The Hot Tub

Please Note: This is the third story in the series of Angel and her Daddy.

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Drifting happily through the living room wondering what I'll cook for dinner tonight as I smile and think of Daddy sitting at his desk in his office at this very moment. Coming up to the stereo and opening the clear glass encasement to flip on the power button and tune to my favorite radio station. Giggling silently as I turn up the volume slightly so I can hear it in the kitchen as I prepare the nights meal in anticipation of Daddy's arrival home. My heart having grown so full these last few weeks as I think back to my first night with him and again the night he had taken me to "The Park". Remembering how foolish I had been to imagine that he didn't want me anymore or would think our love something wrong.

Opening the refrigerator and humming to one of my favorite tunes as I reach inside and pull out the lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber, carrots and shredded cheese for our salad. Placing everything on the counter top and reaching up higher in the cabinets for the beautiful porcelain bowl that we always us for our salad. Still humming as I expertly cut the vegetables, my hips swaying in time with the music. Adding them to the bowl and covering it with saran wrap before returning it to the refrigerator to stay cool. Tapping my lip with my finger wondering which dressing Daddy would prefer tonight and thinking it best to stay with the Italian that I make and he seems to love so much. Opening the cabinet again and spotting the glass container for making the dressing I walk over and retrieve the stool from the corner of the kitchen and bring it back to step up on. Still having to stand on my tiptoes I reach up with my hand above my head and my fingers grasp the container.

Smiling as I remember being in this very position last week, reaching for the same container and Daddy walking into the kitchen. At first scolding me for not asking for his help before sliding up next to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. Sighing softly I can hear his voice in my mind at that moment.

"Well Angel maybe this isn't such a bad position for you after all," he says as his arms wrap more tightly around my waist.

"What are you talking about Daddy?"

"Raise your arms higher Love," he says intently.

Obediently lifting my arms. Having learned my lesson much earlier with Daddy I do not question his commands.

"Mmmmm, yes I think this would be a wonderful position for you," he states again.

"Daddy are you teasing me?"

"Me? Tease? I think you know me better than that Angel."

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, knowing that this day dreaming will get me nowhere but late for finishing dinner I grab the container and step down off the stool. Careful to replace it to the corner that I got it from, knowing how much Daddy hates it when I leave it in the middle of the kitchen. Smiling as I think back as far as I can remember to a time when I was just a toddler and I was dressed in a red, white, and blue sailor girl outfit with matching white stockings with ruffles on the bottom, and black patent shoes. My parents dressed me especially that day for pictures to be taken by the local studio. The memory becoming more clear as I relive the experience of tripping and stumbling in the parking lot outside the studio and skinning my knee, my white stockings stained red. Beginning to cry, not because I had skinned my knee but because I had ruined my outfit and I didn't want Daddy to be angry with me.

Mixing the herbs and spices with the oil and vinegar and shaking the dressing container vigorously as my thoughts continue this pattern. It seems as far back as I can remember I have done everything within my power to make Daddy happy by behaving and doing my chores and keeping up my grades. My own disappointment and guilt being punishment enough when I know that I have failed Daddy in some way. And now with this new found love for one another, the desperation in my heart to please him and show him how special he is to me almost too much to bare at times.

Stepping back over to the refrigerator and opening the door, I spot the two thick slices of Filet Mignon still wrapped in plastic that Daddy brought home the day before. Smiling I set them on the counter before reaching back inside and opening the vegetable bin to retrieve two potatoes. Closing the door and humming again to another song that drifts in from the living room I wrap the potatoes in foil and poke holes in them before putting them into the oven. My bare feet dancing slightly across the kitchen as I reach for different herbs and spices from the rack and lightly cover the steaks before putting them on a plate. Carrying the plate in one hand and the fork in another I drift back through the living room and to the sliding glass door that leads to our deck outside.

Stepping outside and taking a moment to watch the beautiful colors of the sun as it slowly begins to set on the other side of the fence that encloses our backyard. Lightly stepping over to the grill, Daddy's prized possession, giggling as these thoughts invade my mind. Carefully turning on the gas and placing the steaks on the rack I shut the lid and turn the heat down to low to let them cook slowly. Taking another look at the sun setting wishing that Daddy was here with me at this moment to see it himself I'm brought back to the present by the ringing telephone. Running through the open sliding glass door and through the living room I catch the phone on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Angel? Where were you?" Daddy asks.

Smiling to myself as the deep timber of his voice makes my heart flip flop in my chest.

"I was in the back," I respond.

"Your homework is done then?"

"Yes, Daddy. I finished it as soon as I got home and now I'm cooking dinner."

"Ahhh, and what are we having tonight Love?"

"Steak," I reply simply.

"Mmmmm, good choice. Angel do Daddy a favor please. Turn up the heat slightly on the hot tub. I just heard the news and it's going to be a cool night."

"Sure Daddy. Have you had a rough day?" I ask wondering if this is his reasoning for wanting the water warm enough to relax in.

"No Love it's been fine. I thought you and I might share some time together tonight. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Daddy I would."

"Good, I'll be home shortly," he says as I hear the phone click in my ear.

Setting the dirty plate that I carried the steaks on in the sink I quickly go back outside and adjust the temperature on the hot tub. Wondering if I should take the cover off now I decide I will leave it on to ensure that the water gets warm enough before Daddy gets home. Smelling the steaks in the air I step back over to the grill and open the lid, using the fork to flip them one time before closing the lid again. That being done and knowing I have a few minutes before I need to check them again I walk back into the kitchen and set about taking plates and bowls, silverware, glasses and napkins from the kitchen and setting the table.

Giggling as I strategically place each piece of flatware and silverware in it's proper place, remember how I learned all of this at the age of 10 when Mom had sent me to an obedience class for young girls. Thinking back to that time and how stupid I thought it was to be learning how to set a table and which fork to eat with or even how to sit properly in a chair. Being sure to place the cloth napkin on the right side of the plate with the salad fork and dinner fork atop. Setting the knife on the left side of the plate with the salad bowl just above and the dinner glasses above the forks. Stepping back and admiring my work for a moment before going over to the china cabinet and opening the small middle drawer to retrieve the matches for lighting the candles. Striking the match and the smell of sulfur overpowers the smell of the still cooking steaks for just a moment. Carefully lighting the candles and returning the matches to their proper place before going back outside to check on the steaks.

Opening the grill again and seeing we are coming along well, I sniff deeply. Lifting the juicy steak with the fork to check the underside I do not hear the front door open. Deciding to flip them one more time to finish off the last few minutes of grilling, the hair on my arms tingle and begin to lift. Just before turning to look at what has set me off, Daddy's strong arms come around me and his lips are instantly on my neck. Leaning back into his chest and lifting my chin to accept more of his lips on that spot that always makes me tingle.

"I didn't even hear you come in Daddy," I say through soft sighs.

"That was the point Love. I wanted to surprise you," he says through his continued nibbles on my neck.

His hands drift up from where they had come to rest on my waist and slide further to cup my breasts. I know he can feel my nipples hard against his palms, wondering if he knows it is his attention to my neck that causes them to get that way so quickly. Squeezing and kneading my bra-covered breasts through my shirt he moves to the other side of my neck to give it equal attention.

"The steaks smell wonderful Angel. Did you remember to use the lemon pepper that I like?" he asks.

"Of course I did Daddy," I say as my lashes flutter and I push my chest more into his palms.

Leaning my head back against Daddy's chest as he continues his gentle assault of my neck and his fingers find my hardened nipples through the material of my shirt and bra. Tugging them softly and making me arch more I wonder again how it is possible for him to carry on these simple conversations with me at the same time that he drives me wild with his touches and kisses. Disappointment fills me as he steps back from me and his hands leave my breasts and his lips fall from my neck.

"Careful Angel, you wouldn't want Daddy's dinner to burn now would you?" he teases.

Sighing, "No, Daddy."

"I'm going to go change, I'll be down shortly," he says as he turns and walks back into the house.

Following him only for a moment to retrieve a clean plate from the kitchen before stepping back outside on the deck and to the grill. Taking the steaks off the grill and turning the gas off before walking back in the house and shutting the screen door behind me. Stepping up to the dining room table and placing the much larger, thicker, steak on Daddy's plate at the head of the table before placing my steak on my own plate. Taking the empty plate back into the kitchen and setting it in the sink before opening the refrigerator and grabbing the salad bowl and Italian dressing. Returning to the table and setting the salad bowl in the middle and the dressing closer to Daddy's spot. Walking back into the kitchen and reaching inside the drawer for the potholders I can hear Daddy upstairs moving around his bedroom. Covering my hands with the holders and opening the oven I reach inside and grab the two hot foil covered potatoes. Walking quickly back into the dining room and placing the potatoes on our plates.

Hearing the stairs creek I quickly return to the kitchen and set the potholders on the counter before reaching inside the refrigerator and bringing out Daddy's wine and my iced tea. Walking into the dining room at the same time Daddy walks in from the living room. Smiling as I see he has gotten comfortable in his forest green robe and black leather slippers. Blushing as I wonder to myself if he is wearing his trunks under his robe, I let my eyes drop quickly to his crotch to see if I can tell. His eyes settle on mine as he watches me and I'm sure he knows what I'm doing as I quickly look away. Keeping my eyes down and away I hand him the wine bottle and take my seat at the center of the table to the right of his own.

"Everything looks wonderful Angel," he says as he steps behind my chair and kisses my cheek.

"Thank you Daddy," I say as my cheek blushes further beneath his lips.

Opening the wine bottle as I reach for my tea his hand settles on mine to stop me.

"I think you deserve a bit of a treat tonight. Would you like to have some wine with me?"

"Yes Daddy," I say as excitement slowly builds inside of me.

Remembering the last time I drank wine with Daddy at the restaurant before he took me to the Park that I now consider our Park. Not able to look at that same Park in the same way since the night that we shared there.

Pouring my glass full of the dry white wine before filling his own and taking his seat. Leaning in closer to the table and reaching for his fork we begin our dinner through slow and familiar conversations.

"How is your geometry class going Angel? Mr. Raines treating you any better?" he asks.

"Better Daddy, I stay after school everyday to get some extra help from him."

"Very good Angel, I'm glad to see you taking such initiative to keep your grades up."

My heart swelling with pride I take another bite of my steak, savoring the tangy lemon pepper flavor on my tongue.

"Daddy, I have a question to ask you," I say hesitantly.

"Ask Love," he offers.

"Well, um, Greg wants to take me to the movies Friday night, may I go?"

Sitting back in his chair as he ponders his answer while slowly chewing his latest bite of steak. His arms shifting to rest on the arms of his chair as his back straightens.

"Angel I don't think that is a very good idea, and I'm sure if you thought about it long enough you would agree with me," he answers slowly before leaning forward again and taking another bite of food. His eyes leaving mine as if to show me that this conversation has come to an end.

"But Daddy, I've been very good lately and my grades are not slacking at all, why can't I go?" I question again, not taking the hint from him earlier.

Lifting his eyes from his plate, they pierce into my own and I squirm slightly in my seat.

"Angel I know you are not arguing with me," he says as his fork stops midway to his plate.

"No, Daddy I'm not trying to argue with you but I don't understand why I can't go if I've been so good," I say still pushing the issue.

"Well then let me give you a more clear answer as you seem to need one so badly. First, I do not like Greg. He was lucky I have even allowed him to take you to prom or on other dates. Second, you are mine now, and I remind you that you gave yourself completely and willingly to me. I think I have made that very clear to you before, haven't I?" he pauses for me to answer.

"Yes, Daddy you have," I respond as I drop my head slowly in shame.

"And third Angel, if you want to go to a movie then ask me to take you and I just might."

Slowly twirling my fork through the potato as Daddy leans in to take another bite of his own food, I am ashamed for asking Daddy if I could go with Greg.

"Angel stop playing with your food. If you're finished eating take your plate into the kitchen and get started on the dishes," he says with the touch of annoyance in his voice.

Standing up and placing my silverware on my plate I take my dirty dishes into the kitchen, hearing Daddy's deep intake of breath as I walk out of the dining room, I know I have disappointed him. Rinsing the dishes in the sink before placing them in the dishwasher, I wonder how I could have been so stupid as to ask Daddy that question. Not really wanting to go to the movies with Greg but knowing I would see all my other friends at the mall was my true motivation. No matter that, even if I tried to explain it to Daddy now it would only seem like I was making excuses. Sighing softly as I continue to clean up the dishes and around the kitchen I wonder how I will ever get out of the mess I have gotten myself into.

Walking back into the dining room and beginning to clear the table of the condiments and salad bowl while Daddy continues his meal. He watches me closely but I cannot look at him as I set about finishing my task.

"Are you done Daddy?" I ask softly as I see his clean plate.

"Yes, Angel."

Taking his plate and returning quickly to the kitchen to get away from the very presence of him until I can figure out what to say and how to correct this situation. Finishing the dishes and cleaning off the countertop as Daddy steps around the corner and stands there watching me.

"Angel, I'm going to get in the hot tub, join me when you're finished," he says before he turns away.

Stopping quickly and turning back around he continues, "Oh and Angel, no need for a suit tonight," he finishes as he turns and heads outside.

Stepping around the corner for a moment and watching his backside as he steps out on the deck and closes the door behind him. Seeing the stiff straightness of his spine I know that he is tense now that we have had this misunderstanding. Watching him as he steps over to the hot tub and lifts the cover off, the steam rising up quickly into his face before he steps away and sets the cover aside as neatly as he always does. Smiling to myself as I watch Daddy remain as composed as ever even though it seems we have had a falling out. Wondering about the differences in us, whether it is just the difference between male and female, which makes us react so differently to situations. His anger and frustration in me tightly controlled within him while I hid myself away quickly in the kitchen unable to look him in the eye.

Sighing as I finish drying my hands on the towel and watch Daddy step closer to the hot tub and dip his foot inside testing the temperature. The smile that plays across his lips tells me at least that I've done one thing right at the moment. Hoping that this one small thing will in some way help to ease his disappointment in me for asking such a stupid question earlier. My heart beats more quickly as his strong hands come down to the tie on his terry robe and he opens it. Taking one small step forward to get a better look, I watch him shrug his shoulders from his robe and his body is exposed. The last of the days rays glimmer on his bronze skin and glisten over the dark curls on his chest and my question from earlier is answered. My eyes drift down his body and I see his limp cock resting over his hanging sack before he turns and rests his robe on the bench.

My heart fluttering in my chest I turn and run back through the kitchen and around the other side, coming out in the hallway before racing up the stairs to my bedroom. Quickly stripping myself of my shorts and panties, t-shirt and bra, and sliding into my own pink plush terry cloth robe. Walking out of my bedroom with purpose and going to the hall closet I retrieve two towels as I remember that Daddy hadn't brought any down earlier. Walking back down the stairs, feeling a little better about myself I head down the hall and back into the living room and to the sliding glass door. Stopping for a moment I see Daddy relaxed in the tub, his arms up over the sides, his head back and his eyes closed, his jaw set and his lips tight. I wonder what he is thinking?

The light from the sun now so far off in the distance as the darkness settles down over our back yard. Opening the sliding glass door and stepping out onto the deck, Daddy's head comes up and his eyes meet my own.

"Turn the light on Angel," he says before closing his eyes again and resting his head.

Reaching back inside the door and flipping the one light in the corner of the yard that casts a soft yellow glow over the grass and water. Far enough away not to be bothersome yet close enough to give enough light to see into each others eyes, I know this is his favorite light of all our outside ones. Closing the screen door behind me and walking over to the hot tub I place the towels on the bench next to Daddy's robe and my hands come together at the ties of my own. No longer feeling that nervousness and embarrassment that used to come when I was naked in front of Daddy I open my robe and let it slide from my shoulders. Watching him now I see that he has not even opened his eyes and I wonder if he knows that I am undressing. Setting my robe on the bench I return to the tub and slip my foot inside the soothing warm water and coming to rest on the bench inside the tub. Stepping down and adding my second foot to the water, I again notice that Daddy has not opened his eyes. Stepping off the bench and further into the tub, the water coming up to above the tips of my nipples I walk across the tub and sit on the bench opposite of Daddy. Still I wonder because he has not opened his eyes. Sitting back comfortably and enjoying the warm water I too close my eyes and lean my head back.