Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
“Yes. But this isn’t spinach,” she said and stuck her bottom lip out in an adorable pout.
She obviously hadn’t forgiven him for making her try the spinach salad last night at dinner. “Taking one bite of different foods is good for you, Coco. You didn’t like those greens, but you did like the squash.”
“That’s because it had parmesan and butter on it. I’d eat cardboard covered with that stuff.”
“Good to know,” he teased. “I bet Daddy can help you enjoy your enemas as well. Not with parmesan and butter, but with other yummy additions.” He trailed his finger up her thigh and watched her squeeze her muscles together.
“Daddy. I don’t want to.”
“I’m sorry. We can either do the preparation here, or Dr. Richards can take care of it in the office,” he told her. Immediately, she shook her head.
“Then we take care of everything here.”
Slowly, she nodded and hid her face against his chest.
“Good girl.”
Before she could think too hard about it, Roman boosted her to stand in front of him. He zipped off the rest of her clothing, caressing and kissing her beautiful body along the way.
“Go get Zelda.” He lightly smacked her bottom to give her a jumpstart and enjoyed the view as she ran to her crib.
He met her at the changing table. “Up you go, Little girl.” Roman lifted her to the padded top and helped her stretch out.
“Hands.” Obediently, Coco set her stuffie next to her where she could see Zelda’s face and lifted her arms over her head. He quickly fastened the restraints around her wrists.
“What a pretty baby I have,” he complimented as he stretched the band over her ribcage to keep her safe. “Stay still.”
Shifting his steel-hard erection pushing against his fly, Roman walked to the crib and grabbed the blankie that Coco loved. This treatment might cause him to rip a hole in his jeans. Damn, he enjoyed taking care of her so intimately.
Returning to her side, he covered her with the soft material and tucked it under her chin. “Daddy will be right back. I want you to imagine a perfect day for you and I. What would we do? Where would we go? I’ll want to hear all about it when I get back.”
After taking a second to draw the screening material around where the enema bag would hang so it was shielded from her view, Roman carried the device to the kitchen where he’d already set out the ingredients he would need. He turned on the water to warm and mixed the cleanser in along with the recommended amount of liquid. Roman took care to bleed the air from the hose. Keeping the bag out of her eyesight, he returned it to the concealed hook and guided the hose along the side of the changing table toward her bottom.
“All set, Little girl.” Roman hadn’t expected to find this treatment so erotic. He’d fantasized about taking such intimate care of his Little girl, but this was so much more. He tried to memorize very little move and sound she made.
To finish preparing her, Roman folded the blanket back over her body, exposing Coco from her belly button down. He placed her feet in the supports and pushed them forward to lift her hips from the table. Afraid she would be uncomfortable, Roman placed a wedge pillow under her lower back to stabilize her.
Taking a moment to savor the delicious picture in front of him, Roman stroked her inner thigh and asked, “Are you okay, Coco?” His voice was husky with arousal.
“I’m freaked out,” she admitted in a small voice that clued him in that she hovered on the edge of Little space.
“Tell me about the day you designed for us,” he asked as he grabbed lubricant. “How would it start?”
“I’d wake up cuddled in your arms and…” Her voice trailed off as he applied lubricant to her small entrance.
Roman rubbed the slick mixture around the opening before pressing a finger inside. Her tight heat tested his control. Roman promised himself that he would bury his shaft inside her soon. When Coco whimpered, he distracted her. “Would you wake me up?”
“No, Daddy. You’re…. You’re always awake before me.” She faltered when he substituted two fingers for one and stretched her opening.
“I do usually wake up early. I like to hold you in my arms. You are very cute as you sleep.” He watched her relax on the table when he removed his fingers.
Roman cleaned his fingers with a wipe before picking up the special nozzle Dr. Richards had recommended and coating it with lubricant. It had two special additions.
“What’s that?” she asked, pointing to the balloons attached to the hose.
“Those help the nozzle stay in your bottom so the medicine can work its magic. Let me show you.”
He slipped the deflated nozzle into her bottom. He could feel her resisting him, but thanks to the lubricant, her efforts were in vain. Roman didn’t comment. Picking up one of the bulbs, he squeezed it several times as he watched her face to judge her reaction.