Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

B ear’s heart was full, and he was so proud of his Little girl for standing up to her ex. She hadn’t admitted it, but he knew she had to be hurting to know that her mother had no interest in maintaining a relationship with her. It was cruel, and Bear would talk to her about it. Later.

When he stepped into their bedroom and found her exactly where he’d told her to be, his cock came to full attention.

Damn, she was stunning, especially lying on her tummy with not one but two pillows under her, pushing her bottom up high.

She squirmed when he entered. She was facing him, and she smiled. “I’m ready, Daddy.”

Adorable Little girl. And so obedient. “I see that. I think you deserve a reward for being such a good girl and so brave, too.”

“Ice cream?” she asked, her voice teasing.

“Sure. We can get ice cream.” He set his palm on her thigh and dragged it up to her pussy. She was soaked, and she pulled her knees in closer to her chest and came clear off the bed when he pushed a finger into her tight channel.

Addie moaned.

“Is ice cream what you want for a reward, Little one?” he asked as he added a second finger and rubbed her clit. He kept his attention languid. He didn’t want her to come yet, but he wanted her to crave it badly.

“No, Sir,” she whispered.

“Are you sure? I could let it melt and eat it off your pussy,” he suggested.

She moaned.

He removed his hand and grabbed another pillow. “Spread your legs for me, Angel.”

She parted her knees and whimpered when he stuffed the pillow between them. “Good girl. Keep your legs parted while I spank you.”

“Daddy…” Her body was trembling. She’d never been sexier.

“Give me your hands, naughty girl. Reach them around to your back.”

When she obeyed him, he wrapped his fingers around both wrists and held them together at the small of her back. “This way, you can’t reach back and get your hands in the way while I’m spanking you.”

Another sexy whimper as she wiggled her bottom, begging for attention with her body language.

He palmed her bottom, squeezing the globes back and forth several times before giving her a firm swat.

A deep groan filled the room. “Oh, God, Daddy… I’m going to come.”

He smiled. His Little girl was so perfect. He didn’t even care if she came. If spanking her made her so horny that she could come without direct contact with her pussy while he swatted her bottom, then she deserved the orgasms.

Making no response, he swatted her again. She didn’t appear to need a warmup, so he peppered her bottom with a pretty firm hand, keeping a close eye on her face.

Her mouth was open, and the only thing he could read was lust. She pulled her knees in closer to her tummy as though offering him easier access to her bottom, and he took it.

After a few minutes, she started moaning heavily. She pulled her knees in farther, curled her toes, stiffened, and cried out, “Please… Please, please, please, please.”

Bear abruptly slid his hand between her legs, thrust two fingers into her pussy, and rubbed her clit.

Addie came so fast that he didn’t even have a chance to order her to do so. And, fuck but she was sexy when she came. Each time he watched her orgasm, she grew more uninhibited. This time, she held nothing back, moaning and writhing while he continued to finger her.

Panting, she jerked upward so she was kneeling, spun toward him, and reached for his shirt. “Need you, Daddy.” Her fingers fumbled with the front of his plaid button-down, but as soon as she managed to get a few buttons undone, she stopped and gasped.

Her wide eyes lifted to his. “You’re T-shirt is pink.”

He glanced down. “Is it?”

She undid a few more buttons. “I can’t believe you got a pink shirt. I thought you were kidding.”

“Me? Joke? Nooo…”

She giggled as she pushed his button-down off his shoulders. “Take it off, but leave it on the end of the bed. I want to wear it later.”

“So bossy,” he teased as he bent to remove his boots. “I suppose you want my pants off, too?”

“Daddy…”

He chuckled as he removed the rest of his clothes, grabbed a condom from the drawer, and handed it to her. He climbed up next to her and dropped onto his back.

She turned toward him. “Really? I’m in charge?”

“Angel, you’re never really in charge, no. But climb on top of me and ride me. It will at least give you the illusion you’re in charge.”

Her hands shook as she removed the condom from the foil and reached over to roll it down his cock. “How do you know which way it goes?”

“You don’t. Trial and error.”

She tried it, sighed, and flipped it before unrolling it down his length. A second later, she was straddling him on her knees, his cock poised at her entrance. “I’m the luckiest Little girl alive.”

He grabbed her hips and smiled. “I’m the luckiest Daddy.” And he knew that to be an even more certain truth when she slowly lowered herself down his cock while tipping her head back and releasing a primal groan of satisfaction.

Bear slid his hands up to cup her fucking hot tits, molding his palms to them before pinching her pretty nipples.

“Do that again…” she begged.

He obliged, rolling them and tugging on them a few times.

Addie bounced on his cock, so very uninhibited and free. He stared at her, memorizing this moment so he could carry it with him for the rest of his life.

Two hours later, Bear stepped into the bedroom where he’d left his Little napping and frowned.

She was still asleep, which seemed excessive for late afternoon. He hated to wake her, but if he didn’t, she might not be able to sleep that night.

She looked so fucking adorable, though, with his pink T-shirt on, her knees pulled up under it, and the stuffed bear hugged tightly against her chest.

As he sat on the edge of the bed, he lowered his palm to her forehead to brush away a lock of hair and winced. She felt hot. “Addie?”

She whimpered and curled into a tighter ball.

He didn’t like it and immediately pulled his phone out of his pocket to text Doc. A few seconds later, he received a response that Doc was on his way.

Bear only left her long enough to open the door, and then he returned with Doc on his heels.

“What are her symptoms?” Doc asked.

“She’s burning up with fever. I can’t even get her to rouse. She was fine just a few hours ago, then I put her down for a nap, and when I came to check on her, I found her like this.”

Doc pressed a palm on her forehead. “She is pretty hot.” He set his medical bag at the foot of the bed and opened it. “Have you taken a Little girl’s temperature before?”

“No. It’s been a long time since I’ve had my own Little.”

Doc pulled out a jar of lube and a thick thermometer.

Bear had heard the other Littles grumbling about having their temperatures taken from time to time, so he wasn’t surprised, and he knew this was a rectal thermometer. Chances were Addie was hardly going to notice.

Doc rubbed her cheek. “Addie, can you open your eyes, Little one?”

She whimpered and shook her head. “Too tired.”

“I know you are. I’m going to examine you so we can figure out what’s wrong, okay?”

“Just tired,” she murmured.

“I’m going to roll you onto your other side so your Daddy can take your temperature, Little one.” Doc practically lifted her off the bed to rearrange her so she was facing away from them. He nodded toward the thermometer. “Open the lube, dip the tip in it, and scoop a good amount out of the jar.”

Bear did as Doc instructed while Doc pushed the pink T-shirt up her back to reveal her naked bottom. He used one hand to steady her hip and the other to push her top leg toward her chest.

Bear leaned over, held his Little’s bottom open, and eased the thermometer into her.

She whimpered again. “What are you doing?” It was the first lucid statement she’d made.

Doc rubbed her thigh. “Your Daddy is checking your temperature, Little one. Stay nice and still for me.”

“Don’t like it,” she moaned.

Doc glanced at the thermometer. “You can push it a bit deeper.”

Bear eased it in farther and held it.

“Daddy… Don’t like it. Take it out.”

“A few more minutes, Angel,” he told her.

When Doc finally nodded, Bear eased it out of her and held it up. He winced when he saw that she indeed had a fever. “What do you think it could be? She was fine earlier.”

Doc eased her onto her back and pulled the covers over her so her pussy wasn’t exposed. “She’s been under a great deal of stress lately. It’s possible her body is just run down and needs the rest. A fever can be the body’s way of forcing someone to relax. If she doesn’t develop any other symptoms like a sore throat, runny nose, or a tummy ache, I’ll be inclined to say it’s stress related.”

“So, what do I do?” Bear asked nervously. He hated to see his Little in pain.

“Lots of fluid and sleep. I bet she’ll feel much better in a day or two. As long as she’s running a fever, give her ibuprofen every four hours.” He opened his bag and handed Bear a bottle of red liquid and a measuring cup. “Fill the little cup up to the line. If she’s too asleep to rouse, use a dropper to get her to swallow it.”

“Okay.”

Doc rose from the bed. “I saw King in the kitchen on my way by. I’ll ask if he can bring you some apple juice. He likes to have something to do and feel useful on his days off.” Doc smiled.

“Thank you.” Bear didn’t want to leave Addie even for a moment. What if she needed him or rolled off the side of the bed?

Doc cleaned the thermometer with a disinfectant wipe and set it and the lube on the nightstand. “I’ll leave this here so you can check again in a while. Text me if anything changes.” He zipped up his bag and clapped Bear on the shoulder. “She’ll be fine. Littles get sick sometimes. The hardest thing is convincing them to stay in bed.”

Bear nodded.

“I’ll let myself out.”

As soon as Doc was gone, Bear rearranged the covers and tucked her stuffie in her arms. “Let’s get some medicine in you, Angel.” He filled the measuring cup, cupped the back of her head, and lifted her a few inches. “Can you swallow this for Daddy?”

She opened her mouth and let him pour it in, thank goodness. “Mmm. Yummy.”

That was a relief. At least she liked it.

“Knock, knock.”

At the sound of King’s voice, Bear twisted his head around. “Come in.”

King stepped into the bedroom, holding out a sippy cup. “I heard you have a sick Little girl on your hands.”

“Yes. Thank you for bringing us some juice.”

“I fixed three sippy cups. I’ll stick the other two in your fridge. Let me know if I can help out any other way.”

“Can you let Kade know she won’t be at work tomorrow?”

“Of course.”

“And Eden. She’ll be worried.”

“No problem.” King patted the side of the bed. “Hope she feels better soon.”

Me, too . For the first time since Bear had realized Addie was his, he felt nervous and helpless. Sure, he was a big guy, and everyone thought he was rough around the edges, but he couldn’t stand to see a Little suffer. That feeling was tenfold now that it was his own Little.

He climbed onto the bed, lowered onto his side facing her, and slid his arm under her head. “Drink some juice for me, Angel,” he encouraged, holding the sippy cup to her lips.

Addie whimpered, but she took several drinks before pushing the cup away. “Tired, Daddy.”

He kissed her temple. “Okay, Little one. Rest now. Daddy will be right here.”