“Don’t tell Daddy no, little girl. That gets you a red bottom.”
Immediately, the picture in her mind changed. Brooklyn imagined the sting and heat on her tender skin as he tended to her after reminding his little girl who was in charge.
“Want to tell Daddy what you’re thinking about?” he asked as he spread the lubricant inside her tight channel.
“No,” she whispered.
“Okay, sweetheart. You can have secret fantasies. I hope someday I’ll make them come true.”
He withdrew his finger and replaced it with the thick thermometer she’d discovered. He guided it deep into her before twisting and adjusting the device deeper inside Brooklyn. Finally, he cupped his hand over her bottom, holding it in place.
“Breathe, little girl.”
She exhaled a long, shaky stream of air. Her attention focused on the cold intruder inside her bottom.Little girls have their temperatures taken in their bottomsrepeated in her brain. Brooklyn slipped into a quiet place where she didn’t have to worry about anything. The throbbing in her brain lessened slightly as she melted onto the table.
“That’s my good girl. Here, sweetheart.” Caden rubbed a smooth object across her lips and Brooklyn opened her mouth to accept it without peeking. The pacifier’s large bulb filled her mouth, underlining her total submission.
Several long minutes later, he removed the thermometer from her bottom, leaving her empty. Caden quickly remedied that, inserting medicine deep into her bottom. His finger remained inside her until it no longer felt cold.
When he pulled another wipe from the box, she expected him to clean up the lubricant that coated her. When that didn’t happen, she peeked through her lashes to see him cleaning his fingers.
“What a good girl you are. I think that deserves a treat. Can you hold still for Daddy and keep your head steady?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He turned her over on the changing table and pressed her knees apart. “No wiggles, little girl.”
Caden drew a line with one finger across her inner thigh to trail through her pussy. He traced her drenched entrance, brushing over her clit. His hand pressed her thigh down to the table when she lifted her hips. A thrill coursed through her as he controlled her movements.
“Uh, uh, little girl.”
Wide-eyed, Brooklyn watched him rub and caress her, hitting sensitive, thrilling spots she didn’t know existed. Her daddy understood her pleasure better than she did. She devoured his chiseled nude body as he loomed over her.
The hunger on his face elevated her already sky-high desire. Caden’s hand wrapped around his shaft, pulling it roughly from base to tip. She could see small droplets glistening on the head of his cock. He quickly pushed both of them to a stunning climax and marked her with his essence.
“Mine, little girl. You’re mine.”
CHAPTER 17
Caden kissed the top of his little girl’s head. Brooklyn had chosen a favorite spot to rest and watch movies as she recuperated. Cuddled up next to him on the large couch, she sat as close as possible on the same cushion. He loved having her close.
“I need to go change the laundry, Brookie.”
“You can’t go right now. It’s the most exciting part!”
He’d discovered the key to keeping her quiet and entertained. It didn’t take a detective to deduce her favorite video. They’d already seen this one three times. One glance at her eager face and he couldn’t go anywhere.
“Thank you for reminding me, little girl.”
Caden relaxed on the soft leather couch and enjoyed the rest of the show. Spending time with his little girl was much more important than laundry. When it was over, he asked, “Shall I play it one more time?”
She shook her head hesitantly. It had taken a couple of days for her dizziness to abate. He hated to see her expecting negative effects when she moved. If only he’d been here.
“Stop, Daddy. You’ve got that look again. You had nothing to do with my clumsiness. Like you’ve told me a million times, it’s called an accident for a reason. It’s not an on purpose.”
“Okay, sweetheart. I’ll try to remember that. Zale thought you were healing incredibly well.”
“Thank goodness he took off that awful bandage. My head is much better now,” she told him. “If I could only wash my hair…”
