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Daddy pulled a strap across her tummy and cinched it tight, restraining her further. “Can you keep your legs open wide for me, Little doll? Or would you prefer I restrain your thighs, too?”

She futilely licked her lips again. “I’ll keep them open, Daddy,” she whispered. Her mind was a jumbled mess. Every time she tried to focus on a thought, it fled just as quick. All she could concentrate on was the growing sensation of need between her legs and the way her nipples were pebbled and achy.

She flinched when she heard the squirt of shaving cream and moaned as her Daddy spread it around her private parts.

“Stay very still, Little doll. I will reward you afterward.”

Reward her with what? She wanted to know, and the only way to find out would be to obey his directive. She barely moved or breathed as he carefully dragged a razor over her mons and between her legs. Over and over until she thought she might self-combust.

Finally, he was done, and he carefully wiped her skin with a wet cloth before trailing his fingers all over the now-nude flesh.

“So pink and pretty.” He leaned over and planted a kiss on her sex.

Suzette whimpered as he lingered, nuzzling her folds. When his tongue slid along the edge, she cried out. And then her eyes shot wide, searching for him when he stopped touching her.

He opened a drawer on the side of the table and pulled something out. “I need you to be a good girl for me while I takeyour temperature.” The rod he held up looked nothing like any thermometer she’d ever used.

She watched as he opened a tub and dipped the rod into it. It came away glistening. “What is that, Daddy?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“Lubricant, Little one.” He set his free hand on her pelvis and held her steady. “It will make it easier for the thermometer to slide into your bottom.”

She somehow managed to lift her butt off the table. “No, Daddy.”

He held her down tighter.

She drew her knees together as far as she could, trapping his hand between her legs.

He lifted his gaze to hers. “Look at Daddy, Little one.” His voice was calm.

She met his gaze, assuming her eyes were crazed with so many feelings bombarding her. Her lip quivered. “Can’t you use a regular thermometer in my mouth, Daddy?”

“No, Little doll. I’ll need to check your temperature in your bottom often throughout your life. The rectal thermometer is more accurate. It will help me know not only if you’re sick but when you’re ready to transition the first time and later when you’re fertile. You’ll learn to accept my intimate care. You’ll even learn to crave it.”

She shook her head. She was mortified by the idea of her mate touching herthere.

“Do I need to spank your naughty bottom first?” he asked as if he were asking her if she wanted catsup with her fries.

“No, Daddy.” She shook her head.

“Do you think there’s any chance you can convince me to change my mind?”

She swallowed and finally shook her head again, slower this time. “No, Sir.”

He waited patiently for her to finally open her thighs again, and she tipped her head back and arched her chest the scant inch she had available to her the moment the rod touched her forbidden hole.

Her legs shook as he eased it into her. It felt like he pushed it in two feet deep, and the stretch was shocking. It didn’t hurt, though.

“That’s my girl. See? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No, Sir,” she whispered. That didn’t have to be the only reason to justify putting something in her bottom, though. She pouted.

After a few minutes, her Daddy eased the thermometer in and out several times. “Don’t fight it, Little doll. Let it feel good. No part of you will ever be off limits to Daddy. You’ll crave my touch no matter where it lands.”

She pursed her lips again and faced the wall. She didn’t want to admit he was right. She was relaxing under his care. The rod didn’t feel so bad. It was stirring up strange feelings she wasn’t accustomed to.

Finally, he removed it. He held it up and looked at the reading before cleaning it and putting it away. Hopefully forever. Maybe she could sneak in here and hide it so he couldn’t use it on her again.

She flinched when he opened another container and shook an enormous pill out into his hand. Too big to swallow.