Daddy held his Princess to his chest while one tear slid off his cheek and onto the sheet, and the other rolled down his chin and splashed into her silky, glossy black hair. His cock was raw from the incredible lapdance she had given him, still tingling with delight, oversensitized from nearly a half hour of the most wondrous, incredible, torturous sexual experience of his life, but the lack of orgasm meant it served to swell his balls even more. He glanced down to have a look at them, but Princess' breathtaking naked form blocked his vision.

He found himself distracted by her beauty, so tiny, peaceful in her deep sleep. His love for her was of a depth that few men would ever know, that of a father and a lover. No, more than just a lover! He felt undeserving of someone so lovely, and that made him deeply devoted to her. It also explained why he put up with her relentless teasing.

It was part of the reason, at any rate. Another facet was the intensity of his orgasms when they finally were granted. He smiled, despite the pounding ache in his testicles, as he remembered the last incredible explosion, ten, fifteen huge spurts of his semen deep inside her impossibly tight little butt as she rode him like mad, bouncing and wiggling as her core muscles milked him in sequence, seeming to roll up the entire length of his shaft. He realized reliving that exquisite orgasm was adding to his fevered arousal, but it was just much too delightful to push out of his mind yet. He could still feel her fingertips massaging, seeking to drain his balls completely, emptying them to add to the euphoria of that wonderful release.

His rare orgasms were by far the most phenomenal sensations of his life, and made the pain of the rest of the time, the time Princess spent teasing him, much more bearable. He kissed the top of her head, and she sighed in her sleep, clinging tighter to him, her perfect miniature body molded to his from long practice. She was completely safe in his arms, and it never occurred to her to doubt that fact. He stroked her softly, whispering words of love, and tried to sleep as well.

He couldn't manage to fall asleep, though, he was too aroused. His hands seemed to move of their own accord, still lightly rubbing the impeccably soft skin he spent so much time pampering with the expensive lotions she had him use on her. His desire was unwavering, all-consuming. His hands traveled down her back, over her bottom, and along her thighs. His tortured cock leaked precum into a puddle on his belly; he could feel the all too familiar pool forming there, so close to her body as she slumbered contentedly. Whether his eyes were open or closed, her image never left his mind.

When she awakened, she looked up at him and smiled. "Did that feel good, Daddy?"

"You tell me!", he answered, bringing one of her dainty hands to his balls. Her eyes and smile widened together as she felt his increased swelling, and of course she had only barely begun the day's teasing.

"Time for my bath, Daddy!", she told him, knowing how soaping up her slender body made him even more amorous. She wrapped her arms around his neck and had him carry her to the bathroom to start the water running, then down to the laundry room to heat her luxurious towels in the dryer; only the finest of fabrics ever touched her flawless skin. Her body was so smooth, it almost looked airbrushed. She peppered his face with the lightest of kisses, trying to comfort him, reassure him of her love, despite the torment she was making him endure. Back they went, Princess still wrapped in Daddy's loving arms, returning to the filling tub.

She let Daddy put her into the half filled Jacuzzi tub of steamy water. She added the lilac bath beads, the sweet, delicate scent quickly filling the big master bathroom. She reached for her Daddy's cock and slowly stroked him, in that maddening rhythm she used to keep him just on the wrong side of exploding. As Daddy periodically got too close to squirting and began to pump his hips involuntarily, her hand went motionless on his cock, denying him again and again.

Daddy was used to this treatment, and didn't let it stop him from lathering his priceless little girl lovingly and thoroughly with the expensive bath soap. The rich suds and multiple moisturizers were among the things that kept her skin so perfect, so eminently touchable. He washed her shoulders, her flat chest, spending extra time on her nipples, like he always did. Her nipples were big and prominent, thanks to the attention he lavished on them every day. Princess cooed with delight as he sucked them for hours some nights, frustrating himself while she stroked his hair.

Daddy toyed with her bellybutton piercing, the glittering diamond in her navel that was reminiscent of her gypsy heritage, and she giggled, the sound like melodious bells chiming. He thrilled to that sound, like he always did, pleasing his beautiful lover was one of his greatest joys. Princess took his hand and stood back up in the tub, so Daddy could wash her legs, her bare, silky mound so enticing. Daddy kneeled outside the tub to be able to reach better, and gently began washing her there, using just his fingertips. Her hips rocked with the motion of his hands, and she moaned softly. Her pussy was becoming more and more sensitive in recent weeks, Daddy's touch there felt so good now!

With a longing last touch of her still virgin pussy, he moved down her thighs. Daddy loved her slender, shapely dancer's legs, and caressed the lather into them with trembling hands, making her smile at his evident desire. His eyes closed, and he luxuriated in the feel of her legs. He molded them in his soapy hands, familiar with every curve of them, every nuance of the toned, sleek muscles under the tanned skin. Down to her tiny feet his hands traveled, she held each foot up for him, holding onto his shoulders for balance. She didn't really need help keeping her balance, of course, her natural grace and her dancing expertise gave her perfect body control, but both of them enjoyed touching each other.

Daddy involuntarily leaned up into Princess' hands a bit, he always moved towards her touch when he could. He was back in the fevered state she preferred him, and then came his favorite part of her daily bath ritual. She beckoned him into the Jacuzzi and began soaping his cock up, making the lather as thick and copious as she could. At the same time, Daddy's big hands were soaping up the rounded cheeks of her bottom. Soon, Princess guided her Daddy to his knees, and slowly bent over in front of him, looking over her shoulder into his eyes as she playfully wiggled her hips back and forth.

Daddy aligned himself, and spread her cheeks slightly, sliding his soapy, throbbing cock along the crevice. He was not entering her, but the sensation was powerful and intense nonetheless. His cock did the job of washing her there, and she would sometimes grind back against him to increase her own pleasure, and her Daddy's frustration. "Faster, Daddy", she told him, and he doubled his pace. Just when he was about to fire out his long-denied load, she pulled away from him.

"Not today, Daddy!", she told him, saying those words he hated to hear. She smiled as he moaned at the loss of contact, and she reached up for the showerhead and handed it to him. He tested the temperature on his arm, adjusted it, and feathered the spray over her body, rinsing her. He moaned again as her body was uncovered by the disappearing suds.

Daddy took out the face soap, rich in moisturizers. He worked it into a thick lather, and soaped her face up with the lightest of strokes, careful of her eyes, nose, and mouth. The white suds always made him think of spraying her face with a giant load of semen, there was very little indeed about his time with her that didn't add to his arousal. He rinsed her face off, and she handed him the shampoo, bending forward and stroking him once more as he wet her hair. She took him in her steamy mouth and suckled softly on his cockhead, feeding off his precum once more, as he lathered her thick, raven hair lovingly. He checked for split ends and found none; the new conditioner seemed to be working. It's possible he missed them, of course, as his sex-crazed state made it so difficult for him to concentrate fully.

He moved on to conditioning her hair. He read the directions again as she pulled off his cockhead, sated on precum for the time being. Shaking his head, he followed the instructions precisely, using slow circles of his fingertips, a scalp massage the latest of Princess' daily pleasures. She sighed, looking up at her Daddy, knowing his devotion was total. Her arms went around his waist, and she leaned against him, her eyes closing. Daddy's twitching cock was pressed to her belly, a comforting feeling for her, as he finished his task. He rinsed her off once more, and her bath was complete.

Daddy dried himself off, even the feel of the towel brushing along his cockhead made him moan now. Princess was being especially merciless in her teasing today! He went and retrieved her warm towels from the dryer, and held the large bath towel open for her as she exited the tub and came to him. He wrapped her lovingly, and towel dried her hair for her. He then returned to the tub to clean himself, as Princes styled her hair.