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“Good. Hopefully this helps you to remember that taking care of your health is very, very important. I’m going to go wash up and I’ll get that cream and another ice pack. You’re to stay right where you are, understand?”

“What if I have to use the bathroom?” she asked, blushing slightly.

“Then you can ask me and I’ll take you,” he told her. He slid out from under her, then turned on the TV, flicking through the channels until he found something he considered appropriate. Another cartoon. This one she kind of liked, though. She hugged Bunnykins close, rubbing his ear under her nose to soothe herself as her bottom continued to throb in time with her clit. She pressed her thighs together, hoping for some friction to relieve the ache. She moved her eyes to the mirror to stare at herself. Her hair was wild, her eyes were slightly puffy from crying. Her cheeks were flushed. She moved her gaze to her lower half, taking in her red bottom. She couldn’t see the plug sticking out from this angle.

She was kind of disappointed by that. She rubbed her thighs again, letting out a small noise of pleasure. But it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough.

“Uh-uh, keep those legs wide apart, young lady.”

Macca walked back in, sitting on the coffee table. He gave each of her thighs a sharp slap until she widened them.

“But, Daddy. . .”

“No,” he said sternly. “There’s no pleasure for you. And if you try again, then Daddy will have to add to your punishment.”

Daddy was a meanie nincompoop.

“Been a while since I was called a nincompoop,” he said sternly.

Whoops.

But then she caught his lips twitching as he laid another ice pack on her foot. Right at the moment, it would do more good against her hot ass, but she knew better than to suggest that.

He then lifted her upper half so she was resting her chest and head on his lap before putting the nipple of a bottle of cool water against her lips. She latched on, sucking it down, humming in pleasure as she realized he’d added cut up strawberries.

Yummy.

“Good girl.” He ran his hand lightly up and down her back. He then pulled her hair off her face. “Looks to me like my baby likes having her bottom hole played with.”

She made a murmuring noise around the nipple of the bottle, uncertain if it was protest or agreement. Because it was kind of evident that she did like it. He reached down and drew the plug out slightly before pushing it back in.

“Too bad you’ve been naughty and don’t get to come.”

She huffed out a breath, letting him know exactly what she thought of that by scowling at him in the mirror.

He ran a finger down her cheek. “If you’re a good girl, Daddy might play with your bottom tomorrow. Just for fun.”

She brightened at that. But tomorrow seemed so far away. Why not tonight?

“What was that?” he asked, tugging the nipple from her mouth.

Oh. Whoops. She must have muttered that around the nipple of the bottle.

“Nothing, Daddy.”

“Nothing you wanted me to hear, you mean.”

She just sighed. Damn, he knew her so well.

Macca stared down at the bundle in his arms. He hadn’t thought he’d be fighting a smile today of all days. But somehow, Gigi had managed to lighten the dark cloud hanging over his head. He knew that Nan wouldn’t want him to dwell. She’d want him to remember all the good times they’d had, not spend all his time mourning her.

Somehow, he had managed to get through the day without killing his father, which he supposed was a good thing. The whole day, he’d been aware of Gigi at his side, supporting him, trying to tempt him into eating when the little minx should have been eating herself. She’d spent these last few days taking care of him, and neglecting herself.

Damn woman needed a keeper.

A daddy. A permanent one. She finished the bottle of water and he pulled away the nipple, replacing it with the pacifier he’d retrieved from the bedroom, placing it in her mouth. He should help her find a daddy before he had to go back to the States. It wouldn’t be right just to leave her. What had he been thinking? Had he made things worse for her?

Shit. He sat, thinking over his selfish behavior. He’d wanted her. He’d thought he was doing something magnanimous, teaching her about her needs. And now he was going to abandon her?


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