“Hmm.” He readjusted his arm around her waist and spread her ass cheeks apart. “That’s what I thought.” He grinned to himself.
“Stop.” She tried to wiggle away, but one quick smack to her ass stilled her.
With a single finger, he swiped through her folds.
“Wet.” He sucked on his finger, licking off every bit of her juices. When he locked eyes with her, his smile widened. “It’s actually very normal for your body to get aroused. And it makes me happy.”
“I don’t care what makes you happy. If you touch me again—” He cut her off by sliding his middle finger into her pussy, all the way up to his last knuckle. She sucked in a long breath, surprised probably, but she couldn’t hide the satisfied moan when he curled his finger.
“Now. It’s late and I have other work to do. So, you’ll take your medicine and get to sleep. When I see you tomorrow morning, you’ll find things to be much easier for you.” He withdrew his finger and went about opening the small box with the suppository.
“Wait! What are you doing?” She twisted on his lap again. “No! Okay, I’ll drink the damn medicine!”
He laughed. “You get one shot at that. Now you’ll have to take it this way.” He pinched the white Lullaby suppository between his fingers and once more pried open her ass cheeks with his other hand, making sure to keep pressure on her back with his elbow.
“No! Please!” Her fight built up again and her legs kicked out, but he was stronger, and he wouldn’t leave her in peace until she’d taken her medicine.
“Relax your asshole to make it easier on you. Easy or hard, this is going in,” he said through gritted teeth. He’d never had such a fighter before. They must not have given her a strong enough sedative laced with the Lullaby when she arrived.
The girls weren’t given a full dose of the Lullaby until after they’d met their daddy, but they were dosed enough to assure the drug wouldn’t cause a reaction. It helped make them more pliable.
The struggling woman over his lap screaming and swinging her arms back at him was not pliable by any means.
“Fine. Hard way it is.” He shoved the suppository past the tight ring of muscle and pushed it as far into her as his finger would go.
Her scream bounced off the walls.
Keeping his finger right where it was, buried inside her ass, he waited until she started to calm down.
“Just relax, Ariana,” he spoke softly. “Let Daddy take care of you.”
“I hate you,” she responded, though sounded sleepy enough that he removed his finger from her ass and let up on the pressure on her back.
“What did you give me?” she asked when he scooped her up off his lap and maneuvered her onto the bed. Both cheeks were red and wet from all her crying. Her voice hoarse from the amount of screeching.
“Medicine,” he said and pulled the covers over her, tucking them up around her chin. She lay still beneath the quilt, like a board. “Go to sleep. In the morning, I’ll check your ass for bruising, and you’ll take your next dose of medicine the right way, correct?” he asked, leaning over her face. Even after a change of clothes and all her crying, she still smelled of a bakery.
“Leave me alone,” she said softly, closing her eyes and rolling away from him. He watched her for a long moment. The sedative was kicking in, and she’d be asleep shortly.
He flipped off the light on her nightstand and left her to herself. There’d be plenty of new rules and things to get used to in the morning. And after another dose of Lullaby was administered, she wouldn’t be so tough to handle. She’d be easier, more playful.
It would be better for them both that way. Yet, disappointment tugged at his heart as he closed the bedroom door.
She was in a madhouse. That had to be it. Someone had mistakenly brought her to an institution for the insane.
Ariana stared at the girl sitting across from her at the large banquet table she’d been brought to after being forced to bathe and dress. Before she had fully woken up, Nancy had yanked off her blankets and shoved another sippy cup at her. With her hands on her hips and her toe tapping against the carpet, she’d stood over Ariana as she drank the sickening sweet liquid.
Ariana had contemplated refusing the drink again, but as she sat up, the reminder of what had been the result last time had her grabbing the stupid cup and drinking from it.
Nancy had let her bathe herself in the bathroom attached to the bedroom, but she wouldn’t allow Ariana to put on her own clothes. Ariana tried to wrench free of the horrible woman when she yanked the soft yellow dress over her head, but Nancy had pinched her nipple so hard tears sprang to Ariana’s eyes.