Page 36 of Saving Little Jenna
My chest swelled with pride as I looked at Doctor Luke. I hoped he listened to what Daddy just said about being proud of me.
Daddy carried me out of the doctor's office in his arms. I had my arms and legs tightly wrapped around him with Doggo in one hand and the balloon in the other. When I found the same woman giving me a sour look, I couldn't help but giggle again. It was funny how she could let a stranger ruin her mood. Maybe she could use a Daddy to teach her about being happy.
I wasn't one to force my lifestyle upon strangers, but occasionally it was nice to go out in public as my true self. The clinic had no more than half a dozen people since it was early in the morning, so it wasn't like I was trying to force my lifestyle upon society.
Later that night I was in daddy's bed with Doggo next to me and the binky ready on the nightstand.
Daddy laughed when he stepped into his bedroom and saw me on his bed. "Are you done watching cartoons, sweetheart? Every day I need to convince you to go to bed when it's way past your bedtime, but now you're all ready to go to bed so early. What's gotten you so excited for bedtime today?"
Daddy was checking whether I was excited about sleeping in the same bed together or about getting eaten out. Or maybe he was teasing and making sure I still remembered the rewards I was promised.
He crossed the distance and climbed into the bed, which strained and squeaked under the weight of his strong ripped body.
"Isn't it obvious?" I stared at him blankly, taking Doggo in one hand and scooting close to him. "I was promised rewards and I don't plan on going to sleep until I receive them."
"Oh, so you're excited about sleeping in the same bed," he teased with a laugh. "You could've asked for it ages ago. I was just waiting for you to get used to asking for what you want."
Daddy was pretending not to know what I meant. If he wanted me to ask what I wanted sexually, it was exactly what he would get. He was probably checking if I was still shy about speaking out about my desires.
I lifted the hem of my babydoll dress and spread my legs before rubbing my diapered crotch. "It hurts here, Daddy! It hurts! Kiss my boo-boo and make it better like the reward you promised."
A smile crept on his face and he looked at me proudly for speaking my mind. "Aw, my poor baby girl. You took care of it before but you don't have to anymore. Just tell Daddy whenever it hurts and Daddy will make it all better."
I nodded frantically and waited as he slowly moved his hand up and down my thigh. "Please, Daddy. Hurry! I've waited all day for you to kiss it better."
He chuckled and moved his hand onto my diaper. "Patience, Little one. Just sit back, relax and let Daddy do the rest. Kissing boo-boos better is an art and it cannot be rushed."
I did as asked and relaxed my body. When he slowly began stroking my crotch through the diaper, it felt so damn good. When he continued doing it for what felt like an eternity, I couldn't take it any longer.
"Please, Daddy!" I begged as I ground my crotch against his hand. "I badly need your touch. Don't you want your baby girl to feel good?"
He just smiled and watched me with lust in his eyes. He was enjoying the control he had over my sexual release way too much. Wasn't this supposed to be about my pleasure?
When he continued to ignore my beg for touch, I instinctively tightened my thighs around his strong muscular arm and humped it greedily.
"Naughty girl." He lightly pinched my thigh until I stopped and then undid the tapes on the side of the diaper.
It felt so good to let my wet pussy breathe some air. Now if only Daddy would stop teasing and touch me like I deserved.
"You've been such a good girl, sweetheart." He began stroking my bare pussy with his fingers. "You've made Daddy proud by behaving at the dentist. You deserve to be rewarded every day for such good behavior."
I shivered at finally being touched by a man for the first time. I had been deprived of it for far too long but it was worth the wait. It sent jolts of pleasure in my crotch and I let out a loud moan. The fact that he had just called me a good girl was driving me crazy.
"I don't tell you this, but you're also a good girl because you clean up after you play with your toys." A finger moved over to the small pleasure button and rubbed it, causing me to quicken my breathing and squirm. "You've been eating your vegetables too and avoiding sweets. Any Daddy would be lucky to have such a sweet and well-behaved girl."
Daddy's compliments were too much. He knew exactly what to say to turn me on. He was dirty talking and it was turning me into a moaning mess. A girl could only get so wet before going crazy from arousal.
"Yes, Daddy," I managed to say between moans, hoping it was what he expected to hear.
I soon followed with involuntary unintelligible gibberish. Daddy's fingers were like magic, taking me to heights of pleasure my own fingers never could.
"More," I begged when he continued stroking on the outside.
When he switched over to stroking with just two fingers, I knew things were going to get intense. I held onto my stuffie tightly and braced for entry.
Soon his two fingers pushed into my opening, expertly moving in and out. It was a stark contrast to my much smaller and weaker fingers. He continued fingering me, adding another finger soon.
When he picked up the pace, he was practically fucking me with his fingers. The wet sound of his palm hitting my crotch with each push echoed in the bedroom. When he began rubbing my clit with his thumb at the same time, I knew I was getting close. I looked at daddy's handsome face one last time before my eyes involuntarily rolled back into my head.
