Page 11 of Layla's Daddy
I twist my head away and roll to face the other side of the bed, not because I don’t want the pacifier but because I’m feeling naughty. I’m not usually like this. I mean when I’m at the Dungeon I set up intentional scenes where I misbehave with my friends. I’ve never had my own Daddy, and I’ve never been in a situation outside my home where I was actually in my Little space. Not pretending.
I can’t imagine what’s gotten into me. Why would I push Theo’s buttons? He’s being so nice to me. He’s taken me into his home so he can care for me while I have a concussion. I should be grateful. Iamgrateful. But I’m also in Little space, and my Little is controlling me.
Theo chuckles.Chuckles! “I think my Little girl has a naughty side, and she’s exploring it.” He rubs my hip. “Have you ever had a Daddy before, Layla?”
I shake my head.
“What about a club? Do you belong to a fetish club where you can be Little?”
I nod.
“I bet you go to the Dungeon where Noah and Amelia are members, yeah?”
I nod again, but my head… Owie. I really need that medicine. Why can’t it be a liquid?
“Do you let Daddy Doms spank you when you’re at the club?”
“Yes, Sir,” I mumble because it hurts too much to keep nodding.
He keeps rubbing my hip, which I really love. “I bet you like getting your bottom spanked. It helps you purge icky feelings, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir,” I admit softly.
“I can’t spank you right now, Little one. Not with a concussion and all these booboos. You’ll have to wait until you’re all healed before Daddy can spank you. How about if you be a good girl for now. Take your paci and let Daddy put this medicine in your bottom. I promise you’ll feel much better. Then you can take another nap while Daddy gets lunch ready. Yeah?”
I whimper. I don’t want him to see or touch my bottom. Bottoms are icky. But I do want to feel better, and I doubt I could manage to put the medicine in myself. Plus I don’t want to.
He keeps rubbing me, his hand calming me as he smooths it up and down my leg. “I know it’s hard to submit to someone so deeply, especially when we’ve just met, but I also know you’re the sweetest Little girl I’ve ever met, and my heart knows you’re mine. That means I will have intimate contact with your body for the rest of our lives, including your bottom.” He slides his hand down to pat my butt cheeks.
I sigh. I’m not going to get out of this. “Fine,” I grumble. “But it’s gross.”
He chuckles. “No part of you is gross, Little one. I’ll even wear a glove and use lube to make it more comfortable. How’s that sound?”
“Gross,” I repeat.
I love his chuckle. It warms my heart. The bed lifts as he stands. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”
The entire time he’s gone, I wonder if I could be the sort of Little who is so naughty she does the exact opposite of what she’s told just to get a rise out of her Daddy.
I don’t move this time, though. I can’t. It hurts too much.
Theo is back moments later. He leans over me to tap my lips again with the pacifier.
This time I accept it and hum around the nipple as I suck.
He rolls me gently forward and lifts the covers away from my lower half.
I whimper when he pushes the T-shirt up, exposing my bottom. I clench my butt and squeeze my eyes shut when he sets a hand on my cheeks and pulls them apart.
He holds me steady as he strokes my rosebud with cool lube. “I’m going to put the medicine inside you now, Little one. Deep breath.”
Instead I hold my breath and stiffen as he pushes the monster pill up into me with one finger. It feels strange, but it doesn’t hurt. It’s just that I’ve never had anyone touch me there.
How long is his finger, anyway? It feels like he’s pushed in ten inches, and why doesn’t he take it back out? Instead of pulling out, he gently strokes inside my rectum.
I suck harder, clench my cheeks, and whimper.
He holds me in place with one hand and continues fingering me with the other. “You’re doing great, Layla. Just a few more minutes. I want the medicine to dissolve so your body has a chance to absorb it. I wouldn’t want my naughty girl to push it back out.”