Chapter 16
The rattle of the heavy door woke Brooklyn as her daddy pulled into the garage. She jerked and groaned when she jostled her head. Pressing a hand to her temple under the heavy bandaging, Brooklyn waited for her brain to stop sloshing around inside her skull.
“Let’s get you inside, sweetheart.”
When he opened her door, she gathered the last of her energy to move.
Caden scooped her gently from her seat and carried her into the house.
Walking through the rooms, he took her directly to the bathroom and stood her next to the bathtub.
Caden turned on the water to warm before saying, “Let’s get you cleaned up. ”
Brooklyn reached for the bottom of her T-shirt, but her daddy pulled her hands away.
Grateful to have him take over, she stood there using her energy to remain upright.
The pain in her head overwhelmed her thinking.
Thank goodness her daddy was there to help her, and she’d let Giana take her to the hospital.
“Okay, baby girl. I’m going to sit you in the bathtub so we can get you cleaned up for bed. No splashing. We can’t get your bandages wet.”
He lifted her into his arms and placed her bottom on a soft towel he’d placed in the bathtub.
Supporting her with one hand, he used the plastic cup from the sink to pour water over her.
Each cascade soothed her jangled nerves and relaxed her tense muscles.
She melted as he spread the silky body wash over her skin.
By the time he’d rinsed the suds off, Brooklyn wasn’t sure if she was awake or asleep. She roused when Caden stretched her out on the changing table in her nursery. “Cold,” she whimpered at the feel of the waterproof material underneath her.
“Sorry, Brookie. I’ll have you in bed soon.”
He dragged the thick belt she’d noticed before across her tummy and snapped it into place. She shivered until he draped the soft blanket from her crib over her nude body. A kiss landed on her cheek.
“Stay still, little girl. Zale dropped off some medicine for you. Let’s see if it will erase your headache, okay?”
“Please.” What a relief it would be to stop this pounding.
Blinking awake as he turned her over on her side, Brooklyn automatically struggled.
“Stop, little girl. I’m going to give you some medicine to help your head.”
“I’ll need to sit up to swallow,” she muttered.
“Little girls with hurt noggins don’t take pills with their mouths,” he told her. “Zale made you medicine that won’t upset your stomach.”
“He’s so nice,” Brooklyn said, melting onto the padding below her. Caden bent her legs and wrapped something behind her knees to hold them in place.
“Wait! What?” she protested as he separated her buttocks and pressed a glob of something cold on the small ring of muscles hidden there.
“Relax, little girl. This is much better than a shot.”
That made her stop for a second. His finger pressing into her bottom made her struggle to straighten her legs. Her energy evaporated quickly, and she panted, sagging in exhaustion.
“Trust Daddy to take care of you,” he said quietly. “You want to feel better, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good girl.”
Closing her eyes, she allowed him to press a thick item into her bottom, stretching that ring of muscles despite her attempts to stop him. The second slid inside easier. She shivered at the cold sensation filling her tight passage.
“I’ll wrap you in a blanket in a few minutes, little girl. The medicine will warm up quickly as it melts. Let’s get a diaper to protect you.”
She held her breath, wondering if he would notice she’d used one of the diapers underneath.
When Caden didn’t say anything about it but simply released her knees and rolled her to her back, Brooklyn breathed a sigh of relief.
The crinkly garment around her body lured her further into Little space.
She didn’t question the pacifier he brushed over her lips but welcomed it eagerly.
A short time later, she cuddled onto her pillow on her side to avoid the wound on the back of her head and tumbled into sleep.
Waking up in the morning light, Brooklyn found herself held against her daddy’s bare chest. Her heart seemed to swell inside her chest as she processed he was home.
She inhaled deeply, loving his scent—all warm and masculine.
The corners of her mouth tilted upward as she realized he must have showered after tucking her in bed.
His chest rose under her cheek with his deep and easy breath. She loved that he slept so well. She’d only seen Zale, Jerico, and Caden up close. The other guys had hung back away from their vehicle as Caden had carried her to the truck. Aspen, Pippa, and Giana had waited to make sure she was okay.
Brooklyn couldn’t believe how they’d rallied around her. She’d missed having friends. On the run from Brent, Brooklyn had built up her defenses so high that she didn’t trust anyone. Caden had shared these wonderful people with her.
She adjusted her head. That was enough to bring her pain to the forefront of her mind. Would her headache ever stop?
Her face heated remembering waking up so uncomfortable in the middle of the night after rolling onto her back, so the wound pressed hard on the pillow.
Her gasp of pain had woken her daddy. Immediately alert, Caden had pressed another of the thick medicine suppositories into her bottom.
Trapped between sleepiness and pain, she hadn’t protested his intimate care as much.
When he’d slipped between the sheets once again, he’d pulled her close and wrapped his arm around her to keep her off the stitches.
I should get up and let him sleep.
I don’t want to move.
I’ll move later.
“Are you hurting, Brookie?”
His sleep-roughened voice made her jump. That abrupt motion made her groan. Without hesitating, Caden rolled out of bed and scooped her gently up into his arms. “Hey, sweetheart. It’s time for more medicine.”
Even his slow pace affected Brooklyn, making her close her eyes to hide. He kissed her forehead softly. “Daddy will make it better.”
She kept her eyelids sealed shut as he set her on the changing table, unfastened the tape around her waist, and rolled Brooklyn to her side.
Her daddy wiped the cold cloth over her skin, making her shiver both in response to the temperature and in fascination with Caden taking such intimate care of her.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
“I’ve dreamed of having a very young little girl for as long as I can remember. Some daddies prefer sweet or bratty Middles or older Littles. I appreciate them too, but brave Littles who admit they love total care are superstars to me,” he shared as he cleaned her skin thoroughly.
He guided a fresh wipe between her buttocks, paying special attention to the small entrance hidden there.
She tried not to respond as the caresses on that nerve-rich area distracted Brooklyn from the lingering headache that plagued her.
A moan slipped from her lips before she could stop it as her juices welled in response to his touch. Maybe he wouldn’t notice.
“I know, little girl. Your bottom is very sensitive. After I get you cleaned up, Daddy’s going to take your temperature before he gives you more medicine. I want to make sure you didn’t catch anything at the hospital.”
At the sound of a soft swoosh, she guessed he’d pulled a new wipe from the pack. Bracing herself for the cold sensation, Brooklyn wasn’t prepared for him to shift her top knee forward to expose her pussy. He couldn’t miss seeing how much she enjoyed his touch.
“I think my little girl enjoys her daddy’s touch as much as I love taking care of her,” Caden told her softly.
His low voice made his comments so intimate and special as he rubbed over her sensitive clit, pushing her arousal higher.
“Thank you for being Daddy’s special girl.
Let’s get you feeling better so I can show you how much I love you. ”
“No!” she protested when his touch ended.
“Soon, Brookie. Now, Daddy needs to check your temperature.”
She heard a click of the lubricant already placed for handy usage on the table and held her breath. The drawer opened underneath the padded top, and she could imagine what he saw. Several rustles later, the drawer closed.
“Did you explore Daddy’s tools while I was gone, little girl?”
Oh, no! She’d tried to put everything back in place. “I got a pacifier out,” Brooklyn confessed. He already knew about that.
“I’m glad you found something you enjoyed, little girl. From now on, this drawer is off limits. I’ll set up a basket with fun things for you, like toys and pacifiers. That will be Brooklyn’s stash, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy. I’ll be good.”
“Of course you will,” he reassured her.
Caden applied a cold dollop of lubricant to her bottom’s entrance. Brooklyn guessed this previously taboo spot would receive a lot of attention from her daddy. She squeezed that ring of muscles automatically trying to keep him out. His finger slid easily inside. He’s in control.
“Relax, Brookie.”
“I’m trying,” she whispered.
“Daddy will help you practice. I’ll touch you here often until you get used to it.”
An image of stretching out bare bottomed over his thighs as they sat on the couch popped into her mind.
His hand caressed her buttocks as he pressed a finger or two into her tight channel, distracting her completely from the movie playing on his TV.
Perhaps he would put a jar of lubricant on the end table out where everyone would see it.
The other Littles would guess immediately why the jar was there.
“Daddy, no.”
“Don’t tell Daddy no, little girl. That gets you a red bottom.”
Immediately, the picture in her mind changed. Brooklyn imagined the sting and heat on her tender skin as he tended to her after reminding his little girl who was in charge.
“Want to tell Daddy what you’re thinking about?” he asked as he spread the lubricant inside her tight channel.
“No,” she whispered.
“Okay, sweetheart. You can have secret fantasies. I hope someday I’ll make them come true.”
He withdrew his finger and replaced it with the thick thermometer she’d discovered. He guided it deep into her before twisting and adjusting the device deeper inside Brooklyn. Finally, he cupped his hand over her bottom, holding it in place.
“Breathe, little girl.”
She exhaled a long, shaky stream of air.
Her attention focused on the cold intruder inside her bottom.
Little girls have their temperatures taken in their bottoms repeated in her brain.
Brooklyn slipped into a quiet place where she didn’t have to worry about anything.
The throbbing in her brain lessened slightly as she melted onto the table.
“That’s my good girl. Here, sweetheart.” Caden rubbed a smooth object across her lips and Brooklyn opened her mouth to accept it without peeking. The pacifier’s large bulb filled her mouth, underlining her total submission.
Several long minutes later, he removed the thermometer from her bottom, leaving her empty. Caden quickly remedied that, inserting medicine deep into her bottom. His finger remained inside her until it no longer felt cold.
When he pulled another wipe from the box, she expected him to clean up the lubricant that coated her. When that didn’t happen, she peeked through her lashes to see him cleaning his fingers.
“What a good girl you are. I think that deserves a treat. Can you hold still for Daddy and keep your head steady?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He turned her over on the changing table and pressed her knees apart. “No wiggles, little girl.”
Caden drew a line with one finger across her inner thigh to trail through her pussy. He traced her drenched entrance, brushing over her clit. His hand pressed her thigh down to the table when she lifted her hips. A thrill coursed through her as he controlled her movements.
“Uh, uh, little girl.”
Wide-eyed, Brooklyn watched him rub and caress her, hitting sensitive, thrilling spots she didn’t know existed. Her daddy understood her pleasure better than she did. She devoured his chiseled nude body as he loomed over her.
The hunger on his face elevated her already sky-high desire. Caden’s hand wrapped around his shaft, pulling it roughly from base to tip. She could see small droplets glistening on the head of his cock. He quickly pushed both of them to a stunning climax and marked her with his essence.
“Mine, little girl. You’re mine.”