Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen

“What are you doing?” Leah asked.

Elias had eventually lifted her off his chest, dislodging his cock, and gently settled her on her side in the middle of the bed. She’d been so tired that she’d curled up in a ball as he’d pulled the covers over her.

She was too hot, but she hadn’t had the energy to remove the blankets. Daddy was doing so now, and his hand was on her thigh, pushing her upper leg up tighter toward her chest.

“I need to take your temperature, Little one.”

“Mmm…” She wasn’t sure why. She vaguely remembered him mentioning that earlier, but the reason escaped her.

When he gripped her hip, she opened her eyes. A moment later something cold and wet touched her bottom. Not her butt cheeks but her actual tight hole.

Leah shrieked, trying to squirm away from him. “What are you doing?” she repeated.

He had a firm hold of her, though, and he was so much larger. There was no escaping him. “Hold still, Baby girl. The thermometer has to go in your bottom.”

“Why?” she shouted at a high pitch.

A cold rod slid into her. It seemed large and deep. How big was it, and how far did he put it in her?

“Shhh. You’re okay, Baby girl. Try to relax. I’ll take your temperature several times during the night so we’ll know when it’s time for you to shift.”

She clenched her butt cheeks. This was humiliating. She didn’t want him to see that part of her, and she sure didn’t want him to touch it. Her face heated, and it had nothing to do with her temperature. She was mortified.

She shook her head. “No, please. I don’t like it. Take it out.” She reached for the covers and tugged them toward her. She suddenly felt exposed, which wasn’t surprising since she was naked, but now that the sexual haze had faded, she wanted to be covered.

Leah reached back with her hand to shove at her Daddy. He had one hand on her hip—totally immovable—and one hand holding the evil thermometer in her bottom. She sobbed. She was too small to overpower him, and she didn’t like this.

“Leah, calm down, Little one. It’s just a thermometer. It’s not hurting you.”

She started crying harder, sucking in oxygen as emotional overload consumed her. Throughout the day, she’d gradually grown to accept this relationship and its implications, but now she realized she had no power. She was helpless and forced to do what he wanted because of her size. It infuriated her.

“Leah.” His voice was sharp, commanding. “Calm down, Baby girl,” he repeated. He was not going to let up on this, and it made her madder by the moment.

When he finally pulled the thermometer out of her and let go of her hip, she scrambled away from him toward the other edge of the bed. She sat upright, pulled the covers up to her chest, and glared at him. She was still sobbing and angry. “Don’t do that again.”

He calmly checked the reading on the rod—which wasn’t anywhere near as large as she’d visualized—cleaned it, and set it on the nightstand. Still naked and seeming not to care a bit about his nudity, he crawled toward her.

If she could have slid off the opposite side easily, she would have, but she was tangled in the sheets, and probably would have hit her head if she went over the edge.

Still calm, Elias snagged her ankle and dragged her to the center of the bed where she fell onto her back.

She clutched the tangled blankets and sheets to cover herself. She had no idea if she was so hot because of the upcoming shift she would make or from her anger.

Elias dropped onto his side and trapped her, tossing one leg over hers while planting a hand on the other side of her body. “I’m sorry, Little one. Sometimes Daddy will insist on things you won’t like. That’s life.”

She shook her head, trying to stop crying like a big baby. “I don’t like you.” Now she sounded exactly like a baby.

He kissed her cheek. “Yes, you do. You just wish you didn’t. You’re frustrated because you’re embarrassed.”

He was right. Darn him. Why did he have to be right?

“I don’t want you to be embarrassed about any part of your body, Baby girl. Daddy will be intimate with every inch of you, inside and out. Sometimes you will want me to diaper you, and when I do, you will use the diaper, and I will change you.”

She gasped and shook her head, sniffling.

“I know it’s hard to imagine right now, but trust me, you will submit to me in every way because you’ll want to. I won’t have to force you. But, Baby girl, I’m going to do something to you right now that you’re not going to like at first. I’m going to do it to show you that I’m right. You can kick and scream and shout obscenities at me, but I will not stop until you acknowledge I’m right.”

His words confused her. What was he talking about? She didn’t fully grasp his meaning because she was still clenching her bottom and thinking about how he’d penetrated her most private part. It infuriated her.

She refused to look him in the eye, but she could feel him staring at her. One second everything stood still, and the next second, he jerked the covers out of her grip, flipped her onto her side, and spooned her naked body.

He was so large that she felt tiny in his embrace. Under normal circumstances, this position would probably make her feel cocooned, cherished, loved. But something was about to happen, and she wasn’t going to like it.

Sure enough, he angled her top leg high like he had when he took her temperature. He had one arm under her neck, and he used that hand to hold her knee against her chest. His free hand came between her legs.

She gasped when he stroked through her pussy, her arousal returning full force even though she willed it not to. She was a slave to her body. Even angry, she couldn’t stop her reaction. He was also touching her with his mark. Darn him.

Wetness leaked from her channel, soaking his fingers. She started bucking against his hand, panting, and silently pleading with him to reach inside her.

Instead, he slid his fingers back toward her rosebud, and before she could wrap her head around his intensions, he pushed one of his huge fingers into her bottom.

Leah screamed. She wondered if he had neighbors and how close they were, and if they would come to her rescue if they heard her screaming.

The perverted meanie thrust his thick finger in and out of her bottom, making her aware of nerve endings she would have rather not known about. Aggravating her further, her pussy pulsed, and more wetness leaked out.

“Please…” she begged, embarrassment flooding her system. This was much worse than the thermometer. Did he realize how wet she was? Why was his finger in her forbidden hole making her wetter?

“Don’t fight it, Little one,” he whispered against her ear. “Stop trying to get away and let it feel good.”

She struggled against him to no avail. Why was he doing this? Her fury was growing. She wanted to stab him with a knife.

“Leah,” he commanded. “The battle is in your head.”

What the heck was he talking about? Battle in her head?

He kissed her neck.

She couldn’t even prevent that. She didn’t have any way to move her head. And her stupid wetness was running out against his palm. Her pussy was throbbing.

Elias suddenly added a second finger and pushed both up into her. The stretch was so tight. It burned.

“Hurts…”

“No it doesn’t, Little one. It feels naughty and wrong. There’s a difference. But your bottom will not be off limits to Daddy, and I’m going to finger you until you realize how good it feels.”

She shook her head as much as she could move it. “No. It feels icky. It’s gross. Please stop,” she sobbed.

“I will stop after you come, Leah.”

Come? She stiffened. Was he insane?

He kissed her neck again and grinded his palm against her swollen folds and her clit as he reached deep inside her forbidden hole. “I can smell your need building, Little one. It’s okay to enjoy yourself. It’s okay to feel aroused from my fingers in your bottom. You’ll learn to crave the penetration.”

He held her tighter and rolled her slightly forward, pinning her with more of his huge frame as he thrust in and out of her, deeper, faster, harder.

She tried to ignore the sensations and what they were doing to her, but she was losing the fight. She wanted him to thrust his erection into her channel—the proper one not her forbidden hole.

Panting and overheated, she let out a low moan as her pleasure built. Her body was a slave to his touch, even this most intimate part of her.

“That’s my good girl. Let it feel good. Let yourself come, Leah.”

His words were breathy. He was aroused by her. His shaft was pressing against her bottom, close to his fingers. Would he put his giant erection into her? That would hurt.

He must have sensed her concern because he commented on it. “I won’t take your bottom with my cock tonight, Leah. I’ll need to work on stretching your tight hole for a while before I can do that. For now, you’ll have to accept my fingers. Pretend they are my cock thrusting into you.”

She didn’t want to pretend any such thing, but the power of suggestion was huge, and his words penetrated her mind, causing her to feel what he demanded.

Her clit was so swollen and needy under his palm. Her bottom felt so full and tight. It didn’t hurt, but he was stretching her to the max, forcing her to like it.

She cried out as her orgasm crept to the surface. She couldn’t stop it, and she didn’t want to. She needed the release. When she came, her bottom gripped his fingers the same way her channel had earlier. The pulsing was intense. It felt totally different, like a different kind of orgasm, but just as amazing.

Sated, she stopped fighting and went completely limp as Elias eased his fingers out of her. He rolled away from her for a moment. She was gasping for air, unable to move a muscle, but she thought he was cleaning his fingers.

A moment later, he was back, gently pulling her into his arms again, spooning her body. “I love you, Baby girl.”

She growled. “You’re a big meanie.”

He chuckled, darn him. “I just know things you’re not aware of, Little one. I would be remiss if I let you believe you won’t enjoy having your bottom penetrated. Now you know how good it feels, and we don’t have to tiptoe around that subject any more. In a while, I’m going to check your temperature again. You can stop feeling embarrassed about it.”

She jerked her head to look at him. Glare at him. “You forced me.”

“I forced you to do something I knew you would like.”

She humphed. Darn him. Why did he have to be right?

Her bottom was still throbbing as if he were still touching it. She kind of wished he were.