Chapter 68
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Reuben wasn’t getting much work done.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off his girl. He’d set her up in his study on her big butterfly cushion. It supported her yet was soft on all of her scrapes and bruises.
She was currently lying in it, watching a cartoon on the TV. She had Colin on one side and Piggy on the other.
He thought about putting a blanket over her, worried that she might be cold.
But then he wouldn’t be able to see her.
And he liked staring at her. He’d deliberately chosen a very short dress with long sleeves. The dress barely reached the top of her thighs. When she was lying down it gave him an excellent view of her training pants. When he turned on the egg, she’d squirm slightly.
However, he worried if he did it too much or for too long, she’d end up hurting herself. So, he’d mainly kept it on low. Just a soft buzz to remind her that it was there. But not so hard she’d jolt and hurt herself.
Her hard nipples were visible through the thin dress. He’d turned the heating up in the apartment to make sure she was warm enough.
She shot him a look as he turned the egg on again and he had the urge to laugh.
He really was coming out of that fog, and it felt good. Like he could think again.
Getting up, he moved over to her, switching the egg off. It was probably time for that to come out. And for him to feed her lunch.
“Poor baby. You’re looking a bit flushed,” he commented. “I hope you’re not running a fever. I might have to check.” She reached up to pull out her pacifier, but he shook his head. “Keep your paci in.”
Lifting her out of the cushion, he carried her into her playroom and laid her down on the bed. The waterproof pad was still lying on it.
Removing her training pants, he saw the evidence of her arousal on the tops of her thighs.
Damn. He slid the egg out, then he ran a finger through her pussy, gathering up some of her arousal. Placing his finger into his mouth, he sucked.
His dick was hard. But this wasn’t about him. Or sex. It was about her. About looking after her.
So, he cleaned her up with the wet wipes again, even though she gave him a disappointed look.
Yes, he knew she wanted to come.
“If you’re a good girl for Daddy, you might get rewarded later.”
Happiness filled her eyes.
He moved back into the bedroom and got out the Little first aid kit. It had been especially created for sick Littles. He hadn’t used anything in it yet. It was filled with Band-Aids that would appeal to Littles, an enema kit, antiseptic wipes, tweezers, and a few other things. But there was also a rectal thermometer.
Reuben set it down, unzipping it and drawing the rectal thermometer out. Faith’s eyes grew wide, and her mouth opened.
Her pacifier dropped out, but he popped it back in.
“It’s all right, baby,” he soothed as he grabbed some lube from the kit and coated it. “This won’t hurt.”
He rolled her carefully onto her side, monitoring her closely. But there was no hint of this hurting her. Still, he wouldn’t keep her in this position long. He curled up her top leg and then parted her bottom cheeks before pushing the thermometer inside.
“That’s it. You’re doing so well for Daddy.” He rubbed her bottom cheek. “Such a good, brave girl. Later, Daddy might give you a reward.”
He drew it out and checked it. “All clear.” He turned her over. She was looking everywhere but at him.
That wouldn’t do. Grasping hold of her chin, he drew the pacifier from her mouth, then leaned in to kiss her. “Thank you for letting me take care of you.”
She relaxed and smiled before he returned the pacifier to her mouth.
“Time for lunch.”
She didn’t fuss as he got a new pair of training pants and put them on her. Then he carried her back to her cushion.
“Stay here, baby. I’m going to get you some lunch.”
There was a lightness to his movements as he prepared a fruit platter in the shape of a face. Sliced banana made up the smile, a strawberry for the nose. Cut-up grapes for eyes and orange segments for ears.
Reuben also made them both a sandwich, eating his as he made his way back to her.
That familiar thump of urgency was strumming through him. Telling him to go back to her. Watch her. Keep her safe. But it wasn’t as overwhelming as it had been.
When he walked into the study, she was where he’d left her, filling him with a deep sense of satisfaction. He sat in front of her, turning the plate around on the floor so she could see the fruit.
She clapped her hands but didn’t say anything, even when he removed her pacifier.
He put a bib around her neck. It was something else he’d bought the other day at the toy shop, but he hadn’t been sure he’d use it.
“Do you like the smiley face, Little Blossom?” he asked, testing whether she’d really slipped into being nonverbal.
She nodded, smiling.
“Good girl.” He slowly fed her by hand. After she’d eaten most of the sandwich, he lifted her up and into his lap, where he cradled her close while feeding her the bottle of water.
This . . . this was exactly what he’d needed.
And somehow, she’d known.
Because she was made for you. The other half of your soul.
At one stage, he’d thought he no longer had a soul, but this girl in his arms was proof that he did.