Brooklyn couldn’t believe how they’d rallied around her. She’d missed having friends. On the run from Brent, Brooklyn had built up her defenses so high that she didn’t trust anyone. Caden had shared these wonderful people with her.
She adjusted her head. That was enough to bring her pain to the forefront of her mind. Would her headache ever stop?
Her face heated remembering waking up so uncomfortable in the middle of the night after rolling onto her back, so the wound pressed hard on the pillow. Her gasp of pain had woken her daddy. Immediately alert, Caden had pressed another of the thick medicine suppositories into her bottom. Trapped between sleepiness and pain, she hadn’t protested his intimate care as much. When he’d slipped between the sheets once again, he’d pulled her close and wrapped his arm around her to keep her off the stitches.
I should get up and let him sleep.
I don’t want to move.
I’ll move later.
“Are you hurting, Brookie?”
His sleep-roughened voice made her jump. That abrupt motion made her groan. Without hesitating, Caden rolled out of bed and scooped her gently up into his arms. “Hey, sweetheart. It’s time for more medicine.”
Even his slow pace affected Brooklyn, making her close her eyes to hide. He kissed her forehead softly. “Daddy will make it better.”
She kept her eyelids sealed shut as he set her on the changing table, unfastened the tape around her waist, and rolled Brooklynto her side. Her daddy wiped the cold cloth over her skin, making her shiver both in response to the temperature and in fascination with Caden taking such intimate care of her.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
“I’ve dreamed of having a very young little girl for as long as I can remember. Some daddies prefer sweet or bratty Middles or older Littles. I appreciate them too, but brave Littles who admit they love total care are superstars to me,” he shared as he cleaned her skin thoroughly.
He guided a fresh wipe between her buttocks, paying special attention to the small entrance hidden there. She tried not to respond as the caresses on that nerve-rich area distracted Brooklyn from the lingering headache that plagued her. A moan slipped from her lips before she could stop it as her juices welled in response to his touch. Maybe he wouldn’t notice.
“I know, little girl. Your bottom is very sensitive. After I get you cleaned up, Daddy’s going to take your temperature before he gives you more medicine. I want to make sure you didn’t catch anything at the hospital.”
At the sound of a soft swoosh, she guessed he’d pulled a new wipe from the pack. Bracing herself for the cold sensation, Brooklyn wasn’t prepared for him to shift her top knee forward to expose her pussy. He couldn’t miss seeing how much she enjoyed his touch.
“I think my little girl enjoys her daddy’s touch as much as I love taking care of her,” Caden told her softly. His low voice made his comments so intimate and special as he rubbed over her sensitive clit, pushing her arousal higher. “Thank you for being Daddy’s special girl. Let’s get you feeling better so I can show you how much I love you.”
“No!” she protested when his touch ended.
“Soon, Brookie. Now, Daddy needs to check your temperature.”
She heard a click of the lubricant already placed for handy usage on the table and held her breath. The drawer opened underneath the padded top, and she could imagine what he saw. Several rustles later, the drawer closed.
“Did you explore Daddy’s tools while I was gone, little girl?”
Oh, no!She’d tried to put everything back in place. “I got a pacifier out,” Brooklyn confessed. He already knew about that.
“I’m glad you found something you enjoyed, little girl. From now on, this drawer is off limits. I’ll set up a basket with fun things for you, like toys and pacifiers. That will be Brooklyn’s stash, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy. I’ll be good.”
“Of course you will,” he reassured her.
Caden applied a cold dollop of lubricant to her bottom’s entrance. Brooklyn guessed this previously taboo spot would receive a lot of attention from her daddy. She squeezed that ring of muscles automatically trying to keep him out. His finger slid easily inside.He’s in control.
“Relax, Brookie.”
“I’m trying,” she whispered.
“Daddy will help you practice. I’ll touch you here often until you get used to it.”
An image of stretching out bare bottomed over his thighs as they sat on the couch popped into her mind. His hand caressed her buttocks as he pressed a finger or two into her tight channel, distracting her completely from the movie playing on his TV. Perhaps he would put a jar of lubricant on the end table out where everyone would see it. The other Littles would guess immediately why the jar was there.
“Daddy, no.”
