Pure

sixteen

"I'm gonna wash every part of your body really good."

"Are you? What are you gonna use?" I decide to tease him a little, see how he's going to respond.

We're walking up the stairs, hand in hand, Harry in front of me. I hear him chuckle.

"What's so funny, Daddy?"

"Nothing, baby, you're just so cute." We walk into the bathroom. I take a seat on the closed toilet lid as Harry closes the door behind us and locks it.

"Scared I'm gonna run away?" I remark.

"No, I just-. I don't know. I always lock it."

I chuckle, "I was messing with you."

He groans, "Such a bad girl. I don't know if you deserve your reward anymore."

"Wait, no!" I shoot up from my seat to stand in front of him, "I'll be a good girl now, I'll do anything!"

"Good girl. Already making me hard, fuck."

I blush.

"Okay, c'mon, take off your clothes." he demands.

"Turn around."

"What?

"Turn around." I repeat.

"Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first time, but why?"

"Because! It makes me more comfortable."

"I make you uncomfortable?"

"No! That's not what I meant."

"Okay, I get it. Fine!" he sighs and turns around.

"Thank you, Daddy!" I chirp.

"Yeah, I'm awesome, I know. I'm also very hard. So please, do me a favor and hurry the fuck up." he groans.

"I'm doing my best." I lift Harry's shirt, the one I found in his drawer yesterday, over my head and let it fall onto the ground. I'm now partly naked. The only thing I'm wearing still, are my panties.

"I'm turning around." he says and slowly turns back around.

"No!" I shriek and cover my breasts with my arms. Harry's eyes grow wide and rake up and down my body. His pants tighten a bit further and he bites his lip, eyes still focused on me. I can feel my cheeks heat up again.

"Holy mother of God, fuck me." he curses, "Shit, you're hot. I could literally fuck you right now."

"Um, Daddy."

"I'm sorry, my thoughts took over for a second." he apologises, " But baby girl, you're so beautiful. You look so innocent and vulnerable. I'm so glad you're mine. You don't need to cover up for me. I'm your Daddy. I'm yours."

"I know, but I'm just-"

"So beautiful? Shy? Sexy. Hot? All of the things I said. Yes, definitely." Harry interrupts me.

I blush, "No."

"Yes! Now, stop being so obnoxious and stop hiding. Take those goddamn panties off, before I rip them off, and get in the goddamn shower!"

"Okay, Daddy." Before I make up my mind, I drop my arms and take of my panties. I throw them next to Harry's shirt and step into the shower cabin.

"Good girl." he bites his lip, "Turn it on."

I do as he says, and wait for him to join me. I cross my arms to cover up again and lean against the cold, tile wall. I close my eyes as the warm water hits my body, relaxing me. The noise of the water hitting the ground is quite satisfying. It's peaceful.

Suddenly, I feel two arms wrap around my waist, hugging me close.

"What'd I tell you about covering yourself?" his raspy voice whispers in my ear.

"I'm sorry, Daddy." I apologise as I grab his arms, holding him tightly.

"Tell Daddy how much you love him." he whispers softly.

"So much. I love you so much, Daddy."

"Good girl."

I could just stand here all day, in silence, with him in my arms, with me in his arms. Chest to chest. Hugging, laughing. I could stand here all day, both naked, while the warm water is covering our bodies. It makes me forget about all the things around me. Mother, school, father, problems, myself. It makes me focus on what's here. What's here, right now. It makes me focus on Daddy. I wish I could feel like this all the time. I wish I could feel his breath in my neck, his soft fingers touching my skin, his body warmth when we're hugging. It's so peacefully quiet. It's comfortable. I'm comfortable with Daddy by my side.

His soft lips nibble on my earlobe, making me moan.

How does he do this? How can he make me feel like this? It's magical. This feeling is magical.

My left hand disappears in his wet hair.

I wish I could touch him all day. Feel his curls. No big deal. Kiss his plump lips. I wish I could stand here all day, with him beside me, in my arms. I don't know what I'm feeling. Is it care? Is it some sort of affection I feel towards him? Of course I'm attracted to him, Harry is absolutely gorgeous. Is it love? Do I love Harry? He makes me feel so special. He makes me feel loved. I know I tell him I love him, but that's because he wants me to tell him that. But now, I feel like the next time I'm gonna say it, I say it because I want to say it, not because I need to say it.

"You're so soft, baby girl." his hands roam over my body.

I finally have come to the realisation that I love Harry. I love my Daddy. And I sure as hell am going to show him. No matter how.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, darling?"

"I-I love you."