isn’t he just amazballs?!”
OMG I need a bath.
And, yes that’s good for now.