“Times?” she echoed.
“How many times do I make you come when I kiss you here?” he asked, brushing his thumb over her clit several times.
“Three… I come three times,” she gasped out.
“I like that. Do I fuck you after you come?”
“Yes, Daddy. I need to feel you inside me.”
Turned on more than he’d ever been, Roman traced her inner lips before pressing two fingers inside her. “Like this, Little girl?”
“You’re much bigger than that, Daddy.”
Roman chuckled, enjoying her obvious appreciation of their lovemaking. He held his fingers deep within her without moving. “I know the perfect reward for you, sweetheart, after you take all your medicine.”
“I could get a prize now, Daddy. You know, like a party… participation prize.” She lifted her hips, trying to stimulate herself, and gasped.
Roman guessed the nozzles’ balloons had reminded her of their presence. “You can wait, Coco.”
She wrinkled her nose at him. “Meanie.”
He saw the moment the liquid building inside her became too much. Instantly, he shifted to rub her tummy gently in a circular pattern, encouraging the medicine deeper into her system where it would do the most good, and easing the pressure. To his relief, Roman saw her face relax.
“Better?” he asked.
She nodded and begged, “Is it almost over?”
“You are almost there, Little girl. Let’s play a game. I spy something in your nursery that begins with the letter C.”
“Duh, Daddy. Crib.”
“Crib isn’t the item I’m thinking about, Coco. Try again.”
After a couple of minutes of the game, a gurgle came from the bag. Roman quickly clamped the hose. He withdrew a timer from the drawer below her and added ten minutes to the device.
“Ready for your reward, Coco?”
She nodded eagerly.
Roman brushed his thumb across her clit lightly and felt her body tense around his inserted fingers. The pressure inside her had obviously pushed her sensitivity higher. “My Little girl enjoys having her bottom filled, doesn’t she?”
“No, Daddy. I don’t like this.”
“What happens when you lie to Daddy?” he asked.
“I get my butt spanked.”
“You do.” He let that soak in for a moment as he tapped on the area around her clit, not caressing her directly but keeping her attention fully centered on her pussy. “Some Littles like having their Daddies take complete control. They say they don’t enjoy intimate treatments like enemas because they’re embarrassed. But there aren’t any secrets between a Little girl and her Daddy.”
Her gaze locked on his face, listening intently.
“You have an emergency word to say if you need to use it. Do you remember what that is?”
“Red,” she whispered.
“Very good, sweetheart. You are doing an amazing job with your enema. I think that’s my clue that I need to let you experience all sorts of Little girl treatments.”
“There’s more?” she asked.
