Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Her immune system has taken a big hit. CC has probably picked up a bug at her coffee shop. Monitor her for any changes, but I don’t think this is related to the cat-bite infection,” Dr. Okino suggested.
“Thank you. I’ll work on bringing down her fever now.” Hunter disconnected the phone.
After carrying the bag of supplies to the kitchen, he spread everything on the countertop. He prepared a heated bottle for her of a sweet nourishing formula and sprinkled a bit of pumpkin spice from her cabinet into the mixture before shaking it up. The unmistakable aroma of her favorite flavor filled the room as Tangerine wove between his ankles. His second preparation wouldn’t please her at all.
Hunter brought a tray of supplies into the bedroom and set everything on the floor by CC’s side of the bed before lifting the covers away from her bottom. He lubricated the tapered nozzle and inserted it quickly into her bottom. Holding her securely on her tummy, he pushed the injector, emptying the chilled medicine into her rectum.
“Nooo!” she wailed as she shivered in reaction to the thick mixture filling her bottom.
“Just some medicine to make you feel better.” Quickly, he pushed a small plug into place.
“I don’t need that,” she protested.
Hunter helped her turn onto her side and he placed the nipple of the bottle at her lips. “Drink, Pumpkin.”
She sighed at the delicious taste and sucked strongly. He was pleased to see CC had almost finished it when she fell back to sleep. Rest would help as much as his core-cooling efforts. Hunter tucked the covers around her neck and carried a chair in to sit next to her.
Chapter Fifteen
CC moaned as she thrashed around in her sleep. She felt miserable and couldn’t seem to open her eyes in order to determine what time it was—or what day for that matter.
As she was trying to remember how she’d gotten in bed and whether or not it was day or night, a large hand landed on her forehead. “Hey, Pumpkin. It’s Daddy. Can you open your eyes for me?”
She tried, but it didn’t seem worth it, so she shook her head, which hurt worse.
The bed dipped next to her as the covers were tugged down her body, making her groan. “No, Daddy,” she muttered. “Cold.”
“That’s because you have a fever, Pumpkin. Daddy needs to check your temperature again and get more medicine in you. After that you need another bottle.” As he finished speaking, he rolled her gently to her side, facing away from him.
Remembering the last time he’d taken her temperature, she clenched her butt cheeks together and tried to reach for the covers. “No, Daddy. Please. I don’t like it when you put things in my bottom.”
“I know, Pumpkin. We haven’t had time to explore much anal play yet, but we will. Your bottom will not be off limits to Daddy. In time you’ll begin to enjoy having me penetrate your tight hole. Right now, I need you to let Daddy take care of you.” His voice was stern, and as he spoke, he easily parted her cheeks, removed the plug, and eased the thermometer into her rectum.
She whimpered. This was no fun, but she didn’t have the energy to fight him. Besides, he was her Daddy. He knew what was best for her. The thermometer didn’t hurt, and she thought the gel he’d used inside her had actually felt good the first time—even if she was loath to admit it out loud.
She dozed as her Daddy rubbed her hip and whispered reassuring words to her. She only caught snippets, but they made her feel loved. “Such a good girl… I’m so sorry you’re not feeling well… Thank you for holding still for Daddy… Almost done…”
This position put pressure on her bladder, and as the pressure grew, she started to squirm, feeling more fully awake by the time Daddy took the thermometer out of her.
“Need to go potty, Daddy,” she whispered in her Littlest voice.
When she tried to roll back toward him, he kept her in place with a firm grip on her hip again. “Just a minute, Pumpkin. Hold still for Daddy.”
She held her breath as he nudged her bottom hole again. There was no sense arguing with him. He wasn’t going to back down about the medicine.
Without moving, she stilled and tried not to clench as Daddy slid the nozzle into her and emptied the cooling gel deep into her bowels again. As soon as he removed the nozzle, he put the plug back into place.
“Can I go potty now?” she whimpered.
Daddy rolled her onto her back and then lifted her bottom half off the bed a few inches with one hand wrapped around both ankles.
CC opened her eyes as he slid something under her. She blinked several times in confusion as Daddy lifted a thick crinkly material between her parted legs and secured it at her hips.