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I’m clutching my head, but I cover my face with my hands. I don’t like this. I want him to stop. When will he take it out?

Something shifts inside me. I want to continue insisting that I don’t want anything in my bottom, but I’m growing used to theodd sensation, and I… Oh, God… My pussy is wet. I’m not even wearing panties. Theo is making me horny with his finger in my bottom. This can’t be happening.

“Such a good girl. Almost done.”

Those words… They make me even more aroused. Can he tell? I hope he can’t tell. I’m so embarrassed.

“See? Not so bad after all,” he says. “Lots of Little girls like to have their bottoms penetrated. Most of them also like to argue they do not, but secretly they enjoy it.”

I shake my head. I do not want him to think I like this. It’s too icky. I never want to do it again.

“Almost done, Little one…” He strokes the inside of my bottom over and over.

Am I panting? I try to hold my breath to keep from doing so. How mortifying.

Finally he eases his finger out and pulls the covers back over me.

I blow out a relieved breath, but I’m definitely winded.

Theo moves around behind me. I assume he’s removing the glove and cleaning up. “You should start to feel better in about ten minutes, Little one. I’ll give you another dose every four hours until your head stops hurting.”

My breath hitches. I moan against the pillow. What fresh hell have I gotten into?

Chapter Six

I must have dozed off because the next thing I know Theo is sitting next to me again. He’s rubbing my shoulder. “How are you feeling, Layla?”

I roll to my back, blink, and pull the pacifier out. The light doesn’t hurt as bad anymore. There’s a dull throb in my head, but it’s not as debilitating. It’s more bearable than before.

Theo smiles. “There’s my girl. The pain is better?”

“Yes, Sir.” I look closely at him. I really haven’t had a chance to explore his features. He’s the handsomest man ever. I love the way he smiles at me. That’s the best part.

I don’t want him to put his finger inside my bottom again, though, so I say, “I won’t need more medicine. I’m all better now.”

He chuckles, his body shaking. “Naughty girl. Lying to Daddy will get you in a heap of trouble.” He lifts a brow.

My face heats as I lower my gaze.

“Do you think you can get up and come have some chicken noodle soup at the table? If not, I can either bring it up here and feed you or I could fix you another bottle.”

The bottle was yummy, and having Theo feed it to me was even better, but I don’t want to be such a big baby and suggest that again.

“How about if I carry you downstairs for some soup, and then if you’re still hungry, I’ll rock you, and you can take some more formula?”

I swallow. That sounds like heaven. Maybe I did die. Except my head is still pulsing, and I don’t think I should be in pain if I’m in heaven. “Okay,” I murmur.

Theo slides his hand behind my head and helps me sit up. When he pulls the covers back, I reach for the hem of the shirt to tug it down. It’s not covering my pussy.

When he scoops me up to cradle me in his arms, I struggle. “I can walk, Theo.”

“Not today, Little one. I don’t want you to get dizzy and fall on the stairs.” He nods toward the bathroom. “Do you need to go potty first?”

My cheeks heat further as I nod.

He carries me into the bathroom and straight over to the toilet where he sets me down directly on the potty.

I gasp, feeling exposed as he squats in front of me, keeping his hands on my hips. “Can you wait outside?” I ask.