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)
I narrow my gaze. I’m still holding my head. The bottle doesn’t have a dropper in it, nor does it look like a liquid. In fact, the pill Theo dumps onto his palm this time is even larger than the first one. It’s a clear capsule, but there’s no way in hell I could swallow it.
I purse my lips, whimper, and turn my head away.
Theo chuckles. “You have no idea how cute you are, Layla. This doesn’t go in your mouth, Little one. It’s a suppository.”
I frown and glance at him. I can’t remember what that word means.
Theo sets the monster pill on the nightstand and cups my face. “It goes in your bottom, Little one. It will dissolve faster there and make your head stop hurting quicker.”
I draw in a breath and clench my butt cheeks. No way. I shake my head defiantly even though it hurts to do so.
“Layla… One or the other. In the future, when you’re no longer stubborn and you know you’re my Little girl, I won’t give you options, but for today, I’ll let you choose. You can either swallow the medicine or let Daddy put it in your bottom.”
I shake my head again. Damn, that hurts. I need to stop that.
“I know you don’t want to swallow the oral pills, Layla, so I’m going to roll you to the side and put the medicine in your bottom. There’s no reason to be embarrassed. Daddies take care of their Little girls in every way.”
I may be hurting. In fact, my tailbone is on fire from lying on my back, my elbows are throbbing, and so are the scrapes on my butt cheeks, but that doesn’t mean I’m bad enough to let this giant Daddy put medicine in my naughty hole.
Theo grabs the pacifier and holds it up to my lips, tapping them. “Open up, Little one. This will help soothe you.”
I pout, lips pursed. “Uh uh.” I know he’s right. I liked the way the pacifier feels in my mouth. I’ve never had one before. I’ve been missing out.
“Layla…” His voice is kind, but there’s a hint of warning in there that makes me clench my butt again. I wonder if he’s the sort of Daddy who spanks naughty girls. I love getting spanked. My friends, Amelia and Sophia, and I used to intentionally misbehave at the Dungeon in order to fulfill our spanking needs. Sophia and I haven’t pulled any shenanigans at the club since Amelia left. It’s been a while since someone spanked me.
I twist my head away and roll to face the other side of the bed, not because I don’t want the pacifier but because I’m feeling naughty. I’m not usually like this. I mean when I’m at the Dungeon I set up intentional scenes where I misbehave with my friends. I’ve never had my own Daddy, and I’ve never been in a situation outside my home where I was actually in my Little space. Not pretending.
I can’t imagine what’s gotten into me. Why would I push Theo’s buttons? He’s being so nice to me. He’s taken me into his home so he can care for me while I have a concussion. I should be grateful. I am grateful. But I’m also in Little space, and my Little is controlling me.
Theo chuckles. Chuckles! “I think my Little girl has a naughty side, and she’s exploring it.” He rubs my hip. “Have you ever had a Daddy before, Layla?”
I shake my head.
“What about a club? Do you belong to a fetish club where you can be Little?”
I nod.
“I bet you go to the Dungeon where Noah and Amelia are members, yeah?”
I nod again, but my head… Owie. I really need that medicine. Why can’t it be a liquid?
“Do you let Daddy Doms spank you when you’re at the club?”
“Yes, Sir,” I mumble because it hurts too much to keep nodding.
He keeps rubbing my hip, which I really love. “I bet you like getting your bottom spanked. It helps you purge icky feelings, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir,” I admit softly.
“I can’t spank you right now, Little one. Not with a concussion and all these booboos. You’ll have to wait until you’re all healed before Daddy can spank you. How about if you be a good girl for now. Take your paci and let Daddy put this medicine in your bottom. I promise you’ll feel much better. Then you can take another nap while Daddy gets lunch ready. Yeah?”
I whimper. I don’t want him to see or touch my bottom. Bottoms are icky. But I do want to feel better, and I doubt I could manage to put the medicine in myself. Plus I don’t want to.
He keeps rubbing me, his hand calming me as he smooths it up and down my leg. “I know it’s hard to submit to someone so deeply, especially when we’ve just met, but I also know you’re the sweetest Little girl I’ve ever met, and my heart knows you’re mine. That means I will have intimate contact with your body for the rest of our lives, including your bottom.” He slides his hand down to pat my butt cheeks.