Chapter 67
67
Reuben wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve his girl.
But he’d do whatever was necessary to keep her.
After he finished feeding her, he carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed.
She pouted up at him. “Daddy, no bed.”
“No bed? Are you allowed to say no?”
That pout grew.
“I think someone has been getting away with murder.” He tapped her lip. “Do you need a spanking?”
He couldn’t spank her hard. Not when she was still recovering. But it wasn’t always about pain. A few reminder taps on her butt could work well as an attitude adjuster. Sometimes, it was about how you gave them.
“No, Daddy! I mean . . . I . . . um . . .”
Poor baby.
Amusement filled him. She was trying so hard.
He shook his head. “I blame myself, really.” He drew off her pajama pants and panties. Then he gently grasped her legs and pushed them back toward her body, watching her for any sign of pain.
Her eyes widened but that was all.
Reuben let his gaze take her in. For the last ten days, he felt like he’d been encased in a fog. All he’d been able to think about was his failure to keep her safe, how he could have lost her, and making sure she was still breathing.
He hadn’t fully realized how lost he’d been.
Until his girl threw him a life raft.
Unable to help himself, he ran a finger between her lips. “Someone is feeling a bit excited. But she hasn’t earned a reward.”
He slapped his hand down. Just a slight tap. He didn’t want her jolting suddenly and hurting herself.
The bruises and lacerations on her body still had the power to send him spiraling.
But he noticed the way her breathing grew faster.
Hmm.
Another slap. And he placed her legs down on the bed.
“Daddy?”
“Spread your legs as wide as you can without them hurting,” he commanded. “I want to see my pussy.”
There was a blush on her cheeks, and for a moment, he thought she might disobey him. He raised an eyebrow at her and that was all it took for her to move. But she moved too fast and hissed out a pain-filled breath.
“Easy,” he grumbled. “You’ll be punished if you hurt yourself.”
Her mouth dropped open. “How is that fair?”
“Who said anything was going to be fair?”
He nearly grinned at her outrage. Yes, he was starting to feel more like himself. Parting her pussy lips, he took her in.
So damn pretty.
He ran his fingers down her slick lips again, then pressed it inside her. She let out a small groan.
“My girl is all needy. You’re very naughty for not telling me.” He pushed his finger in and out of her passage. “That will need to be punished.”
And he had a good idea of how to do that.
He pushed his finger in and out of her pussy a few more times until she was letting out small whimpers of need. Then he drew his finger out and licked it clean.
“Now, my baby needs a punishment and a bottle. Let’s get you ready for the day, and we’ll sort both of those out.”
Faith might be out of her depth.
She was swimming in the deep end with no floaties in sight. Yet, she knew Reuben would jump in and save her at the first sign of her drowning.
After stripping her, he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom.
“Potty first.”
Oh, holy heck balls.
Potty? Did he have to call it that?
He set her down on the toilet and kept hold of her hips as he crouched in front of her. “I don’t want you falling.”
There was no way she could pee like this. Nope. Not happening.
But her bladder had a different idea.
After helping her clean up, he carried her into her playroom. She sighed with joy. This was her happy place.
He placed her on the bed. To her surprise, he pulled out a thick pad that had a waterproof cover on it. Lifting her hips, he placed it under her bottom.
Like he thought she might wet herself.
Should she protest? Probably. But she was giving herself to him. While she wasn’t fully there yet . . . the more he took care of her, the more she felt herself slipping into a safe space. A happy place. It was just there . . . just beyond her reach.
“Lie there, baby. Daddy is getting you some special pants.”
Special pants? What did that mean?
He put the sides of the crib up and then disappeared into the closet. When he walked back, he was holding a pair of pants.
Oh heck.
They were white with images of butterflies on them. The bands around the legs and waist were a light purple. And there was a very thick pad in between the layers of material that made it clear what they were.
Training pants.
Reaching up, she put her thumb into her mouth as she watched him. She felt a bit nervous, but she trusted Reuben.
He wouldn’t push her too far.
Just far enough.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “You’re doing so well for Daddy, aren’t you? Now, we do have a bit of a punishment for not telling Daddy how needy you were.” He drew something out of his pocket.
It was a small velvet bag. He opened it and drew out an egg. Oh heck.
“You know what this is, don’t you, baby? A vibrating egg that I’m going to put in your pussy. Then I’ll put your training pants on. I ordered some the other day, so I have plenty if you have an accident.”
Oh, dear Lord.
He lowered one side of the crib and then sat facing her. Pulling her legs slightly apart, he ran a finger over one nipple, then the other. Bending down, he placed his mouth around one, sucking strongly. Then he moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment.
As he sucked on her nipples, his fingers found her pussy, and he pushed two deep inside her. A moan escaped her. She needed this. Needed him. But she had a feeling that she wasn’t going to get a release anytime soon.
Pulling back, he used one hand to part her lower lips while he slid the egg inside her with the other.
Then he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a packet of wet wipes.
Nooo.
He wouldn’t.
But he drew one out and started to slowly and meticulously wipe her pussy.
Dear Lord.
Her face was going up in flames.
“All clean. Good girl. Now, let’s just make sure this works.” He drew a small remote from his pocket.
Oh heck.
She was in trouble here.
He switched it on, and a buzzing immediately started deep inside her. A moan of pleasure slipped out just as a wicked look filled his face.
“Excellent.”
If he’d started to tap his fingers together and laugh evilly, she wouldn’t have been shocked.
This was truly, truly evil.
After turning the egg back off, he grabbed her training pants and drew them up her legs.
Holy. Heck.
That was weird. It was so thick between her legs that it actually parted them slightly.
She didn’t know how to feel. But she was falling further down that hole to where she could be whatever she wanted to be.
“Good baby. Just lie there for Daddy. I’m going to get you something to wear.”
Faith stared down at herself. She was naked except for the thick pants. It felt . . . surreal.
“Here, have Piggy and your pacifier.” He handed her the hedgehog to hug and then popped the pacifier into her mouth. Sucking on it and hugging her toy definitely helped calm her. And her breathing slowed.