28. Chapter 26
FRANKIE
“ I ’ve got strawberry milk for you,” Daddy said as he walked back into the room.
A smile blossomed on her face as she looked at the bottle in his hand. This would be the first time she would be drinking out of a bottle, and she was excited. Frankie thought she might have been nervous, but she wasn’t in the slightest.
To feel Daddy holding her while he fed her. To feel the calmness wash over her as she drank the milk slowly while looking up at her Daddy.
Perfect.
“Are you nervous about trying the bottle with me?” Daddy asked.
She shook her head. “I really want to.”
“Good. If at any time you get uncomfortable or don’t want to do it anymore, you let me know.” Daddy sat in the middle of the bed. “Come here.”
Frankie crawled over and lay herself across his lap, placing her head on his arm and chest. Sighing, she closed her eyes and let her whole body relax. When was the last time she had done something like this and not had to worry?
Her attacker was behind bars, and he wasn’t getting out anytime soon.
Apparently, there was too much evidence against him for killing her neighbor.
While Frankie didn’t like anyone in jail, she was happy he was there.
Now she didn’t have to worry about him coming after her again.
The attack had been random. It was just a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
“Open up for Daddy.” He kissed her forehead.
Frankie squirmed, and her cheeks turned pink. Oh, she would love to open up for him, but now was not the time.
“Frankie,” Daddy playfully scolded her as she looked at him. “Were you thinking about opening?—”-
“Daddy!” she interrupted him.
“Soon, sweetheart. But tonight, we aren’t going to do that. I want to take care of you and give you all the snuggles you need,” Daddy gently explained. “Maybe tomorrow.”
Sighing, she nodded and opened her mouth. Strawberry yumminess burst through her mouth as she started to drink, her body relaxing into Daddy’s even more.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered. “My good girl.”
Her eyes slowly started to close as she continued to drink from her bottle, letting her mind turn off and fall asleep.
***
“No!” Frankie shouted as she stared at Daddy in horror. “You can’t make me eat that!”
“Why not?” Daddy asked, placing his hand on his side.
“I’m allergic?”
Daddy didn’t look impressed. “You’re allergic to carrots?”
She nodded. “They are so nasty. Who decided to put carrots in carrot cake or a salad? Poor cake and salad. Or putting it with ranch dip. Poor ranch dip. Why does everyone have to be mean by adding carrots to them?”
“You aren’t allergic to carrots,” Daddy replied.
“How do you know? They make me feel yucky. They don’t taste good,” Frankie explained. “My stomach goes in all these weird knots, and then my stomach hurts, and I don’t like it.”
“Do you normally eat veggies or things high in fiber?” Daddy asked as he leaned against the counter.
“Fiber? Pfft. Who needs that.” She waved her hand in the air to dismiss it.
“I don’t like carrots because they are orange and nasty.
They are hard, and don’t say anything about trying to bake them in the oven.
No. I won’t do it. I don’t like them. I never will like them.
Trent already tried to get me to eat the carrot cake at the club, and I almost puked when I realized what I was eating. ”
It wasn’t an exaggeration either.
“Fiber is important. It helps regulate your digestive system and a whole lot of other things that Dr. Mike is going to get onto me for not remembering.” Daddy trailed off.
“I think why it hurts your stomach is that you aren’t regular and need more fiber.
So the times you have eaten carrots, your body needs it and is trying to use it, which results in you hurting a little. ”
Frankie shook her head. “Nope. That’s not it.”
Daddy gave her a stern look. “Frankie.”
“It’s definitely not it. I would know. I know my own body,” she told him. Frankie was a little insulted that he thought she didn’t know her own body. How dare he?
“I’ll be adding more foods to your diet with fiber in them. It doesn’t have to be carrots, but it will be something. You will not argue with me. Unless you want enemas,” Daddy threatened.
Her eyes went wide as she looked at him. “I’ll eat them! Just not carrots. I don’t want enemas!” she shrieked, placing her hands behind her back to cover her bottom.
Daddy chuckled. “If you eat veggies and you are regular, then you won’t need to have them. But if you don’t eat foods with fiber in them or drink enough water, you might get blocked up. Then I will have to help you, and you will be getting an enema.”
“Fine,” she whined. “But I won’t like it, and I won’t like you either when you do it!”
Daddy bent down in front of her. “That’s okay, sweetheart, but I think you might find that you actually do like it in the end. I’ll give you pleasure while you are getting one to help distract you and make it easier on you. But if you don’t want the pleasure, then you don’t have to have it.”
Her mouth hung open. Frankie didn’t ever want an enema, but she also wanted the pleasure.
“You’ll give me pleasure again, right? It won’t just be with the enema?” she whispered, feeling all shy now.
Daddy cupped her face. “Of course I will. I’m not limiting your pleasure, I promise.”
Her shoulders sagged at his words, and she snuggled into his hand. That would have been horrible if he was only going to give her pleasure when she got an enema. Horrible.
“Now, let’s go eat.” Daddy kissed the tip of her nose. “I heard your stomach growl just a second ago.”
Her cheeks warmed as Daddy let go of her and grabbed both plates. She was starving, but they were in the middle of a conversation. She wasn’t going to end it to ask him to feed her. That would be rude.
“Come on, munchkin,” Daddy called out. “Follow me.”
Frankie slowly walked behind Daddy into the living room. There were blankets and pillows on the ground, and she squealed.
“You didn’t!” she yelled.
“I did. I’ll put a top on when we are done eating, but for now, we will sit here. I’ll feed you while you relax and watch the cartoons on the TV,” Daddy offered.
Frankie ran to the pillows and flopped down on them, giggling when she landed.
“Be careful!” Daddy scolded her. “I don’t want my precious cargo getting hurt.”
Rolling over, she laughed. “I won’t get hurt, Daddy! It’s just pillows.”
“And the pillows are on top of the hard floor. Just be careful. One could slip away from you,” Daddy sternly instructed her.
“Fine.” She let out a long sigh.
“Brat.”
She smiled up at him. She had her bratty moments.
“Come sit on Daddy’s lap so I can feed you.” He patted his lap once he sat down next to her.
Crawling to him, she got into his lap and relaxed. This was amazing.
“I love you, Daddy,” she whispered.
“I love you, too.”