Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Daddy pulls a bottle out of the fridge next, twists off the lid, and puts it in the microwave for a few seconds. I noticed there were several bottles in there. Apparently he intends to feed me often.
A few hours ago, I was shocked and nervous about taking a bottle. Now I’m eager.
Daddy sets the bottle on the table, tips my chin back, and gently wipes my face with a wet cloth. “There we go.” He removes the tray and unfastens me before lifting me onto his hip again.
After snagging the bottle, he carries me back upstairs.
“I’m too heavy for you to keep carrying me,” I tell him.
He chuckles. “Not even close, Little one. You’re like a feather.” He heads for his own bedroom this time, and I notice there’s an oversized recliner by the window. We fit perfectly in it with me on his lap.
Daddy leans me back in his arms and brings the nipple to my mouth.
I stare at him and hold his forearm while he feeds me. I’m overcome with joy. I want this to be real and long-lasting. For at least today, all my problems have poofed into thin air.
When I first ran into him and landed on my ass, slamming my head onto the sidewalk, I thought my life was over. Not literally. It’s just that I knew in an instant I was going to lose more time working and probably my apartment.
I’m a hard worker, and I’ve managed to scrape by all my adult life. I’ve never been as close to homelessness as I felt this morning. I still don’t know how I will be able to pay the rent next month or the electric bill, but for today, I feel peace.
Chapter Eight
It’s dark out when I wake up confused. It takes me a few seconds to remember where I am. When I glance toward the light on one side of me, I squint. It hurts.
Theo is standing next to the bed again. I’ve lost track of how many times he’s woken me up to check on me. “Sorry, Baby girl. Does the light hurt?”
I nod and squeeze my eyes closed.
“There, how about now?”
When I peek, I see he’s tipped the lampshade so that the bare bulb isn’t in my eyes.
Daddy sets a palm on my forehead. “You feel a bit warm, Baby girl. Are you hot?”
“No.” I don’t think I am.
He sets his knuckles against my cheek, frowning. “Might just be from snuggling under the covers. I’ll check your temperature to be sure.” He leans over to look into my eyes, holding my chin. He does this every time, checking my pupils.
When his hand slides down to the front of my diaper, his brow furrows. “You have to pee, Layla. I don’t like you holding it.”
“I can’t, Daddy. It’s too hard.”
“You already used a diaper earlier, Little one. I know you can do it. It’s not optional, Little one. I called Connor. He said it’s not healthy to hold your peepee in. He sent over a prescription that will help you pee.”
I moan. “I don’t want more medicine, Daddy.” How is he going to administer this one? I squeeze my eyes closed and will myself to pee, but I can’t.
“Roll onto your side for me, Little one.” He pulls the covers back and gently guides me until I’m facing away from him. He’s done this several times. It’s reaching a point where I grow irrationally aroused simply from rolling to my side because I know he’s going to do something to my bottom while I’m in this position.
I hug my teddy bear to my chest and pop my pacifier back into my mouth, trying not to focus on whatever Daddy is going to do.
He unfastens my diaper and sets it aside before holding my butt cheeks apart. Instead of his finger, this time he slides something hard and cold into me.
I whimper and turn my head, trying to see.
“It’s a thermometer, Baby girl. Stay still for me.”
I sigh and force myself to accept his ministrations.
He holds the rod in me for a long time before removing it. “No fever. That’s good. Stay still, Little one.” His finger is at my entrance again, and I grip the pacifier with my teeth while he pushes another pill into me. It turns out rectal suppositories act much faster than oral ones, so it’s hard to be mad about how quickly my head stops pounding each time he gives me another one.
I suck furiously on my pacifier, clenching my pussy because he keeps moving his finger around inside me, and it makes my clit pulse.
When he finally removes his finger, I blow out a breath. I’m too embarrassed to admit I sort of like it. It’s better to pretend it’s icky.
Daddy rolls me onto my back next and spreads my legs. “Hold your bear over your eyes for a minute, Little one. I need brighter light.”