“As I noted earlier, you haven’t had a bowel movement the entire time you’ve been with me. I’m giving you a suppository to help things along. If this doesn’t work, then you’ll need an enema.”
“No!” As always, I’m strapped to the table, so I can barely move around, but I fight against his hold as best I can despite the restraints. “You can’t do that!”
“I’m your Daddy, Camilla. I can, and will, do whatever it takes to keep you healthy.”
“No! Let me go, you big bully!”
But all my fighting and screaming is for nothing because all too soon something presses against my bottom hole. A sob rises in my throat, but I force it back, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry over a stupid suppository.
The pill pushes past that initial resistance at my entrance, sliding deep inside me. To my horror, Donovan doesn't remove his finger from my bottom, rather choosing to keep it there while the suppository melts. I don’t want to enjoy this full feeling, and I definitely don’t want to enjoy knowing he has such access to all my most intimate parts. And yet, there is an undeniable pull low in my belly that tells me my body has yet again betrayed me.
“There we go.” His voice drops to a low, soothing tone as he smiles down at me. “All that fuss for nothing. Don’t we feel a little silly now?”
“No, we do not. We feel like you’re a?—”
“Careful, little one.” Gone is the sweet, almost cooing tone from a moment ago. Steel enters his voice and his expression turns hard. “You don’t want Daddy to have to punish you before we leave, do you?”
I don’t, but it might be worth it just to be able to call him an asshole to his face.
It’s the rest of his warning that distracts me, however. “Leave? Where are we going?”
“School. Mr. Stone was able to get you a place at the preschool the other Littles attend. Wasn’t that nice of him?”
“The other Littles? Like Victoria and Juliet and the others?”
“Yes.”
Anxiety wraps around my stomach, twisting it into knots. “Don’t wanna go.”
“What’s wrong, sunshine? Don’t you want to see your friends?”
It’s the concern in his voice as much as the question itself that has my eyes filling with tears. “They're not my friends. I don’t even know if theylikeme.”
With the exception of Natalie, the newest resident of the island, the other Littles have always seemed… distant with me. I don’t think they hate me, but I don’t really think they want to be my friends, either.
Doctor D frowns, but when he speaks, he sounds unconcerned. “Maybe you aren’t close now, but I have no doubt by the end of the school day you’ll all be the best of friends.” Pulling his finger from my bottom, he disposes of his gloves and wraps me up in a fresh diaper. “Time to get you dressed for school, little one.”
Chapter Thirteen
Donovan
Camilla remains silent the entire ride to the school, and I can’t help the worry that fills my mind. She seems convinced the other Littles hate her, and despite my assurances to the contrary, I fear she may be right. After all, she did work for me, and she was the one who taught all their Daddies how to properly take their temperature. It wouldn’t surprise me if there’s some lingering resentment there.
But I’m equally convinced that once they get to know my sweet Camilla, they’ll find her as irresistible as I do. Keeping that thought close to my chest as our car rolls to a stop in front of the school, I help her out of the car and take her hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.
A frown tugs at her lips as she looks down at our clasped hands and then back up at me, but she doesn’t protest. Taking that as progress, however small, I keep her hand in mine and head up the front steps to the school.
The woman who greets us at the top of the stairs is wearing a dress in the same shade of deep blue as Camilla’s uniform.A bright smile is stretched across her welcoming face, and that same welcome echoes in her voice when she speaks.
“You must be Camilla. I’m Miss Evelyn, your teacher. It’s so nice to meet you.”
I’ve never known Camilla to be shy, but instead of answering Miss Evelyn, she wordlessly shifts herself behind me. And even though part of me is concerned by her out-of-character response, another part crows with triumph at the knowledge she considers me her safe space. At least safer than this new and unknown entity.
“There’s no need to be afraid.” I keep my tone as gentle as possible as I step aside and nudge her toward her new teacher. “Miss Evelyn is going to take very good care of you while Daddy is at work.”
“You’re a little early, so the other girls aren’t even here yet. We could go inside and take a look around, if you’d like. Give you some time to get used to things before the others arrive. How does that sound?”
Beside me, Camilla gives a single slow nod. Beaming at my Little girl, Miss Evelyn holds her hand out, and I watch, a lump forming in my throat as Camilla steps forward to take her hand.
