Panting gently, she nods, and I slide my hand over her hip and down between her thighs to where she is still so wet and swollen for me.
“My good little girl,” I croon, stroking her clit as a delicate shudder wracks her body. “You’ve been so good and brave today. Daddy’s so proud of you, baby.”
“R-really?”
“Yes, little one. You make me so very proud, all the time.”
It surprises even me to realize how true those words are. From the moment she stepped foot on the island, Camilla has constantly amazed me with her strength and resilience and compassion. I was proud to have her as a nurse, and I’m even more proud to have her as my Little girl.
And judging by the shimmer of tears in her eyes, my words mean more to her than I realized. “I didn’t know. Y-you never s-said.”
She’s panting harder now, breathing through the mixture of pleasure and pain being forced on her. Bearing it for me, because I asked this of her.
How could I not be proud of that?
“I’m saying it now, Camilla.” Locking my gaze with hers, I roll her swollen nub beneath my finger, delighting in the way her pupils dilate at my touch. “You are my perfect Little girl, and I am so very proud of you.”
A tentative smile curves her lips. “Proud enough to l-let me c-come?”
“Not quite yet, little one. Daddy wants to feel you come around his cock.”
I don’t bother to tell her where I plan for my cock to be when I finally let her come.
A Daddy needs some secrets, after all.
Millie
The pain from the fluid filling my bowels is reaching unbearable levels. Cramp after cramp contracts my stomach, and even the pleasure of Daddy’s skilled fingers on my clit isn’t enough to distract me from it.
Finally, it’s more than I can bear, and I break down and beg, humiliation be damned. “Please, Daddy, I need to potty!”
“Almost, little one. Just one more minute.”
“I can’t hold it one more minute, I’m gonna die!”
The big jerk has the nerve to laugh at me. “I promise you won’t die. Do you think I would let anything happen to my sweet sunshine?”
“M-maybe,” I manage between panting breaths. “Maybe this is my p-punishment for tr-trying to leave.”
“I’m a sadist, Camilla, not a monster. Though I’ll keep that in mind in case you ever get a wild hair and try to leave me again.”
In the distance, a timer buzzes, and I nearly weep with relief. Daddy scoops me up into his arms and carries me to the bathroom, where he finally pulls the nozzle from my bottom. Squeezing my muscles together, I hurry to sit on the toilet, too relieved to be embarrassed as my body empties itself into the porcelain bowl.
By the time I’m finished, it feels like all the energy has been drained from my very marrow, and my skin is slick with sweat. Daddy helps me up from the toilet, gently wiping me clean before carrying me back to the exam table. I’m too exhausted to even think about fighting him as he straps my feet into the stirrups and my arms to the side of the table.
“My beautiful girl,” he murmurs, just as he did our first time together when he was kissing every inch of my body. It’s even harder to believe now, when I know I must look like a complete disaster.
But I don’t have the strength to argue, so I simply close my eyes and soak in his praise as he runs his hand over my hair.
“How are you feeling, little one?”
“O-okay,” I manage to croak out. “Thirsty.”
“I’m sure.” Turning from the table, he crosses the room to where he hung my diaper bag and pulls out a bottle full of water tinged a bright pink. It warms something inside of me that he paid such close attention, enough to not only know I struggle to drink enough water if it’s not flavored, but also enough to know what my favorite flavors are.
He holds the bottle for me as I suck greedily at the nipple. And by the time I’ve drained the bottle, I’m feeling much better. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, sunshine.” After returning the bottle to the bag, he pulls on a fresh pair of gloves and smiles down at me. “Time for your breast exam.”
