Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
He gave her a slow smile. “Is that so?”
“Yep.”
He loved that she was so much more confident in her own skin than she had been when he’d first seen her naked. She was so determined tonight that she stood before him with her arms crossed under her breasts and one hip cocked out as though she were in a defiant stance.
“You’re not too tired, Angel? It’s late, and you have to work in the morning.”
She shook her head. “I’m not too tired, Daddy. I think I might even be coming down with something.” She sighed and lifted a hand, setting the back of it against her forehead. “I might be getting sick. You should probably check.”
It took him about two seconds to realize she wasn’t serious. She was not ill. She wanted to play. His adorable Little girl wanted to play doctor. His cock was suddenly ten sizes larger.
Mateo took a step closer to her and set his palm against her forehead. “Mmm. You do feel warm. I should probably check to be sure. You might need some suppositories if you have a fever.”
She gasped and gave him the cutest fake look of shock. “No, Daddy. I don’t like it when you put things in my bottom.” She even clenched her butt cheeks and reached around with one hand to cover her bottom.
And now his cock was twenty sizes larger. He had not seen this coming. His Little girl was seamlessly sliding into a medical scene within her age play. Granted, by now, age play was no longer something she acted or pretended. It was her life when they were at home. But medical play… That was pretend. She was exaggerating everything she said and every movement.
“Little girls do not decide whether or not they need medicine in their bottoms, do they, Angel?” Mateo said in an equally exaggerated voice.
“No, Sir,” she whimpered.
He pointed toward the bathroom. “Potty and teeth, Little girl. Meet me in the nursery afterward.”
For a moment he stood rooted to his spot as he watched her head into the bathroom. He was stunned and pleased. When she turned on the water, he headed for the attached nursery. He wanted to get some supplies ready so he could fulfill his Little girl’s medical fantasy tonight.
A few minutes later, she shuffled into the room. She had her hands behind her back and her head tipped toward the floor. Her shoulders were pulled forward sheepishly. “I changed my mind, Daddy. I feel fine. I don’t think I have a fever.”
He hesitated half a second before he realized she was still acting. Her tone was off. Not her usual Little. She was fully in the role.
“Daddy will decide that. Come. Let’s get you up on the changing table.”
She sighed dramatically as she continued slowly toward him, taking the smallest steps possible. When she arrived, she climbed onto the table and eased onto her back.
“Roll onto your side for me, Little one, facing the wall.”
She whimpered as she obeyed him. “I don’t like it when you put things in my bottom, Daddy.”
He knew that was a lie, which would be proven again in a few seconds. Not only did she like having him examine her bottom, but she’d started this side scene in order to get what she craved. Ingenious.
As his Little girl rolled toward the wall, Mateo’s heart felt fuller than ever. He realized he was head over heels in love with this woman. She was it for him. His world. He would give her the moon if she asked for it.
Right now she was asking for some medical play, and damn, but this kinky side of her was sexy as fuck.
Mateo reached under the changing table to pull a foam wedge out from the shelf. “Lift your top leg, Little girl.”
When she did, he slid the thick piece of foam between her knees, making her whimper.
He patted her inner thigh. “There we go. That will hold you open for Daddy.”
She shuddered, indicating how vulnerable she felt, especially now that she couldn’t hide the fact that her pussy was glistening.
Mateo popped the top on the lube and squeezed a generous amount onto his finger. “Daddy is going to examine your bottom, Little one. Maybe your tummy hurts because you need help emptying your bowels.”
She hadn’t mentioned a stomachache, but the fever was also fake, so he decided to go with this line, especially when her breath hitched. She hadn’t expected him to take things that far. He would watch her closely to make sure he wasn’t pushing her farther than she was ready for.
With one hand on her hip, he parted her butt cheeks and tapped her tight rosebud with one very lubricated finger. Not waiting for her to react, he slid the finger into her tight hole.
She gasped, her butt clenching so tight it was strangling his finger. “Hold still for me, Angel.”