His filthy words are almost as effective as his fingers, driving me higher and higher with every syllable, every touch. “Daddy, please. Please.”
I don’t even know if I’m begging him to stop or to fuck me harder. But Daddy knows. Daddy always knows exactly what I need, and his rocking grows more frenzied in response to my sobbing pleas. Until all I know, all I am, is what he gives me. Until pain becomes pleasure and pleasure becomes pain, and there is no longer anything separating the two.
Something inside me fractures, then shatters, and in the distance I hear someone scream as molten-hot pleasure floodsmy veins. Daddy slams into my aching bottom one final time, filling me as my tears soak the blanket beneath my cheek.
It seems like forever I lay there, struggling to just breathe as my body recovers. That was, hands down, the most intense experience of my entire life, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same.
God, I hope I’ll never be the same.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Millie
I’m vaguely aware of his cock sliding from my bottom, the sound of water running. But it’s far too much effort to move, so I simply close my eyes and wait for him to come back for me. Soon, I’m in his arms, being carried to the bathroom where he steps into the tub, lowering us both into the surprisingly hot water.
“Sorry, sunshine, let me cool it off a bit. I didn’t realize it was so hot.”
“No!” With a hum of pleasure, I settle back against him, content to float, literally and metaphorically. “You finally got the temperature right.”
“Really?” Behind me, his chest vibrates with laughter. “You enjoy this? I feel like I’m being boiled alive.”
“Mmm, no, this isperfect.”
“Then I suppose I can tolerate being turned into a lobster for a bit.”
For a long while, he simply holds me as the heat from the water leaches the aches from my muscles. When the water coolsenough for me to shiver, Daddy washes me from head to toe, using extra care when he washes my sore bottom hole.
He dries us both, wrapping a towel around me to keep me warm as he carries me to the changing table in his room. Gripping my ankles in one hand, he lifts my legs high in the air, and even though he’s seen literally every part of me, embarrassment still heats my body as he shines a light on my bottom.
“I don’t see any tearing. But let me know if you have any pain the next time you need to poop.”
“Daddy.” I shouldn’t even be able to feel humiliation at this stage, after everything he’s done to me, but I cover my face with my hands anyway. “I don’t wanna talk about that!”
“Pooping is perfectly natural, little one. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“I know, but it’s different!”
Chuckling at my ridiculousness, he wraps me up in a diaper and lifts me from the changing table, cradling me in his arms as he carries me to my nursery for a fresh change of clothes. “Well, even if you find it embarrassing, you will tell me if you feel any pain. If I find out you’re keeping anything about your health from me, you won’t sit comfortably for a week. Am I understood, Camilla?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I grumble, dropping my head to his shoulder as he scans the dresses in front of him. He presses a kiss to my forehead, almost absentmindedly, and my heart swells at the sweet gesture.
“Hmm. What do you think, little one? A casual day at home, or should I get my pretty girl dressed up and take her out for breakfast?”
As much as I love the cafe and my pretty dresses, I’m feeling selfish. “I kinda want you all to myself right now. I have to shareyou with everyone else when you go to work, I don’t wanna share today.”
“Then we’ll stay home.”
“Can I still get dressed up, though?”
“Of course. Whatever my Little girl wants. Within reason,” he adds with a mockingly stern glare. “Which dress would you like?”
“Umm.” Lifting my head, I scan my options, settling on one in a pale pink covered in purple wildflowers. “That one!”
He dresses me, then sets me on my feet so I can twirl in front of the mirror while he calls down to the kitchen for our breakfast. When he’s done, he takes a seat in the glider and pulls me onto his lap. “I think we need to talk, little one.”
Uh-oh. My stomach twists at his serious tone. “Am I in trouble?”
“No, sunshine. Just the opposite. I wanted to ask you… how would you feel about coming back to work with Daddy?”
