Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
She made tiny little purring sounds that made him smile as he slid his finger in and out of her tight hole. It wasn’t a shock that she was enjoying herself. He’d had his finger in her hole several times, but this was the first time she’d asked for it.
“Deep breath, Little one. Daddy is going to add a second finger so I can examine you better.”
She moaned as he eased another finger into her. Her grip was so fucking tight, he couldn’t help wondering what it would be like when he finally took her back hole with his cock. She would likely strangle his poor dick.
“Are you done yet, Daddy? I don’t like it,” she lied in a fake voice.
“Not yet, Little one. I’m going to take your temperature now.” He pulled his fingers out of her, cleaned them on a warm wipe, and then grabbed the thermometer. He didn’t give her any warning as he slid the glass rod as deep in her bottom as he dared.
He rubbed her hip again. “Such a good girl. Stay still for Daddy while we wait for your temperature to register.”
“I don’t like it,” she repeated. “Is it over yet?” she whined adorably.
“Not yet, Angel. I will let you know when it’s time to pull the thermometer out.” Mateo played with her ass with that thermometer, easing it in and out of her but also spinning it and angling it slightly in every direction to make her aware of the sensitive nerves inside her rectum.
She was panting by the time he took the rod out, so heavily it was impossible to ignore.
Mateo cleaned the rod and put it away without checking it. He knew she didn’t have a fever. “Your temperature is a bit high, Little one. I’m going to give you some medicine now. A cooling pill that will dissolve in your bottom and make you feel better.”
She moaned as he pushed the suppository into her as slowly as he pleased, letting her squirm from the contact. When the little placebo was in place, he picked up the next thing he was going to introduce her to tonight.
“Daddy is going to put a plug in your bottom now, Angel. It will keep you from pushing the medicine out.” He added some lube to the silver tip of the plug and then lined it up with her rosette and swirled it around before gradually easing it into her warmth.
“Oh. Oh. Daddy, no. It’s too tight. It will hurt.” Her fake medical scene voice was making his cock protest everything that was going to happen between now and when it finally got relief.
“Now, be a good girl for Daddy. If you can get through the exam without whining, Daddy will give you something to suck on afterward.” He didn’t care whether she took that to mean a lollipop without question or if she got his double meaning.
Mateo would never ask his Little girl to give him a blowjob unless it was something she craved.
“Do you mean a sucker or my pacifier, Daddy?”
“Mmm hmm. If that’s what you want.”
“What if I want something larger, Daddy?”
“If you’re sick, Little girl, you need to be tucked into bed to go to sleep,” he reminded her.
“That medicine is making me feel so much better,” Nora rushed to assure him. “Perhaps you should double check my temperature in my mouth with a different instrument?”
“Let’s get you down from this table and see how you feel,” Mateo suggested.
Sitting up on the table pressed the plug deeper into her bottom and Nora gasped in reaction. “Daddy…”
“It’s okay, Angel. You will adjust to it as you wear it. That’s a small plug. To get ready to take Daddy’s cock in your bottom, I’ll need to stretch your tight passage. Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Each move as she shifted off the table was strange—relieving as her weight moved from pressing the plug deeper, and arousing as the invader moved inside her. Nora allowed him to support her as she adjusted to the new sensations.
“Let’s walk over to this chair, Angel. Daddy will take your temperature there.”
She settled onto her knees in front of him when he sat down on the armless chair. He stroked over her hair and cupped her jaw before tracing the line of her lips with his thumb. Nora opened her mouth to draw the digit into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.
His growl made her clench her thighs together. She liked the feeling of power he showed her in responding. Nora had never felt so desirable—so wanted.
She reached forward to unfasten his pants and glanced up at his face when his hand covered hers to stop her. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Daddy’s in charge, Little girl. Did you ask permission?”
“No,” she said, dropping her gaze from his. He didn’t want this.