Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
“Daddy…” she whined.
“I know it’s strange at first, but you’ll get used to it, Baby girl. You’ll see that it’s no big deal and learn to let me take care of you in every way. My job is to care for you, Sienna. You’re my perfect match, born to submit to me and let me see to your needs. Fate determined we would be together. Perhaps we’ve been destined for each other since long before either of us was born. She does not make mistakes.”
Jayce palpated her tummy, making it harder to hold back. The pressure was too much, and she held her breath and gave up the fight. It wasn’t a battle she would win anyway.
Daddy leaned closer and brushed a lock of hair from her face. “Good girl.” Without another word, he opened her diaper, cleaned her up, and rolled her to one side. This time he held her cheeks apart himself as he slid the thermometer into her. He also kept her bottom spread open and exposed the entire time. She was certain that wasn’t necessary, which meant he did so to make a point. No part of her was off limits to his gaze.
When the thermometer was gone, she breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived because he immediately set one hand on her hip to steady her, using the other hand to rub something slippery on her puckered hole.
“Relax your bottom, Sienna,” he demanded in a firm, steady voice.
She tried, but instinct told her to clench. What was he doing?
“Sienna…” he reprimanded.
She whimpered. Her pulse shot through the roof, partly because the sensation of having him rub that ring of muscles was so very dirty and wrong, but mostly because she was aware that it also felt good. Doubling her embarrassment was the fact that she couldn’t hide her arousal from him. She would never be able to. He could scent it.
Daddy continued to circle the tight ring of muscles, rubbing in the cream. Suddenly he pushed a finger into her bottom as deep as he could reach.
Sienna tried to buck out of his grip, but she was far too small to escape.
He held her hip firmly. “Relax,” he ordered.
She started panting, gripping the sheets with her fingertips. She didn’t like this. Not at all. Why was he touching her there?
Somehow she managed to roll forward a bit, which only gave him more leverage.
Jayce released her hip and grabbed the back of her top thigh to push her leg up toward her chest.
Sienna gasped. Her pussy was wide open in this position, and he still had his finger in her butthole.
Daddy reached under her and cupped her pussy, stroking through the folds. He bent over to whisper in her ear, “Your cunt is soaked, Little one.” As he spoke, he eased his finger in and out of her bottom.
“Daddy…” she whined, mortified.
“Don’t fight it. The reason I’m fucking your tight little rectum with my finger is because you want me to. If you didn’t like it, I wouldn’t do it.”
She gasped. “I don’t like it, Daddy,” she complained. This whiny voice of hers was new and startling. She wouldn’t have dared whine in her childhood home. It wasn’t permitted. She’d been raised not to question her elders…or her mate. Her mother taught her to obey him always. But her mother had no idea what Sienna’s mate would ask of her.
Daddy eased a finger into her pussy. “Yes, you do, Little one,” he whispered as he rubbed the two fingers together through the thin barrier between them. “I can smell your need as it grows. There are millions of nerve endings inside your naughty bottom. You didn’t know how good it would feel for Daddy to stroke them, but now you do. Your body doesn’t lie.”
She whimpered. Darn him.
Her breath hitched as he fucked in and out of both holes. Her juices were running out of her now, soaking his hand.
“I want to feel your bottom clench my finger when you come, Baby girl. Don’t fight it.”
She arched her head off the bed and groaned, the sound echoing around the room. She wasn’t going to be able to hold back. Too many sensations bombarded her. Her clit was pulsing, and she managed to grind it against the mattress.
“That’s my good girl. Rub that little button for me. Take what you need.”
Her face flushed at his words. He knew she was rucking against the bed. How humiliating.
“Do it again, Little one. Grind that swollen nub. Make yourself come.”
His words were so filthy. So unexpected. She was certain mates in the valley didn’t talk like that. She doubted the men penetrated their women in this way. They were so proper and buttoned up.
Is that what you want, though? Proper and buttoned up?
No. This was so much better.