“Babygirl, are you feeling okay?” I ask as I walk into the room and look at you, concern growing on my face. “You look flushed and kind of out of it.”
“I’m sleepy but I feel okay, sir.” I come up to you and place the back of my hand against your forehead. “Really, I’m okay!”
I frown at you and sigh. “You know my job is to take care of you, baby. You feel warm to me; I think you should take some medicine. I’ll be right back.” Walking to the kitchen, I grin to myself. There’s no better feeling than being needed, even if you have to make it happen for yourself. I pour a double dose of codeine cough syrup into a medicine cup and bring it to you, placing it to your lips. “Here you go, darling. This will make you feel better soon.”
You dutifully drink it down, then take a few sips of water to get the taste out of your mouth. “Thank you, sir. You always take such good care of me…” I kiss you softly and grab a blanket, wrapping us both in it and cuddling you tight.
“I never want my little girl to suffer. I want you to feel good.” I almost add “I never want you to think for yourself” but that feels too obvious. You are mine, your thoughts are mine; neither of us need to say it. I pet your hair gently as the warmth of the medicine works its way through your body.
After a few minutes of cuddling and watching She-Ra, I look at you and see your eyelids drooping. Quietly I ask, “how are you feeling, babygirl?”
You yawn and half-whisper, “I’m sleepy, daddy…” I love that making you feel safe and warm and secure always puts you into littlespace; you give me such power without even realizing it and I eat it up.
I kiss your ear and whisper, “do you want me to carry you to bed? I bet you’ll feel better by morning.” You nod sleepily and I stand up, turning off the TV and picking up the blanket-burrito and carrying you to our room. I lay you down and gently strip off your clothes, making sure to keep you bundled up and warm, then kiss your forehead and softly inquire, “do you need anything from daddy?”
You make slow-motion grabby hands at me and I lay down next to you, pulling you onto me and letting your head find it’s natural place on my shoulder. I pet your hair softly as you drift off to sleep, feeling utterly safe in your daddy’s embrace.
As you sleep, I play on my phone and tickle your back, enjoying your little sleepy coos and whimpers. Soon, my mind begins to turn to naughty things and I start reading stories, but I can’t focus. Not when your warm holes are right here, ready to be taken.
I slide myself out from under you, gently laying you on your tummy and pointing your face away from me, then shifting your left leg out slightly. Your breathing is disturbed, but only for a moment and you go right back to deep sleep. I lean down and run the tip of my tongue along the rim of your ear, eliciting a sleepy moan. I gingerly reach down and start stroking your thighs, further separating them as I do so. Then I cup your pussy in my hand and wait to see if you’ll stir.
When I sense no changes in your sleep, I get a little more brave, running my middle finger up and down your slit gently. No movement, no sounds. I spread you open with my ring and forefinger and slide my middle finger into you, feeling how wet you are inside. I use my finger to distribute your juices around, easing my entry. Once you’re nice and wet inside and out, it’s time. I carefully pull my hand away.
Slowly and carefully, I climb between your legs and place my hands beside your shoulders to get the right angle. Then I balance and reach down, guiding my cock into your wet hole. As I slide into you, you awake with a start. “Wha? What are you doing?!”
I respond gently, “shh, daddy needs to use your little holes. Be a good girl and go back to sleep; you need your rest to get better.” I allow you a moment to adjust to the pressure inside you and I hear you start to drift off again and I begin sliding back and forth inside you, deeper and deeper.
The warmth of your sleeping cunt and the taboo nature of taking you while you sleep combine to get me closer and closer to filling you up by the moment. As that moment approaches, all pretense of keeping you asleep goes out the window and I begin fucking you hard and fast. You awake again and moan loudly. “Oh god, daddy. Please give it to me.” Even half asleep, you know just what to say.
I slam into you one final time, moaning loudly as ropes of cum explode from me and hit your cervix. You instinctively clench down, milking me like a good little slut. I hold still for a moment and then pull out of you, laying down next to you again and spooning you, sleep overtaking both of us. “You really are the best at taking your medicine,” I think as I drift off.
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