Page 34 of Biker's Babygirl

Ginny keeps surprising me. At one point, I’d thought there was nothing more beautiful than a woman’s naked form—and Ginnyisa stunner. She has creamy, alabaster skin and a tiny waist complimented by the full swell of her hips.

But in my maturity, I know there is something even more beautiful than a woman without her clothes on: her submission. Ginny’s willingness to obey, despite the misgivings I know she has, is even more attractive than the round curve of her beautifully full ass.

Stay focused, man.

After I pull on a pair of gloves, I grab the thermometer with one hand and a tube of lubricant with the other. I squeeze out a generous amount and spread it over the tip of the thermometer. Then I set the bottle down and put a firm, steadying hand on her shoulder.

“This might be a little cold, but I need you to stay as still as possible.”

“Um… Duke?” She keeps her back turned to me, and I watch as her skin flushes.

And as sweet as my name sounds on her lips, spoken in her beautiful, soft voice, I much prefer when she called me Daddy. “Hmm?”

“I… I haven’t ever… you know.”

No, I don’t know, but I remain patient and squeeze her shoulder reassuringly. “What, sweetie?”

She turns her head ever so slightly so that I can see her wide, doe eyes. “You know.”

I fight the urge to laugh. I wonder if anyone’s ever told her how adorable she is? I both hope so, and want to be the first. “Why don’t you assume I don’t and tell me yourself?”

She groans, and clenches her eyes closed as though that will make her message easier to deliver. And for all I know, it will. She answers in a rush, her words tumbling over one another in her hurry to get them out.

“I’veneverhadanythinginmy… ah… bottom.”

It takes every bit of self-control I have to force down the laughter building in my throat. She’s just so precious, I want to scoop her up in my arms and assure her it’ll all be okay, but that’s not my job. So I clear my throat and focus on her exam, even though she still has her eyes squeezed tightly shut. “I am going to be very careful and take it slow, I promise, Ginny. And I can’t say you won’t feel anything, because you definitely will. But I’ll do my best to make sure it’s as painless as possible.”

Her eyes open a tiny bit to peer at me, and she nods. Then, without a word, she turns back around. Her back stiffens a tiny bit, but she doesn’t protest when the thermometer pokes at her entrance.

“Just relax,” I murmur, concentrating on my target. “This thermometer is specifically designed for taking temperatures rectally, and the arm is nice and bendy.”

She relaxes, but only a small fraction.

Still, knowing it’s probably as good as I’m going to get, I gently insert the thermometer, being careful just as I promised. “There,” I murmur softly as I turn it on.

“It hurts,” she whimpers.

“Shh,” I soothe. “It doesn’t hurt, it’s just uncomfortable. And sometimes we have to do uncomfortable things.”

“I don’t want to,” she cries, tensing.

The thermometer hasn’t finished yet, so my grip on her shoulder tightens. “I need you to lie still, sweetie. Remember? If you don’t, I’ll have to do it all over again.”

She whimpers again, but settles down on the table.

And almost immediately the thermometer chirps that it’s done. Exhaling, I pull it out just as gently as I’d first inserted it. I read the results and frown. 101.2.

“Well?” She turns toward me, curling her body into a ball.

“You definitely have a fever, honey.”

Her face crumples and she begins to cry.

I don’t hesitate. I reach for her and scoop her up, just as I’d wanted to do earlier. “Shh. It’s going to be okay, I promise. It’s not too bad.”

“I… d-don’t wa-wa-nn-a go to t-the ho-spital!” she wails, burying her face into my gray t-shirt. “I wanna stay w-with y-you, D-addy!”

“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay, honey,” I promise, my heart pulled every which way with this sudden bout of tears. If I had any doubts before, they’re gone now. Ginny has a Little side, whether she realizes it or not. The question is: Does she know that about herself? Does she know what it means? And is now the time to tell her? “It’s just the fever. You’re feeling emotional?—”

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