Shower Time. [15]

Darius' POV

I kiss the top of his head again, and I hear his adorable soft giggle. I smile and run a hand through his soft hair. "Hey baby boy? Do you want to take a shower with daddy?" I can tell by the way his little hands tightened on my shirt, and by the way his legs tense up next to me, that he's nervous for me to see his whole body.. I wonder why.. He's not in undies right now, so I can see his prince parts and his little bum, but why doesn't he want me to see his upper body?

"Kitten..? Do you?" I ask softly and hold him tighter. I rub gentle circles in his back to try and relax him. He whimpers quietly, it sounds like a broken whimper.. I hate that.. "Kitten? What's wrong?"

"D-daddy.." His small voice cracks while saying my name. I pull him back and kiss his tears away gently, and I wipe off the rest.

"You don't have to if you don't want to baby, I'm not trying to force you into anything. Just tell me if you don't want to, okay?" I tell him softly, looking him in the eyes. He shakes his little head vigorously, and tears up again.

"T-that's n-not what it is d-dada.." He says quietly and looks down. I don't like that he's so sad.. What could it be if it wasn't that? Does he not want me to see something?

"Then what is it baby? You need to tell daddy and use your big boy words, or daddy won't understand." I tell him softly, and kiss his forehead. I pull his lower body closer to mine.

He whimpers quietly, and starts to pull off his shirt. He's blushing lightly as he does so, but I can tell that it's also from embarrassment. I lean back a little for him to get it off.

My mouth is hanging open as I look at his beautiful chest, that's been tainted by marks that look like cuts and scratches, and some look like they could be from a whip.. There are also some bruises that have turned purple, by now that are very faint, but I can still see the outline of them. This must be what he meant about his ex hurting him..

I tear up while looking at my baby boy, he had to go through all of this and he didn't deserve it.. He'll never go through anything like that again. I will protect him.

I reach my hand out slowly to his chest, and he flinches, but doesn't pull away. I gently place my hand on his chest, and run it over where some of the fading marks are. I'm sure to be careful as I outline some of his fading bruises. He whimpers quietly but stays still as I stare at his chest and run my hand over it.

"T-there's m-more d-daddy.." He tells me quietly and turns himself around, removing his legs from the sides of mine, so that I can see his back.

I gasp in horror as I see his back. There's even more marks and bruises, but there's so many marks of where a whip has hit his back so hard, so many times.. A tear rolls down my face, and I move my hand to run it over his back gently and slowly. He flinches again, but this time not as much.

"K-kitten.." I stutter out, then gain my composure. "Lay down on the couch." He whimpers and does as told, I crawl over him, and I move my face to his chest. I start kissing each and every mark and bruise on it, sending love to him with each kiss. I look up at him as I'm kissing each mark, and his face is completely red. "Turn over, baby boy."

He does as told and turns over so that he's facing down. I move down to his back now, and kiss every mark and bruise on it. I move one of my hand to his ass and cup one of his asscheeks. He lets out a soft moan just from me touching him. I chuckle lightly and rub it gently while kissing the marks.

After I've kissed all of them, I pull back a little. "You can turn back over now baby." I tell him softly. He turns back over and looks up at me, blushing. He whimpers quietly and tears up. I immediately sit back up, and I pull him up and pull him back into my lap. I run my hand through his hair gently and rub circles in his back. "That will never happen to you ever again, kitten. Daddy is here to protect you, and he'll always be here to protect you. No one can touch my baby boy like that." I kiss the top of his head and he clings to me and buries his face in my chest.

"R-really p-papa..? Y-you d-don't think t-the marks a-are u-ugly and w-want t-to l-leave m-me..?" He stutters out quietly. I pull him away from my chest a little, so that I can look down to him.

"Absolutely not. I will never leave you kitten. The marks tell how strong you are and what you've been through." I tell him softly. "Daddy is never letting it happen again. Daddy wouldn't ever leave you just because of marks that you have on your body. It's not your fault that they're there."

He grips onto me more and starts crying softly, while looking up at me. He hugs me super tightly and buries his face into my chest. "T-thank you, t-thank you, thank y-you! You're the best daddy ever.. Thank you so so so much daddy.." He grips onto the back of my shirt while hugging me, and I hold him tightly.

"You don't need to thank me baby boy, I've told you that already. You never need to thank me." I tell him softly and kiss the top of his head. I continue to rub small circles in his back, and soon he stops crying.

"D-Dada.." He says softly, and pauses before continuing. "I-I wanna t-take a shower w-with you n-now.." His stutter really is adorable.

"Are you sure baby boy? You're not just saying that for daddy are you?" I ask him, wanting to be sure that he's saying that because he wants to, and not just for me.

"Mhm! I wanna papa!" He exclaims happily and grips onto me more, he bounces in my lap a little. I smile and kiss the top of his head again, then I get up, off the couch, while holding him. I carry him to wear the bathroom was, and I sit him on the counter next to the sink.

I pull off my shirt and take it to his bedroom and put it with my other clothes, which I pick up from the floor and set them on the edge of his bed. Then I walk back to the bathroom.

My kitten looks at me and blushes a crimson color. I chuckle and walk back over to him, and kiss him softly, before turning around and turning on the shower. I set it to a warm setting and wait for it to get warm. When it does get warm, I turn back around to my kitten and scoop him off the counter.

I spread the curtain open from one side, and step in with my kitten in my arms. Then I pull the curtain to close again. I gently set Casey down, and he looks up at me, and I smile down to him. He smiles, and turns around to bend over to reach for his shampoo. His ass is up in the air, right in front of me. I smirk and cup both his asscheeks and squeeze them firmly. He moans softly and immediately stands back up straight.

He turns around, and I can tell that he's blushing. I smile down at him, and he buries his face in my chest to hide his blushing face. I chuckle soft and move my hands back down to his cute little ass and give it a firm squeeze. He moans and grips onto my shoulders. "D-daddy.."

I smile and rub his asscheeks slowly. "Yes my little angel?" I ask him softly, like I don't know what I'm doing to him. He whimpers and grips onto me harder.

"S-stop i-it.." He mutters softly into my chest, while leaning back into my touch. I grip his ass hard, and he lets out a loud moan.

I let out a low chuckle and kiss the top of his head. "It doesn't seem like you want me to stop baby." I tease. I feel his little hand move down my body, then he gets to my cock and slowly starts to stroke it, making me moan softly, then growl lowly. "Kitten, what do you think you're doing?"

He giggles quietly and starts to go faster, making me moan a little louder. I smack his little asscheeks and he squeaks and moans softly, and let's go of my cock in surprise. "Oh, so you like being spanked, don't you little pet?" I ask teasingly.

He whimpers and nods his head in my chest. "S-sometimes I d-do and sometimes I-I don't.. U-usually if it's t-too hard I don't.. A-and, I don't like anything other than your hand when s-spanking.." He tells me in a quiet voice, which I can surprisingly hear over the water.

I kiss the top of his head softly and pull him close to me. "We'll go over things you're okay with and things you're not later, okay baby boy?" I tell him softly, and he nods in my chest again.

I smile and hold him tightly, then I lean to grab the shampoo that I made him forget about when I grabbed his ass. I pick it up while still holding him, and I let go of him for a second to squeeze some out of the bottle and into my hand. I gently start to massage the shampoo into his hair. He purrs quietly and leans his head into my touch.

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