Chapter 5
Chapter Five
When I wake, my skull feels like it’s going to bust out of my head. I whimper at the pain and wonder how long I’ve been asleep. I clasp the sides of my head with both hands and turn toward the two bottles of medicine sitting on the nightstand.
I haven’t taken any yet, and part of the reason is because I didn’t want to tell Theo that I’m not good at swallowing pills. I never have been. But my head really hurts.
“Hey there…” Theo rushes toward me. “Oh, sweet girl. Your head must be pounding. You fell asleep so fast, I didn’t have a chance to get some painkillers in you.”
I whimper again, realizing my mouth is full of the pacifier, keeping me from speaking.
Theo has a sippy cup with him this time. It looks like it’s filled with water. I’m suddenly very thirsty.
Theo pops the pacifier from my mouth before he reaches for one of the bottles, twists off the top, and shakes a giant pill into his hands.
My eyes go wide and I gasp. Even though it hurts, I shake my head. “Can’t…”
“Can’t what, Little one?”
“I can’t swallow that,” I admit, my lip trembling. I really want to, but I’ll feel even worse if I gag and vomit.
I’m surprised by how easily Theo puts the pill back in the bottle and replaces the top without argument. I’m still staring at him as he grabs the other bottle. “Good thing Connor called in two forms of medicine then, huh?”
I narrow my gaze. I’m still holding my head. The bottle doesn’t have a dropper in it, nor does it look like a liquid. In fact, the pill Theo dumps onto his palm this time is even larger than the first one. It’s a clear capsule, but there’s no way in hell I could swallow it.
I purse my lips, whimper, and turn my head away.
Theo chuckles. “You have no idea how cute you are, Layla. This doesn’t go in your mouth, Little one. It’s a suppository.”
I frown and glance at him. I can’t remember what that word means.
Theo sets the monster pill on the nightstand and cups my face. “It goes in your bottom, Little one. It will dissolve faster there and make your head stop hurting quicker.”
I draw in a breath and clench my butt cheeks. No way. I shake my head defiantly even though it hurts to do so.
“Layla… One or the other. In the future, when you’re no longer stubborn and you know you’re my Little girl, I won’t give you options, but for today, I’ll let you choose. You can either swallow the medicine or let Daddy put it in your bottom.”
I shake my head again. Damn, that hurts. I need to stop that.
“I know you don’t want to swallow the oral pills, Layla, so I’m going to roll you to the side and put the medicine in your bottom. There’s no reason to be embarrassed. Daddies take care of their Little girls in every way.”
I may be hurting. In fact, my tailbone is on fire from lying on my back, my elbows are throbbing, and so are the scrapes on my butt cheeks, but that doesn’t mean I’m bad enough to let this giant Daddy put medicine in my naughty hole.
Theo grabs the pacifier and holds it up to my lips, tapping them. “Open up, Little one. This will help soothe you.”
I pout, lips pursed. “Uh uh.” I know he’s right. I liked the way the pacifier feels in my mouth. I’ve never had one before. I’ve been missing out.
“Layla…” His voice is kind, but there’s a hint of warning in there that makes me clench my butt again. I wonder if he’s the sort of Daddy who spanks naughty girls. I love getting spanked. My friends, Amelia and Sophia, and I used to intentionally misbehave at the Dungeon in order to fulfill our spanking needs. Sophia and I haven’t pulled any shenanigans at the club since Amelia left. It’s been a while since someone spanked me.
I twist my head away and roll to face the other side of the bed, not because I don’t want the pacifier but because I’m feeling naughty. I’m not usually like this. I mean when I’m at the Dungeon I set up intentional scenes where I misbehave with my friends. I’ve never had my own Daddy, and I’ve never been in a situation outside my home where I was actually in my Little space. Not pretending.
I can’t imagine what’s gotten into me. Why would I push Theo’s buttons? He’s being so nice to me. He’s taken me into his home so he can care for me while I have a concussion. I should be grateful. I am grateful. But I’m also in Little space, and my Little is controlling me.
Theo chuckles. Chuckles ! “I think my Little girl has a naughty side, and she’s exploring it.” He rubs my hip. “Have you ever had a Daddy before, Layla?”
I shake my head.
“What about a club? Do you belong to a fetish club where you can be Little?”
I nod.
“I bet you go to the Dungeon where Noah and Amelia are members, yeah?”
I nod again, but my head… Owie. I really need that medicine. Why can’t it be a liquid?
“Do you let Daddy Doms spank you when you’re at the club?”
“Yes, Sir,” I mumble because it hurts too much to keep nodding.
He keeps rubbing my hip, which I really love. “I bet you like getting your bottom spanked. It helps you purge icky feelings, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir,” I admit softly.
“I can’t spank you right now, Little one. Not with a concussion and all these booboos. You’ll have to wait until you’re all healed before Daddy can spank you. How about if you be a good girl for now. Take your paci and let Daddy put this medicine in your bottom. I promise you’ll feel much better. Then you can take another nap while Daddy gets lunch ready. Yeah?”
I whimper. I don’t want him to see or touch my bottom. Bottoms are icky. But I do want to feel better, and I doubt I could manage to put the medicine in myself. Plus I don’t want to.
He keeps rubbing me, his hand calming me as he smooths it up and down my leg. “I know it’s hard to submit to someone so deeply, especially when we’ve just met, but I also know you’re the sweetest Little girl I’ve ever met, and my heart knows you’re mine. That means I will have intimate contact with your body for the rest of our lives, including your bottom.” He slides his hand down to pat my butt cheeks.
I sigh. I’m not going to get out of this. “Fine,” I grumble. “But it’s gross.”
He chuckles. “No part of you is gross, Little one. I’ll even wear a glove and use lube to make it more comfortable. How’s that sound?”
“Gross,” I repeat.
I love his chuckle. It warms my heart. The bed lifts as he stands. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”
The entire time he’s gone, I wonder if I could be the sort of Little who is so naughty she does the exact opposite of what she’s told just to get a rise out of her Daddy.
I don’t move this time, though. I can’t. It hurts too much.
Theo is back moments later. He leans over me to tap my lips again with the pacifier.
This time I accept it and hum around the nipple as I suck.
He rolls me gently forward and lifts the covers away from my lower half.
I whimper when he pushes the T-shirt up, exposing my bottom. I clench my butt and squeeze my eyes shut when he sets a hand on my cheeks and pulls them apart.
He holds me steady as he strokes my rosebud with cool lube. “I’m going to put the medicine inside you now, Little one. Deep breath.”
Instead I hold my breath and stiffen as he pushes the monster pill up into me with one finger. It feels strange, but it doesn’t hurt. It’s just that I’ve never had anyone touch me there.
How long is his finger, anyway? It feels like he’s pushed in ten inches, and why doesn’t he take it back out? Instead of pulling out, he gently strokes inside my rectum.
I suck harder, clench my cheeks, and whimper.
He holds me in place with one hand and continues fingering me with the other. “You’re doing great, Layla. Just a few more minutes. I want the medicine to dissolve so your body has a chance to absorb it. I wouldn’t want my naughty girl to push it back out.”
I’m clutching my head, but I cover my face with my hands. I don’t like this. I want him to stop. When will he take it out?
Something shifts inside me. I want to continue insisting that I don’t want anything in my bottom, but I’m growing used to the odd sensation, and I… Oh, God… My pussy is wet. I’m not even wearing panties. Theo is making me horny with his finger in my bottom. This can’t be happening.
“Such a good girl. Almost done.”
Those words… They make me even more aroused. Can he tell? I hope he can’t tell. I’m so embarrassed.
“See? Not so bad after all,” he says. “Lots of Little girls like to have their bottoms penetrated. Most of them also like to argue they do not, but secretly they enjoy it.”
I shake my head. I do not want him to think I like this. It’s too icky. I never want to do it again.
“Almost done, Little one…” He strokes the inside of my bottom over and over.
Am I panting? I try to hold my breath to keep from doing so. How mortifying.
Finally he eases his finger out and pulls the covers back over me.
I blow out a relieved breath, but I’m definitely winded.
Theo moves around behind me. I assume he’s removing the glove and cleaning up. “You should start to feel better in about ten minutes, Little one. I’ll give you another dose every four hours until your head stops hurting.”
My breath hitches. I moan against the pillow. What fresh hell have I gotten into?