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He chuckled. “I don’t think you want to saynoto Daddy, Bella mine.” He slid his hand down the back of her thigh where it hovered in the air and gave her bottom a slight swat, reminding her that her butt was red hot from his spanking.
A second later, he gave her heated flesh a pinch.
She yelped, arching her bottom up. “Daddy…”
“Lift your arms over your head, Little mate.”
She hesitated, but when he lifted a brow, she did as she was told.
“Good girl. Now lower your legs too, and spread your knees for me.”
She was trembling from head to toe, partly from the intense release she’d gotten minutes ago, partly from the exposure.
Arion leaned over above her head, held her wrists down, and wrapped something around them. Something soft.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when a snapping noise caught her attention. She gave a little tug and found she couldn’t move her arms.
Her mouth was hanging open as he kissed her gently on the lips. “When you’re on the changing table, I will strap you down for your safety,” he whispered.
“I won’t fall, Daddy.”
“Nope. You sure won’t.” He stretched another strap across her hips, securing her torso to the table next.
She squirmed and tugged, which did nothing but make her feel even more restrained. The effect was shocking. Her nipples hardened and renewed wetness gathered between her legs.
She drew her knees back together.
Arion stepped toward the end of the table. He set his hands on her shins. “Open for me, Little mate.”
Her lip quivered. The moths were back, fluttering around in her tummy.
He stroked her skin, waiting for her to comply.
She thought she might hyperventilate as she opened her knees, exposing herself to this man she’d known for less than twenty-four hours. A man who had done unthinkable things to her in that time. Her mate. The man smiling at her with pride and approval in his eyes.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised as he eased his palms down her inner thighs. He reached down to one of the shelves next before lifting up a warm cloth which he used to clean her skin.
He took his time, wiping away her arousal and the evidence of her release.
She watched without saying anything as he produced a tube of something next, opened it, and squeezed some onto his finger. Holding her folds open with one hand, he used the other to rub the cream into her delicate private parts.
A whimper escaped her lips, and she pursed them to keep from making any sound.
When he was satisfied with whatever he was spreading on her, he applied slight pressure to her pelvis and slid his fingers lower, toward her rear.
She clenched her butt cheeks as her face heated, unable to keep her legs parted so wide.
“Be a good girl, Little mate. Daddy is going to examine your bottom and then take your temperature in the tight little hole.”
She shuddered and shook her head. “No, Daddy. Not there,” she pleaded.
“Yes, Little one. Remember what Daddy said. No part of you will be off limits. I will ease my fingers into your rectum often to make sure you’re healthy, but also to help you get used to the feeling. Eventually you’ll enjoy it and even crave it.”
She glared at him, appalled.
Without waiting for her to comply, he slid a finger to her naughty hole and stroked the sensitive outer skin. His other hand slid lower to hold both her legs open and steady.
“I’ll be gentle this first time, Bella mine. I’ve heard Little girls can be very embarrassed when their Daddies first penetrate their bottoms.”
