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Instead, he needed to get creative. The anal beads were one step toward that goal. Distraction. Based on the way she accepted the thermometer, his finger, and the toy into her bottom, he wouldn’t be surprised if he could coax her to come from very little other contact.
“You may stand now, Little one,” he said as he slid a hand around her waist to help her.
He turned her in his arms and tipped her face back with a finger under her chin. “How does that feel, Baby girl?” He set his other hand on her bottom to turn the loop in another circle.
“Weird,” she murmured, clenching her bottom.
He bent to kiss her lips before taking her hand and leading her into the kitchen. The sun was going down, bathing the room in nothing but the soft light coming in through the back windows and the door.
Hayes guided her toward the glass door, angled her so she was facing out, and lifted her hands to set them on the cool surface above her head. He stood behind her with his hands on her hips. “The view is amazing, isn’t it, Little one?”
“Breathtaking, Daddy,” she whispered. She looked all around, probably making sure no one was staring back at her, seeing her naked body.
Hayes smoothed his hands up to cup her breasts, weighing the perfect globes in his palms before thumbing her nipples.
His Little girl’s breath hitched, and she rose onto her toes.
Hayes stepped closer, pressing his front against her back, nudging one leg between hers so that the rubber loop restedagainst his thigh. Maintaining one hand around her breast, he lowered the other down her tummy until he found her clit with his middle finger.
She moaned as he stroked the swollen nub. “Daddy…” The one word was breathy. She was horny, but she wasn’t out of her head from the scent of her own arousal.
Hayes slid his finger lower and pushed it up inside her soaked pussy, glancing up to see her fingers gripping the glass as if she could use the window to hold on.
When he pulled his finger out of her, more of her essence escaped to run down her thighs. He brought his soaked finger up to her mouth and tapped her lips. “Taste yourself, Little one.”
She flicked his finger with her tongue.
He watched closely, needed to see her reaction. Nothing unusual happened, so he continued, “Open for Daddy, Rylee. Suck your juices off my finger.”
A soft purr left her lips as she obeyed him, parting her lips and allowing him to enter her mouth with his pointer.
“Good girl. Lick it clean, Rylee.”
She moaned as she sucked, and damn but the visual made his cock so fucking hard. He needed to control himself. It wouldn’t help his point at all if he came in the kitchen.
She was growing warmer. Her legs were shaking. He needed to end this experiment and put her out of her misery. She needed to be fed again, and then she would nap in his arms.
But first… He removed his finger with a soft pop. “Such a good girl,” he repeated. He lowered his hand back down between her legs, thrust his finger into her as deeply as possible, and ground his palm against her clit. “Come, Rylee,” he ordered.
She came for him, her orgasm so powerful that he had to hold her up with his thigh. He released her breast and used that arm to wrap around her middle, not removing his digit from inside her pussy until she was fully sated and limp.
Bending slightly, he lifted his girl into his arms and cradled her against his chest. She was the most precious Little girl in the world.
Chapter Eight
Rylee’s body went completely limp as her Daddy lifted her into his arms. He kissed all over her face as he turned away from the window. Her labored breathing slowly calmed as he moved around the kitchen.
She couldn’t find the energy to open her eyes, but she suspected he was fixing her another bottle. Frankly, she was glad. She was thirsty and hungry, and the last thing she wanted to do was go to the trouble to chew or even try to explain what few foods she didn’t mind eating.
Rylee blinked a few times when she felt herself being lowered onto a soft surface, realizing he was laying her on the couch. She couldn’t keep from whimpering as he rolled her to her side so she was facing the cushions.
“I’m going to take the beads out, Little one, so I can take your temperature again.”
Hadn’t he just done so only a few minutes ago? She didn’t argue, though. It didn’t seem prudent. She got the feeling Hayes was not the sort of man who would be prone to anger, but now wasn’t the time to test that theory. There was no need. He’d done nothing but make her feel like the most precious being onEarth. Why would she be argumentative over his need to take her temperature?
Because it’s weird and invasive, she reminded herself. But the truth was she kind of liked how it felt when he touched her so intimately. It made her feel closer to him.
He held her steady with a hand on her hip, parting her bottom for his inspection for what seemed like the tenth time.