Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“Pull your knees up and spread them open wide for Daddy, Baby girl.”
I do as I’m told even though I should be beyond mortified. I’m so much more exposed now. He can see everything, including my butthole.
“Good girl.” He grabs one of my diapers, tips my legs back farther, and slides it under me.
For a moment, I think he might close it up and leave me like this—so horny I might self-combust. Instead, he picks up the bag he brought from his apartment, opens it, and pulls out two items. He holds up the first. “I’m going to take your temperature, Little one. Are you ready for that?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
Next, he holds up a tube of something. “This is lube. When I put things in your bottom, I will always rub lubricant on your entrance and the item to be sure you’re not injured.”
“You’re going to put lots of things in my bottom, aren’t you, Daddy?”
He smiles. “Such a smart girl. Yes, Little one, many things. The thermometer is so small you’ll hardly notice, but it will give you a chance to experience having me slide something into your tiny hole.”
I bite my bottom lip and watch as he pops the lid of the lube before squeezing some onto the thermometer and his finger. He holds the end of the rod with one hand while he reaches between my legs with the other to lubricate my tight hole.
I flinch because it’s cold. And because it feels so strange.
I’m gripping my bent knees, but he puts his hands on the back of my thigh and presses so that my torso rocks back farther. He holds me in this position, my bottom so exposed, keeping me from moving.
The thermometer is small, but the moment it slides into me, I tip my head back and moan.
Eli adjusts it, moving it in and out, forcing me to feel everything. Finally he holds it steady inside me and lifts his head. “Look at me, Grace.”
I’m panting as I lower my gaze.
“Good girl. Do you know why I’m taking your temperature?”
I hesitate, trying to process his words. It’s not because I’m sick. It’s… It’s because I have this kinky fetish, and he knows it. My pussy is spread wide and pulsing. My arousal is dripping out of me. “Because it makes me horny,” I murmur.
He smiles. “That’s right. Such a smart girl.” Somehow he manages to steady the thermometer with his finger and reach his thumb up to stroke through my folds. Luckily he’s prepared for me to arch because he holds me down firmly. If he didn’t, I might get injured.
I whimper as he draws more and more wetness from my pussy. He doesn’t even penetrate me. He’s just stroking across the opening over and over, slowly, until I think I might scream.
“Eyes on mine, Baby girl.”
I blink. It’s hard to focus. His thumb is so distracting. He knows it. At the slowest snail’s pace ever, he eases his thumbpad upward until he finally covers my clit and presses down. “Come for me, sweet girl.”
I come so hard that my entire body convulses. My clit throbs against the pressure. My pussy grips at nothing, weeping with the need to have something inside.
The thermometer is gone. He removed it before I shattered. His middle finger is pressing against my tight hole. It’s like he’s holding me hostage between his thumb and finger. I’ll gladly be his hostage for the rest of my life.
Eli leans over me, his forehead coming to mine, his fingers still in the same place. “That’s my good girl. Take a deep breath.”
I try. It’s hard. I’m nearly hyperventilating from the experience. I’m overwhelmed with emotions. Part of me wants to wiggle free from his touch. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. I can’t, though. He’s holding me down, preventing me from escaping.
Though he’s not moving, the pressure is causing my orgasm to linger, pulses of it making me flinch every few seconds.
“Good girl,” he soothes again. “I want another one, Grace. Give Daddy another orgasm.” His thumb moves slightly over my clit, making me whimper. My fingers are sore from gripping my knees, helping him expose myself. I can’t let go, though. I want to obey him.
He strokes the puckered flesh around my tight butthole, not entering me, teasing just enough to make it known that he could if he wanted to. Maybe he will push his finger into me. I don’t know. I don’t care. It should mortify me, but it doesn’t. This is Eli. He’s made it clear he intends to breach my bottom. Hell, he’s made it clear he won’t be the only one. If I go with him to Littleworld, strangers will explore my naughty hole, too.
The thought of a doctor I don’t know pushing something into my bottom while Eli watches makes my clit throb harder.