Page 20 of Scythe (Devil Daddies MC #2)

T he afternoon sun shone weakly through the windows, leaving shadows here and there as she sleepily glanced around the nursery. She’d tossed off the covers at some point because the room was warm. Scythe must have turned up the heat.

She turned to roll out of her crib, but the railing was up. Winnie rattled it. It didn’t budge. Rising to her knees, she examined the railing and tried to figure out how it lowered. There must be a latch somewhere she couldn’t reach.

“Daddy?” she called, looking toward the door. “Oh! You’re here.”

Scythe lounged against one side of the door frame. “I heard you wake up. You slept well.”

She rubbed her eyes. “I guess so. This is stuck.”

“Nope. It’s doing its job to prevent a Little girl from falling out of bed.” He did something to unlock the railing and slid it down out of the way.

“But…. You don’t have to put that up. I won’t tumble out….” Winnie leaned too far over as she dramatized her point and saw the ground coming up toward her.

“Gotcha.” Scythe caught her with an arm around her waist and set Winnie safely on her feet. “The railing will go up when you’re in your crib.”

Winnie shrugged. She couldn’t argue with him now. When his gaze strayed to her face as she moved, Winnie remembered she was only wearing the special panties. “I need some clothes, Daddy.”

“It’s plenty warm in here, Little girl. You need to get used to being just in your skin. I’ll let you wear these for the rest of the day,” he said, patting her padded bottom.

Before she could think of something to counter that declaration with, he took her hand and led her to the bathroom across the hall. Once inside, he left the door open and pulled her underwear down. She collapsed to the toilet and, to her embarrassment, immediately tinkled.

“You don’t have to stay with me,” Winnie assured him.

“Chipmunk, I’ve already seen you pee. There are no secrets between a Little girl and her Daddy.” He grabbed a few squares of toilet paper and tugged Winnie to her feet. Bending her over, he efficiently wiped her while she tried to figure out if she was turned on or horrified.

His hand lingered on her bottom. “You’re warm. Do you feel okay?”

“I’m fine, Daddy.” She reached down to tug up her underwear, but Scythe brushed her hands away and scooped her up in his arms.

When he returned to the nursery and stretched her out on her side on the changing table facing the wall, she suspected she was in trouble.

Winnie tried to turn over, but Scythe held her firmly in place as he drew a wide strap over her ribcage and attached it snuggly.

He hooked another restraint around her calves and tethered them bent against the back edge of the padding.

When she tried to unfasten the closest strap, he swatted her butt hard. “You are fine, Little girl. I won’t hurt you. I am going to check to see if you’re sick. Do you need me to tie your hands to keep you from getting into trouble?”

She nodded without thinking.

“Good girl.” Scythe didn’t ask any more questions.

“I’m kidding, Scythe. You don’t need to do that.”

“Daddy,” he said, wrapping an inch-wide strap around her hands and securing them above her head.

“Really, Daddy.”

“Pick a safe word, Chipmunk.”

“A safe word?” she asked as he opened the drawer below her and pulled out a large tube.

“Yes. Something that you’ll remember but wouldn’t normally say. Red always works.”

“Red.” She seized on that idea.

“Good girl. I’m going to take your temperature. Little girls have their temperatures checked rectally. That’s the most accurate way.” He unscrewed the lid and set it behind her.

“In my bottom?” she repeated, staring at the thick ointment he squeezed onto his fingertip.

“This may be a bit cool. It will warm up quickly.”

She squealed as he lifted her top buttock and dabbed the mixture on the tight ring of muscles he’d revealed. He held her firmly in place as he pressed his finger inside.

“Relax your muscles, Chipmunk. You are very narrow, but I won’t hurt you. Daddy needs to start plugging this cute bottom, so you’ll be ready to enjoy my cock here.”

“No, Daddy.” She shook her head rapidly to dissuade him of that idea.

What would lovemaking there would feel like?

She clenched her thighs together as her body responded to his electrifying caresses.

He didn’t seem convinced as he concentrated on her bottom, moving his finger in and out to spread the lubricant everywhere.

The sensations overwhelmed her. Her juices welled from inside her, responding to his treatment. Could he tell she was aroused? She hovered between completely embarrassed and so turned on as he touched her in this forbidden spot.

Scythe’s finger pressed deep inside her and paused. Winnie glanced back at him. Hunger etched his face. It released something inside her. She didn’t need to pretend with this man. He got her.

“I’ll pay attention to every inch of your precious body, Winnie. We’re both going to enjoy it.”

She nodded before she realized what she was doing and then rushed to say, “Daddy, I’ve never….”

“You will now. Daddy won’t let you hide from all the things you desire. Do you know why?”

“Why?” she whispered.

“Because you are the bravest Little girl I’ve ever met.” His finger stroked in and out of her. “Can you tell Daddy you’d like him to explore your bottom?”

His gaze wouldn’t allow her to look away or hide. Winnie swallowed hard and whispered, “Yes.”

“Use your words, Chipmunk. What do you want to say?”

“I—I like.” Her voice broke, and she cleared her throat. “I like you touching me there.”

“You like me touching your bottom?” he asked, sliding his finger out of her bottom and squeezing more lubricant onto the tip.

She understood he was going to make her say the whole thing. Her cheeks flamed as she gathered her courage to bare everything to him. “I like you touching my bottom, Daddy.”

That thick finger glided back into her as a reward on a flood of slickness. She could hear it crackle as he moved his digit in and out. “That’s my good girl. I think that deserves a reward.”

He reached for something else in the drawer and pulled out a thin wand vibrator. Raising it to his mouth, he gripped the flat end with his teeth and twisted the wand to turn on. She shivered at the sound of the vibration as his finger continued to tantalize her.

“I’m going to press this to your pretty clit, and you’re going to come hard for Daddy, aren’t you?”

She nodded eagerly, and then when he tilted his head, signaling to her that wasn’t quite enough, she blurted, “I’m going to come hard for you, Daddy.” Winnie’s cheeks didn’t heat this time. She was too turned on to be embarrassed.

“I can’t wait to watch you fall apart.”

With her thighs bound together, he slid the wand through her pink folds. He observed her closely to judge when he had it in the correct place. When the vibration brushed over her clit, she gasped and immediately orgasmed. She shook from the intensity of her pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful when you come, Winnie.”

Scythe slid the wand away just before it became too much, and Winnie melted onto the padded surface as she tried to regain her breath. His finger slid from her bottom as well, brushing across the nerve-sensitive opening. She shuddered as the pleasure rebounded.

“You’re fine, Chipmunk. Daddy’s preparing you.”

She nodded and closed her eyes. Winnie zoned out for a few seconds before she heard him rustling around behind her.

Then the cold tip of something pressing into her warm bottom jolted her.

It was thick and filled her tight passage.

Winnie tried to clench her muscles to keep it out, but he’d prepared her with so much lubricant she couldn’t stop it.

“Daddy, no!” she pleaded, peeking over her shoulder.

“This thermometer will go in your bottom frequently, Little girl.”

“It’s cold,” she whined.

“It will warm up,” he promised.

She didn’t want to admit he was right, but Winnie was reassured that he wouldn’t lie. He always told her the truth. She liked relying on him.

“How’s your tummy, Winnie?”

“It feels funny now.”

“Daddy will give you some medicine to see if that helps.”

“I don’t need anything,” she promised.

“Daddy is in charge. When do you start your period, Chipmunk?”

Winnie would have struggled to share such intimate information with him but having him take care of her like this made it seem normal. “Next week.”

“We’ll put that on our calendar so Daddy can help you keep track. Are you interested in being on birth control? I’ll always protect you, Winnie, but if you are concerned, Razor can prescribe some medicine for you.”

“Maybe that’s a good idea. Can that come out yet?” she pleaded. Winnie wasn’t falling for his distractions.

“Two more minutes.”

She snorted softly.

“Be good, Chipmunk.”

Winnie wrinkled her nose and didn’t look at him.

When the thick tube finally slid from her bottom, she immediately struggled to get up.

He couldn’t keep her there now. The sting from a firm smack to her butt convinced her he could.

She froze in place as he cleaned up the thermometer and put it away.

More rustling happened from the drawer below her. Winnie peeked over her shoulder to see him open a jar and pull out two, thick, bullet-shaped items. “What’s that?”

“Medicine,” he told her. “This will help your tummy.”

“I can’t swallow those,” she protested.

“That’s not a problem. These go into you where they’ll work immediately to soothe you.”

“Daddy, no,” Winnie wailed as she clenched her thighs together. Her skin felt coated with her slick juices. She tried to hide her reaction to his words. Having someone care for her so completely was scary but totally arousing.

“Try to relax, Chipmunk.”

He rubbed her buttocks until she forced herself to stop squeezing so hard. The anticipation of his treatment became more daunting than just allowing him to finish. “That’s my girl.”

Scythe separated her buttocks and inserted the first one against her tight opening. He pushed it as deep as his finger would go. Again, the thick lubricant nullified any of her efforts to stop him. He slid the second into place, nudging the first even deeper.

The intruders filled her tight passage, reminding her constantly of their presence. The thought popped into her mind to push them out, but she had the feeling that would be a very bad idea. Especially while he was watching.

“Can I get up, Daddy?”

“Yes, Little girl, as soon as I get a diaper on you to make sure you don’t have an accident.”

He released the restraints and quickly wrapped her in the padded garment. “Let’s get you down to play.”

“Can I have a top, Daddy? I’m cold.”

“No clothes for the rest of the day, remember? Let’s get some warm socks on you, and you can cuddle with your blankie. Those will help keep you warm.”

In a few minutes, Winnie settled at the small table to work on a colorful puzzle. She smiled as her Daddy sat with her. “Help me with the pink pieces, Daddy?”

“Let me find all I can, Chipmunk, before I need to go work on dinner.”

“I like mac and cheese,” she shared.

“I do too. Thank you, Little girl, for telling me what sounds good.”

He plucked a pale pink piece from the jumble in front of them. “Is that the color you’re looking for?”

“That’s perfect, Daddy.” She shifted on her padded bottom. The thick lubricant still coating her intimate area made her buttocks slide against each other. The intruders inside didn’t seem so distracting. She didn’t have any trouble ignoring them as she concentrated on fitting the puzzle together.