Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
I had to admit it took me entirely too long to realize what he was doing.
Magic.
For fuck’s sake.
Keeping my frustration to myself as he concentrated and mumbled softly, I didn’t interrupt while he was actively working. My patience came to a limit, though, once he finished. “All done. Water, Daddy.”
His gimme fingers said the water was safe, so I finished opening the container and handed it over but I wasn’t ready to drop the subject. “Did someone put a spell on my water?”
“Yes.” Merritt wasn’t worried as he drank half the bottle, though. He seemed fine as he handed it back and let out a big sigh too. “All fixed.”
That was not nearly enough information but it seemed like all he was going to give me at the moment. “Daddy. Sticky.”
Daddy was well into sticky territory too, so I wasn’t going to argue with my stubborn cutie. “Yes. I haven’t forgotten.”
Turning off the water since the tub was filled, I started stripping in the small bathroom area. Merritt didn’t seem worried or terribly curious, so I just treated it almost like the locker room at the gym. If there was a better way to handle it, I didn’t know what that would be.
So once I was naked, I tossed my dirty clothes into the bottom of the closet across from the bathroom. “Alright. You climb in the tub and I’ll wash off and put on my pajama pants. Then once you’re done, we’ll find you something of mine to wear.”
Merritt noticed my body, I could sense that, but he was much more interested in the bubbles and my clothes. “I can wear Daddy pants.”
Nearly giggling that out, he made an exaggeratedly careful step into the tub and sighed as he sank down into the bubbles. “Big tub, Daddy.”
Considering his accommodations, it was a big tub.
“I can’t tell if you like it or not.” Looking cartoonishly confused, I turned to the sink and grabbed a washcloth. “What do you think?”
He thought his Daddy was silly based on his giggles.
“Don’t know.” Pretending to frown, he piled bubbles onto his face like a beard. “Hairy boy.”
I was the one trying not to laugh that time. “I’m not sure about that look on you, but I will support it if you want to be itchy.”
Merritt’s face scrunched up. “No itchy.”
I thought so.
“Maybe a hat?” After giving myself a quick wipe, I tossed the washcloth on the counter and went into the small area with the tub and toilet. Reaching into the tub, I scooped up a pile of bubbles and plopped it on his head. “You’d look good with a hat.”
He would.
He also looked good in giggles too.
“Fluffy hat, Daddy.” He thought that was funny but what was even funnier was Daddy wearing a bubble hat. “Little hat.”
On my penis.
Frowning, I pretended to look down at my dick in shock. “It’s not little.”
That made him laugh so hard he nearly went ass over teakettle in the tub. “Careful.”
He probably would’ve caught himself, but I helped too, so he was upright again very quickly, still gigging away. “Little hats.”
My huff had his delight getting stronger again, but he managed not to almost drown himself that time. So I gave him another stern glare before looking down at my dick and patting the bubbles off. “It’s okay. He doesn’t think you’re little.”
And down he went again.
“Gotcha.” I was going to need faster than a dragon reflexes if I was going to keep him from killing himself in the tub. “Okay, silly goose. Daddy is going to get clothes. Can you build me a bubble castle?”
Daddy was incredibly smart.
Merritt’s eyes lit up and he nodded as he latched on to the new idea. “Yes. I can do it.”
It seemed like my little mage liked a challenge, so I tucked that information away in the back of my head. “I can’t wait to see it.”
And it wouldn’t be long because I grabbed the cotton sleep pants I’d brought in record time.
“Are you ready?” Moving back toward the bathroom, I chuckled when Merritt started making frustrated huffs.
“No, Daddy. You’re too fast.” He didn’t appreciate that either. “Careful, Daddy. You’ll fall.”
“I’m not a wet monkey in the tub.” Merritt was the one in danger of conking his head. Not me. “I’m on dry land and I was careful.”
“No. Daddy was too fast.” Making zoom sounds, Merritt made it seem like I was a speed demon.
“I was not driving too fast.” He was ridiculous. “That woman was going twenty miles under the speed limit. Passing her was entirely appropriate.”
Zoom. Zoom.
He was going to be one hell of a backseat driver.
“All done, Daddy.” His cheerful tone made me wonder if he’d been fucking with me about my driving, and his wicked grin when I came in didn’t help. “Castle.”
Mages were such overachievers.
“I think that’s cheating.” Amazing. But cheating. “I’ve never seen bubbles do that.”