Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
“We can at least test that theory.” She closes her eyes.
I grab the bottle and hold it to her mouth, swiping the nipple over her lips. “After you eat, Little one.”
She sighs as she opens her pretty mouth and lets the nipple in.
I smile my approval when she begins suckling almost immediately, and that pride consumes me again when she moans around the taste and sucks harder.
She’s so fucking precious. I lift her hand and hold it loosely in mine, pleased when she wraps her fingers around my pinky. Her hand is so tiny that she holds on to just the one finger.
Her eyes are closed as she concentrates on eating, and I love that she’s given up the fight, swallowing every ounce of formula. As soon as it’s gone, I remove the bottle and smile at the way she continues suckling instinctively. I quickly grab the pacifier sitting on the table next to me and pop it into her mouth.
Clara doesn’t balk or open her eyes. She simply allows me to replace the nipple and continues sucking. We’re making progress. I know part of the reason for her acceptance is the serum flowing through her body. I pricked her several times. My essence is influencing her greatly and helping her accept what she cannot change.
I should put her down in the crib, but I can’t. I want to hold her while she naps. It’s hard to keep from disturbing her. The desire to bury my nose in her neck and inhale her sweet scent is strong, but my Little girl needs rest. I have to give that to her.
I don’t know how long we sit like this, me gently rocking her and staring at her. Her hair is a thick tangled mess of curls around her face. I’m going to enjoy combing through it every morning for the rest of my life. I’m already picturing the braids and pigtails I will learn to arrange.
I smile as I imagine her balking every step of the way. She probably doesn’t think she will want her hair up in pigtails, but she’ll wear it in whatever style I insist upon.
She’ll sigh dramatically and test me every day until we establish a routine that includes the perfect balance of spanking and orgasm denial she craves. I’ll enjoy every moment of discovery.
Some time passes before Dankin knocks softly on the door and then opens it.
I smile at him. “She’s been asleep for a while,” I share in a soft whisper.
“I’m ready to do the surgery.”
I draw in a deep breath and slowly rise. I will eventually have to put her down so Dankin can operate on a spot inside my girl’s head. My chest tightens at the reminder.
He sets a hand on my shoulder as we enter the hallway. “She’ll be fine. I promise. If you want to be in the room while I remove the tumor, you may do so, but I’m not sure I’d recommend it. It will probably be easier if you wait in the hallway and let someone else assist me.”
I nod. I don’t think I can stomach watching Dankin enter my Little girl’s head through her nose. I might panic. “I’ll wait outside.”
He opens the door to the clinic across the hallway from the room we’ve been sitting in. “I need to do a more thorough exam before the surgery. I didn’t complete my exam earlier.”
I ease her onto the table, but as soon as she’s no longer in my arms, she blinks her eyes a few times and then widens them.
I ease the pacifier from her mouth.
She licks her lips. “I’m still here.”
I smile. “Yes, Little one. I’ll try to make sure you always see my face as soon as possible when you open your eyes.” I gently lift her arms over her head and secure them to the table in the manner she will grow accustomed to.
She comes more fully awake and arches her pretty chest.
Dankin sets a stethoscope between her breasts and listens to her heart in several places before draping it around his neck and palpating her abdomen. “You consummated your union. That’s probably for the best. It will help her heal faster after the surgery.”
Clara gasps, her cheeks turning pink.
Dankin glances at her and gives her a warm smile. “Eleadians can scent a lot of different things.”
She groans. “I’m not dreaming.”
“No, Baby girl.”
Dankin presses a spot on her tummy where I know her bladder is located. “Can you pee for me, Little one?”
She shakes her head defiantly.
“Okay,” he responds casually as though the subject is closed.
I’m certain the subject is not closed. My girl is in for a rude awakening.
Without a word, Dankin secures Clara across the waist before lifting her legs one at a time into stirrups and fastening straps at her ankles and thighs.