Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
“Of course we will. I’ll leave all these supplies with you as well so you can start your medical kit. You’ll need to monitor Saylor’s temperature every two hours until her fever breaks.”
Max placed his enormous hand on her back tethering Saylor in place. “Hold still, baby.”
Zale shifted the covers to reveal her bottom. Immediately, Saylor pushed a knee into the mattress to turn over. Max’s restraining hold kept her on her tummy. She froze as Zale parted her buttocks. Before she could put the pieces together to know what he intended, Zale pressed a lubricated finger into her bottom. Instantly, she bucked, trying to get away. Max added another restraining hand on her lower back.
“You’ve been drinking cold water, Saylor. We won’t get a correct temperature in your mouth,” Zale told her as he gently twisted his inserted finger to lubricate her tight passage. “Besides, this is the most accurate way to take your temperature. Your daddy will always use a rectal thermometer.”
She froze as he pressed that thick tube into her bottom. Despite her attempts to clench her bottom cheeks together, the cold glass probed deeply into her tight passage. “No!” she wailed and then coughed.
“Sh, little girl. It’s okay. Max, grab one of the throat soothers from my bag. They’re in the front pocket and wrapped in small plastic bags. Pull out several. Those will help with Saylor’s cough,” Zale instructed.
“Give her one now?” Max asked a minute later.
“Definitely.”
“Here, baby. Open your mouth,” Max said.
Opening her mouth, Saylor watched as Max put something that looked like an oversized candy ring into her mouth. A sweet, soothing flavor filled her mouth. She swallowed and felt the mixture coat her throat, calming the burning sensation slightly. Sucking happily, Saylor relaxed slightly. This did make her throat feel better.
Max stroked her hair out of her eyes. “Good, huh? Zale is a pretty good medic. He’s tough as nails with us, but he’s super good with all the Littles. They all love him.”
Saylor thought back to the conversations she’d had with the other women. To be honest, they’d all talked about all the guys in glowing terms. Remembering small things she’d picked up, Saylor decided that Zale had seemed like the one they knew best other than their own daddies. That must be because he treated all their medical needs.
She had almost fallen back asleep when Zale removed the thermometer. Peeking up, she saw him rotate the tube. Her cheeks flushed again at the sight of the glistening lube on the device. He’d put that in her bottom.
“One hundred and one. That’s way too high, little girl. I’m going to give you some medicine now and some for your daddy to administer,” Zale told her.
She closed her eyes as he turned away. Maybe if she fell asleep they’d let her take her medicine later. She always had trouble swallowing big pills. They didn’t want to slide down her throat for some reason. Especially now with her coughing, Saylor suspected that she would have problems.
“Max, I’ll need your help for this first dose,” Zale said softly a few minutes later. “Lift her up onto her knees with her bottom in the air.”
Saylor roused as Max elevated her derriere. She sucked hard on the candy in her mouth as she rallied her energy to stretch back out. Max stymied that possibility by placing a thick forearm across her calves to hold her legs in the right position with her bottom elevated. Before she could grab the device out of her mouth, Zale pressed something thick into her bottom.
“Good girl,” Zale praised her as he continued to do something behind her. She could hear him rustling about, but Max blocked her vision.
“That medicine is going to make you sleepy. And take care of the infection. Your daddy will continue to give you the medicine for forty-eight hours. You are to stay in bed for at least twenty-four hours.”
“Got it, Zale. In bed until tomorrow afternoon. Medicine for two days,” Max repeated as Saylor struggled to figure out what to say.
“Here’s a big ouch, Saylor.” Zale gave her a shot in one buttock. “I’m sorry, little girl. That’s the hardest part of my job.”
“You sewed up my arm without any deadening agent, and giving a shot is the toughest thing you have to do?” Max said, amazed as he rubbed Saylor’s back.
“Okay. Mean Zale is all done,” he announced, covering her ouchie with a bandage. “You’re going to feel so much better very quickly, Saylor. Let your daddy take care of you. Your job is to rest.”
Yawning, Saylor dropped to her tummy when Max removed his forearm that had pinned her in place. She sucked on the throat soother and relaxed. Zale had promised he was finished. He hadn’t tried to trick her. She tried to listen to what the men discussed but lost that battle and fell back asleep.