“Daddy’s taking care of you, Buttercup.”
Elizabeth woke with a hand between her legs and her face pressed to her pillow. Her covers lie crumpled around her elevated bottom as the echoes of the voice in her dreams dissipated.
She closed her eyes, desperate to recapture the dream. Elizabeth could picture herself restrained on her knees on an exam table. Talon stood behind her holding the thick thermometer in her bottom as he talked to someone. Having another person there made everything even more over the top. Her fingers worked furiously between her legs, trying to push herself into an orgasm.
Knocking at the door made her jerk upward to sit on her knees. What time is it? Holy farts! It was Talon.
“Coming,” she called, grumpily acknowledging her frustration at not having time to make herself climax.
After making sure her nightgown was fully in place, she unlocked the door and scowled at the handsome man waiting there. “Hi. You woke me up.”
“Sorry, Buttercup. Are you feeling okay?”
“No. I like sleeping in on Sunday,” she answered grouchily, deliberately standing in his way to prevent him from entering.
“Let me have your hand,” he requested.
Without thinking, she reached her right hand out before catching herself. Her fingers were probably still wet. Elizabeth quickly switched and substituted her left. To her consternation, he captured her right and lifted it to his nose. Frozen in place, she couldn’t believe it when he licked her index finger.
“That’s definitely your juices. Did I interrupt your play this morning, Little girl?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was asleep and your pounding woke me up,” she answered with a glower.
“I don’t believe you. Do you know what happens when you’re flushed and you lie to Daddy?”
“Let me guess. A spanking?” she sneered.
“He first checks to see if you’re running a fever.”
Talon stepped forward and wrapped an arm around Elizabeth’s waist to lift her feet off the ground. She gasped and grabbed onto his broad shoulders. Her hand closed over a leather strap blending into the leather of his vest. What had he brought?
He held her suspended in the air while he closed the door and locked it. After pressing a soft kiss to her hair, Talon whispered, “Good morning, sunshine.”
“I am not sunny,” she growled, more ticked off by the moment. Who was he to waltz in and just haul her around?
“I’d like you to let me down, please.” Her tone for that last pleasantry did not make it polite.
He carried her over to the couch and tugged the strap of a leather satchel from under her fingertips. After setting it carefully on the cushion, he slid her down his body slowly until her feet rested on the carpet. Immediately, she tried to turn away, but Talon held her securely with that blasted arm around her waist.
“You are in a tizzy.” He pressed his hand to her forehead and held it there for a few seconds. “A bit warm, but that could be because you’re upset.”
“Of course, I’m upset. You’re hauling me around.”
Talon completely ignored her words. “Let’s see if I can figure this out. You overslept. You have traces of play on your fingers. You’re grumpy.”
“Oh, stop it,” she hissed as he considered all the clues.
“I interrupted a dream, didn’t I? And I was in it, wasn’t I?”
“You are definitely full of yourself.”
He tapped on his chin as if considering. “But were you full of me? I don’t think so. You’d be much more satisfied.”
He patted her bottom, erasing any protest about that arrogant statement from her mind. “We were talking about taking your temperature last night before I left. That’s what you were dreaming about, wasn’t it?”
Her eyes widened in shock. He couldn’t know.
She quickly blustered, “Of course not.”
“Then you won’t mind if I take your temperature now to make sure you aren’t sick?”
“No. I mean yes, I mind. No, you can’t.”
“You are so confused. I think we need to make sure you’re feeling okay.”
Talon walked backward, forcing her to take a few steps with him. He scooped her up into his arms and sat down on the couch. Before she knew it, he had flipped her onto her stomach and flipped the bottom of her nightie up to expose her bottom.
“Nooo!” she wailed.
He didn’t answer her. Instead, he held her in place with one hand as he flipped open the bag he had brought. Withdrawing an oversized thermometer that made Elizabeth clench her bottom, he set it aside and pulled out a tube of lubricant to join the thick device. While she stared at those in disbelief, Talon gathered her hands at the small of her back.
“What? Let me go, Talon,” she demanded, struggling.
“Daddies help their Littles’ fantasies come true. There are very few things off-limits between us. Is this a hard limit for you?”
Shocked by his direct words, Elizabeth told him the truth. “No.”
“Am I totally off target thinking you were having an erotic dream about medical play?”
“No,” she wailed, hiding her face with embarrassment.
“Am I not going to find you soaking wet and unsatisfied from your play before I got here?”
“Daddy,” she whispered.
“Answer the question.”
His tone was so stern, she shivered in reaction. When he placed one hand on her outer thigh, she caved. “Yes. I had a dream, and I woke up—touching myself.”
“Thank you for telling me the truth, Little girl. I want you to always tell me your fantasies, and we’ll try to make them come true, okay?”
“That’s embarrassing,” she protested.
“Who can you tell if not your Daddy? If you never tell me, we can’t make them come true.”
When she didn’t answer that, he rubbed over her bottom and outer lips of her pussy. “You’re soaked, Buttercup. No wonder you are grumpy that I interrupted it. Let’s wake you up a different way now. Close your eyes.”
She slammed her eyelids down and buried her face against the cushion.
“Good girl.”
She could feel his fingers stroking down her sensitive inner thighs. Elizabeth spread her legs, heeding his silent request. Talon rewarded her with a quick dally between her legs that boosted her arousal back into overdrive.
She almost looked when she heard the click. What was that?
When he spread her bottom, Elizabeth froze. The feel of the cold lubricant made her shiver. He spread it over that small rosette. Just when she thought his touch on the nerve-laden entrance would drive her mad, he pressed a finger firmly into her tight passage. The air caught in her lungs as she tensed every muscle in her body at the invasion.
He rubbed the slick substance on the walls inside her until she was quivering from his touch. When his finger slid out, she knew what would come next. The sound of the case opening made her freeze once again. Seconds later, a cold, thick tube pushed into her bottom. He kept adjusting it, keeping her attention focused on the intruder.
Like I can think of anything else.
She felt him move to pick up something else. What had she missed? There was a short delay and then she heard a buzzing sound. Elizabeth definitely opened her eyes, but the sound was behind her now. She wanted to look but didn’t want him to know she was peeking.
The rounded tip of a vibrator stroked over her pink folds before dipping further inside. He teased her soaked pussy with the device until her mind was overwhelmed by the sensations of him adjusting the thermometer in her bottom and the vibrations.
Talon seemed to sense just when she was about to erupt. As her body tensed before her climax, he lifted the vibrator from her body.
“Please,” she begged.
“You have to wait ten minutes for the thermometer to register correctly,” Talon answered.
“It’s been ten minutes. I’m sure it has,” she tried to convince him before humming audibly when he pressed the device back to her body. “Mmm.”
“Not quite yet, Little girl. I’m watching the clock. Let’s talk about something else to distract you. Where should we go today?”
She shook her head. Elizabeth could hear him talking but couldn’t track his words enough to answer him. “Please!”
“Soon, Little girl. Maybe next time, I need to put you on your knees with your butt in the air to check your temperature. That will be exactly how I fuck your tight hole.”
“Ahh!” A cry sprang from her lips as Elizabeth’s entire world seemed to contract around her. She could feel her body shaking in reaction to the intense climax. Her fingers tightened around his hand that held her restrained.
“I bet you can come two more times before your ten minutes is up,” he whispered softly from above her.