She blinked as she realized that there was soft morning light coming through the cracks in the curtains. How long had she been asleep? Then she felt her bottom cheeks being parted and a thick finger entering her bottom.
“Easy, I’m just getting some lube in here.”
God. Should this turn her on? She knew there were people that liked anal sex, but she couldn’t see herself being one of them. Except as he pressed his finger deep, her clit throbbed and her pussy grew wet. He withdrew his finger and she felt a pang of disappointment.
Oh, crap.
“Now, here’s the thermometer, baby.” Something cool and solid entered her back hole and she tensed.
“Uh-uh, just relax, little one.” He rubbed her bottom soothingly as he lay behind her on the bed. “Drink all of that bottle up.”
“I gotta go toilet,” she told him, hoping that would get him to hurry up. She did not want to wait here for five minutes with that thing sticking out of her butt.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he said, sounding truly contrite. “I should have taken you potty first. I thought you might go back to sleep while I was doing this.”
“I can’t sleep with something up my butt,” she protested, glaring at him over her shoulder.
He tapped her nose, grinning down at her. He looked tired despite that wicked grin. “You did all the other times I took your temperature in the night.”
Her mouth dropped open. He didn’t! Oh God, he totally had. Her cheeks flamed at the thought and she rolled her head around, latching onto the nipple of the bottle. More to soothe herself than because she was still thirsty.
“Good girl. You look so sweet lying there with the bot-bot and Bunnykins. I don’t like it when you’re not feeling well.”
Neither did she.
“That’s five minutes, baby girl. We can take it out now.” He slid it free and she sighed. “It’s normal. Good. I’ll let your doctor know.”
“You really called him?” she asked, trying to roll over.
“Uh-uh, stay there while Daddy cleans you up.”
She felt a cool wipe move up the crease between her butt cheeks and tensed. “Daddy, no!”
“Nearly done. There, all clean, little one. And yes, I called your specialist. My baby was running a temperature. I want to make sure I’m taking care of you properly.”
She rolled onto her back to stare up at him in wonder. No one had ever taken care of her like him. No one.
Sometimes she worried she’d never find anyone who matched him. And she’d spend the rest of her life being disappointed.
At least you have him now. Enjoy it while it lasts.
He ran a finger down her cheek. “You had a nightmare yesterday and then again, during the night. You kept yelling at someone not to touch you. I’m guessing it was about what happened with my father yesterday.”
“I can’t remember,” she said truthfully. It likely was about the run-in with his dad.
You should tell him all of it.
But she remembered the fury in his face as he confronted his father. She didn’t want to be the cause of him getting into trouble. And what was done was done, right? She’d just avoid being alone with his dad at all costs.
He wasn’t going to be happy if he ever found out she’d kept something from him.
So she’d just have to make sure he didn’t discover the truth.
Yeah. That was going to go well for her.
* * *
Corner time sucked big time. She hated sitting here like a naughty little girl. It was made even worse by the fact that he’d made her remove her undies and skirt and lean forward on the stool with her nose pressed against the corner.