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“Are you okay?”

“I’m not sure. I think I died. On the one hand, I feel so exhausted I don’t think I can lift a single limb. On the other hand, I want to do it again.”

He chuckled. “Everything you’re feeling is the same for me.”

When he eased out of her, she whimpered and pushed her bottom lip out. “Why’d you do that?”

He kissed her briefly. “I need to clean you up and take your temperature. Don’t move, Little rebel. I mean it. Not an inch.” He rose over her on his hands and knees, watching her face, waiting to make sure she would comply.

She grabbed his hips. “I don’t want to be clean. Stay with me.”

He bent at the elbows to kiss her again because he couldn’t resist her lips. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you dirty again.” He rose to stand beside the bed. “Stay just like that with your legs spread open and your flushed chest rising and falling. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

She sighed dramatically. “Fine.”

Chapter Eleven

Olivia couldn’t catch her breath. Her brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders, either. The room was spinning. She didn’t dare move. Mostly because she secretly liked Damon’s bossy side.

Under ordinary circumstances, his demands made her horny, but she couldn’t actually get more aroused than she was right now. Even though they’d just consummated their mating, she wanted to do it again. If it was possible, the urge to repeat that performance was even stronger than it had been the first time.

“Good girl,” he praised as he returned to the side of the bed. “I don’t trust that sassy rebellious streak in you,” he joked. “I’m never quite sure if you’ll obey me or not.”

She liked that he was teasing her. She also liked that he obviously wouldn’t mind if she disregarded his rules. He would undoubtedly spank her when she disobeyed him, but was that really a bad thing?

Daddy parted her knees wider and carefully wiped her with a warm damp cloth. “Are you sore, Baby girl?”

“I don’t think so,” she answered honestly. “Why do I feel like we need to do it again? Immediately?”

He chuckled. “That’s normal, and we will. In a few minutes.”

She smiled. “Good. How about now?” She reached for him.

He ignored her outstretched arms and gently rolled her to her side. A moment later, he lifted her top leg several inches, bent it, and settled it on top of a pillow.

“What are you doing, Daddy?” she asked, leery.

He set a hand on her hip, applying just enough pressure to keep her from squirming. “I need to take your temperature, Baby girl.”

Something cold and slippery touched her bottom—specifically her forbidden hole. She clenched her cheeks together and twisted her head to face him even though she couldn’t see anything but the outline of his body. “Daddy?” Her voice rose with her panic.

“The thermometer needs to go in your bottom, Baby girl. Hold still for me.” The tip of the device pressed against her tight opening.

She squirmed hard, trying to free herself while her face heated from the mortification. “No, Daddy.” Her voice sounded high-pitched and desperate even to her own ears.

Daddy gripped her hip firmer, parted her cheeks to expose her rosette to his view, and slid the glass rod into her bottom.

She grabbed at the sheets with her hand, trying to get a grip so she could pull herself away from him. “Daddy, stop. I don’t like it.” The rod felt enormous.

Daddy turned it a few times and pushed it in deeper. “Relax, Baby girl. Daddy will need to take your temperature several times in the night. It’s how I’ll know that you’re getting closer to your first shift.”

“Why?” she squealed. “Can’t I just shift. I don’t want that in my bottom.”

He pulled it out a tiny bit and then went deeper. “Daddy will be intimate with every inch of you, Little rebel. Inside and out. Even your bottom. You already know that.”

She shook her head back and forth, unable to get him to stop. Her heart raced. And, and…and her pussy throbbed. The next time he eased the rod deeper, a rush of wetness escaped her, and her breath hitched.

Damon set a knee on the bed and climbed up next to her. He leaned over to kiss her shoulder before inhaling deeply. “Don’t lie to Daddy.”