Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Then he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a packet of wet wipes.
Nooo.
He wouldn’t.
But he drew one out and started to slowly and meticulously wipe her pussy.
Dear Lord.
Her face was going up in flames.
“All clean. Good girl. Now, let’s just make sure this works.” He drew a small remote from his pocket.
Oh heck.
She was in trouble here.
He switched it on, and a buzzing immediately started deep inside her. A moan of pleasure slipped out just as a wicked look filled his face.
“Excellent.”
If he’d started to tap his fingers together and laugh evilly, she wouldn’t have been shocked.
This was truly, truly evil.
After turning the egg back off, he grabbed her training pants and drew them up her legs.
Holy. Heck.
That was weird. It was so thick between her legs that it actually parted them slightly.
She didn’t know how to feel. But she was falling further down that hole to where she could be whatever she wanted to be.
“Good baby. Just lie there for Daddy. I’m going to get you something to wear.”
Faith stared down at herself. She was naked except for the thick pants. It felt . . . surreal.
“Here, have Piggy and your pacifier.” He handed her the hedgehog to hug and then popped the pacifier into her mouth. Sucking on it and hugging her toy definitely helped calm her. And her breathing slowed.
68
Reuben wasn’t getting much work done.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off his girl. He’d set her up in his study on her big butterfly cushion. It supported her yet was soft on all of her scrapes and bruises.
She was currently lying in it, watching a cartoon on the TV. She had Colin on one side and Piggy on the other.
He thought about putting a blanket over her, worried that she might be cold.
But then he wouldn’t be able to see her.
And he liked staring at her. He’d deliberately chosen a very short dress with long sleeves. The dress barely reached the top of her thighs. When she was lying down it gave him an excellent view of her training pants. When he turned on the egg, she’d squirm slightly.
However, he worried if he did it too much or for too long, she’d end up hurting herself. So, he’d mainly kept it on low. Just a soft buzz to remind her that it was there. But not so hard she’d jolt and hurt herself.
Her hard nipples were visible through the thin dress. He’d turned the heating up in the apartment to make sure she was warm enough.
She shot him a look as he turned the egg on again and he had the urge to laugh.
He really was coming out of that fog, and it felt good. Like he could think again.
Getting up, he moved over to her, switching the egg off. It was probably time for that to come out. And for him to feed her lunch.
“Poor baby. You’re looking a bit flushed,” he commented. “I hope you’re not running a fever. I might have to check.” She reached up to pull out her pacifier, but he shook his head. “Keep your paci in.”
Lifting her out of the cushion, he carried her into her playroom and laid her down on the bed. The waterproof pad was still lying on it.
Removing her training pants, he saw the evidence of her arousal on the tops of her thighs.
Damn. He slid the egg out, then he ran a finger through her pussy, gathering up some of her arousal. Placing his finger into his mouth, he sucked.
His dick was hard. But this wasn’t about him. Or sex. It was about her. About looking after her.
So, he cleaned her up with the wet wipes again, even though she gave him a disappointed look.
Yes, he knew she wanted to come.
“If you’re a good girl for Daddy, you might get rewarded later.”
Happiness filled her eyes.
He moved back into the bedroom and got out the Little first aid kit. It had been especially created for sick Littles. He hadn’t used anything in it yet. It was filled with Band-Aids that would appeal to Littles, an enema kit, antiseptic wipes, tweezers, and a few other things. But there was also a rectal thermometer.
Reuben set it down, unzipping it and drawing the rectal thermometer out. Faith’s eyes grew wide, and her mouth opened.
Her pacifier dropped out, but he popped it back in.
“It’s all right, baby,” he soothed as he grabbed some lube from the kit and coated it. “This won’t hurt.”
He rolled her carefully onto her side, monitoring her closely. But there was no hint of this hurting her. Still, he wouldn’t keep her in this position long. He curled up her top leg and then parted her bottom cheeks before pushing the thermometer inside.
“That’s it. You’re doing so well for Daddy.” He rubbed her bottom cheek. “Such a good, brave girl. Later, Daddy might give you a reward.”