He sighs but gives me a small smile. “All in good time. You will call me Daddy when you’re ready.”
Daddy runs his hands through my hair as he looks at me with a tender smile on his face.
“Yamal, you can come back in and take her temperature,” Daddy calls out.
“I don’t want him to,” I whisper.
Daddy gives me a pointed look. “That isn’t up for discussion. He needs to do this so you can be healthy. I want a baseline for this month and next month for your health.”
“I’ve already told you that I am healthy,” I argue with him.
“There is something going on in your body because you shouldn’t be this cold. The other girls who have come weren’t this cold when they were next to their Daddy,” Yamal explains. “I just want to make sure that you are okay, and check if we need to give you any other medicine.”
“I don’t need it,” I grumble and fold my arms over my chest. “I’m perfectly fine how I am.”
Besides the fact that I am freezing cold and can’t seem to warm up. But even on the space station, I was colder than everyone else. It’s something I have grown accustomed to, but it seems to be ten times worse here.
“You are not, and you know it,” Daddy gives me a knowing look.
“I am going to insert this. It will have to sit for several minutes to gather all the information,” Yamal says.
I open my mouth, and Daddy chuckles.
“It’s not going there,” he whispers.
“Where will it go?” I ask.
He tilts his head to the side and pats my bottom. My eyes go wide, and I shake my head while trying to move my hands.
“No!” I yell. “It’s not going up my bottom!”
Daddy holds my wrists in front of me while he keeps my knees up close to my chest.
“It is the only way we can obtain all the vitals we need,” Daddy says.
“It’s the most accurate way,” Yamal informs me. “Now, are you going to fight us at every corner to where we need to restrain you or are you going to be a good girl and allow me to take it without a fuss?”
I open my mouth, ready to tell him I’m going to fight them the whole time. I don’t want something up my bottom. No one wants that.
“I will spank your bottom again.” Daddy’s low voice rumbles.
My eyes move to his, and I can see that he is very serious.
“I won’t cause any problems,” I quietly say.
“Good girl.” Daddy leans down and kisses my forehead.
“Can you just knock me out so I don’t have to be awake for this? I think that would be a lot better, and then you can do whatever you need to do without me knowing,” I quickly add. “That way I can be in utter bliss of not knowing what you are doing to me.”
Daddy and Yamal blink at me several times, and nerves run through my body.
“Please?” I beg.
Daddy shakes his head.
“We can’t do that. We need you awake so we can ask you any questions,” Yamal explains. “Just in case something goes wrong. Or if I cause you any pain. If you are knocked out, I won’t be able to talk to you and make it better.”
I open and close my mouth several times, at a loss for words.
