No. He’d wait.
After wiggling the vibrator beneath her and getting it directly below her clit, he flipped the power on. A soft hum played from between her legs.
“That’s good. Just a few more minutes like this, Ariana.” He began to fuck her asshole harder with the thermometer. “Do you want to wiggle? Does your little clit want to rub against the toy?” he asked.
“Mmhhmm,” she answered while nodding.
“Go ahead. I need to record your reactions, so you just do what feels good.” He grinned at the back of her head. It was a deception, and one he would never allow from her.
Slowly, as moments ticked by, she began to thrust her hips toward the vibrator. Her cheeks tightened as she ground her pelvic bone into the bed, seeking out more of the vibrations. He slipped a clean finger into her pussy, curling it and thrusting in time with the thermometer in her ass.
She let out a loud moan and began to wiggle harder.
“That’s a good girl,” he crooned, continuing to administer all the sensations he could thrust at her.
Harder and faster, he plowed his finger into her pussy.
“Oh…oh…Daddy! Daddy! DADDY!” she screamed as her orgasm tore through her body, and she bucked against the vibrations.
“Such a good girl!” He laughed with joy, as he slowed his ministrations.
He removed his finger from her pussy and pulled the vibrator out from beneath her, flicking it off and tossing it onto the towel.
“Let’s check your temperature then.” He slid the thermometer from her ass and dropped it onto the towel. “Perfect.” he announced, glancing up at her. “Ariana?” He brushed her hair from her face.
Asleep.
His little girl had come so hard, she’d exhausted herself.
He cleared away the toys, washed his hands, then settled her in the bed properly. While she slept, he slipped into the shower to take care of the immediate issue of his hard fucking cock. He could simply go to the upper floors of the House and make use of the House girls kept to play in the playroom on a regular basis.
But they weren’t Ariana.
And if he couldn’t have her, his hand would have to do.
One of Ariana’s favorite pastimes before being stolen from her life and planted in the House was a long soak in a hot bath. But it seemed the House would take away that pleasure as well.
Nanny Maria had woken Ariana up from her nap in Costello’s bed. Surprised to find herself fully dressed again and tucked beneath the heavy covers of his bed, Ariana blinked herself awake to find the sweet smile of Maria looming over her.
Within minutes, she’d been brought to the community bathroom where she found several large oval bathtubs. Each of the four was big enough for three girls.
As they all sat naked in the oversized tub, full to the brim with bubbles, Ariana did everything she could to not look annoyed. Watching these fully-grown women sit naked, surrounded by toys as their breasts bobbed above the water, almost made her want to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
Maria had moved on to washing Ariana’s hair. Ariana liked Maria as she didn’t talk down to her. Six-year-olds were not stupid. They were young and liked to play, but they weren’t stupid. So, Maria would tell them all about the planets and the stars, pointing constellations out through the window at night after their bedtime story.
“Maria?” Ariana asked as the shampoo was worked into her scalp.
“Yeah, hon?”
Ariana sighed, unsure if she should proceed, but the curiosity ate at her. “What happens when we get adopted?”
Courtney stopped splashing around with Shelby and both turned their attention for the answer.
“We’ve talked about this.” Maria picked up the cup of clear water and tilted Ariana’s chin back. “Your forever daddy will adopt you and take you to his home. Then you’ll be his little girl forever,” she said cheerfully as she poured the water through Ariana’s soapy hair.
“But…I mean…will we still have a nanny to take care of us? Will we still get story time and snack time and have a dayroom filled with toys?” Ariana squeezed her eyes shut as some of the water trickled down her face.
“Well.” Maria put the cup down and squeezed Ariana’s hair between her hands. “It depends on your daddy. Some Daddies give you all those things, and others want to take care of you themselves.”
“Like your daddy, Ariana. He likes to give you all his attention,” Courtney said with some jealousy.
Did Costello give her more attention than the other girls received from their daddies?
“No, he doesn’t,” Ariana snapped. “He didn’t see me for two whole days!” The young attitude was coming easier and easier as the days went on. She closed her eyes and took a steady breath. She would not give in to this place.
“But today he took you for private playtime. And then he kept you until bath time. Daddies don’t do that,” Shelby pointed out in a soft voice. “I don’t think the Daddies who adopt us will be like that. I think they’ll be more like the Daddies in the playroom.” She lowered her gaze to the bubbles floating in front of her.