by Pepper North
“Just lay back against the pillows for a minute and let me look at your leg. Is it this one?” He touched her left leg and she cried out in pain. How is the other one?” he asked touching her right leg. This time his touch only evoked a small moan of discomfort. “I need to look at this leg and see if the rest of you is okay. May I take off your jeans?” he asked speaking evenly as he lifted his coat from her body.
She felt so dazed. She decided to trust this Ethan. Olivia nodded slowly. She felt Ethan’s hands at her waist unbuttoning her jeans and sliding the zipper down. His fingers brushed the silky underwear that she was wearing sending shivers up her spine. She watched him closely as he carefully inched her jeans over her hips. Pulling them slowly from the bottom, Ethan revealed inch after inch of creamy flesh topped by a wispy pair of fuchsia panties.
Already, the bruises were starting to appear on her skin. Her left leg was a mass of color across her thigh. She’d obviously slammed into the bottom of the steering wheel on contact. “This may hurt,” Ethan warned as he ran his assessing hands over her thigh. He watched her bite her full bottom lip with sparkling white teeth trying to stifle her moans of pain. “I don’t feel any obvious breaks. It could be fractured, and we’d need an X-ray to see that.”
“Are you a doctor?” Olivia asked. Her voice wavering in reaction to the pain.
“I’m afraid, I’m not. I do have a lot of experience as a field medic from my years in the Marines. I can stabilize this leg until we can get you to a hospital.” Ethan smiled at her trying to reassure her that she was going to be okay. “The roads have all closed down. You must have just made it through the snow gates before they closed the highway. We’re here for a while – probably several days.” He watched her close her eyes in weariness.
Ethan went to his supply closet and grabbed an extra sheet and two thick dowel rods that he used to support a tarp when he grilled outside in bad weather. “I’m going to put some supports around your leg to keep it from moving. Let me know if I hurt you.” Ethan carefully laid the two dowel rods on either side of her leg. They were just about the perfect length extending down slightly past her foot. She wouldn’t be able to walk but she should stay off that leg anyway. Ripping the sheet in strips he wrapped them around her leg until the makeshift cast was secure.
Olivia sighed in relief when he stopped moving her leg. She could tell that he had been as gentle as possible, but the slightest movement had been painful. She relaxed for a minute and then realized, “Hey, that feels better. Thanks!”
He tipped his head back to smile and ran a hand through his light brown hair. It was still cropped close to his head. It was tough to let go of all his military habits. “I thought it might feel better if we got it stabilized. Now, I need to check to see if you’re injured anywhere else. He began pull her sweater over her head listening for any change in her breathing that would indicate pain. The extent of the injuries was revealed as he uncovered her torso. A large, circular bruise attested to her impact with the steering wheel. Ethan tried to concentrate on her injures and not on the matching fuchsia bra that barely restrained her full breasts.
“From the wince on your face, I’m guessing that I’m pretty banged up?” Olivia spoke softly.
“You’re definitely going to be pretty colors for a while,” Ethan predicted. “This may hurt but I need to check if any of your ribs are broken.” He ran firm hands down her sides pressing carefully against her ribcage. “You could have a fractured rib, but it doesn’t feel like any are broken. He pulled a soft throw from the back of the couch to cover her body. Ethan moved his hands up her neck checking her vertebra. She flinched and cried out when his hands touched a large swelling on the back of her head. Sliding his hands from beneath her head, Ethan sat back on his heels to look at her.
“I would guess that you knocked your head on something in the collision. The loss of consciousness after the wreck, your loss of memory and the obvious impact-induced swelling, all combine to point to a serious concussion. You need to tell me immediately if you start having any symptoms like blurring vision or dizziness. The storm is increasing out there. The wreck is blocking the road down to the highway. I can’t get you to the nearest town to see a real doctor for a few days when a tow truck can come remove your car. Most of the time, doctors will prescribe rest and no strenuous activities for a while. We can do that here,” Ethan looked at her seriously. “I mean it. You’re not to do anything to stress your body or mind.” He held her eyes until she nodded slowly.
“You’re falling asleep. Go ahead and rest your eyes. See if you can nap. I’ll wake you up periodically to make sure that you’re okay.” Ethan tucked the throw under her chin and ran a hand down the side of her face. His breath caught momentarily as she rubbed her cheek against his rough hand.
“Thank you, Ethan,” she murmured before giving in to her exhaustion.
Chapter Seven
Ethan stood and looked down at the curvy woman asleep on his couch. He had practiced age play for many years. Two Little girls had enriched his life in the past but the sparks that had drawn him to each one had fizzled out within a couple of months. He had not been right for either one. Regretfully, he had introduced each one to other Daddies and Samantha was now happily matched with Grayson. Victoria had Liam wrapped around her Little finger.
He knew his Little girl was out there. His ‘type’ had always been petite, slender Little girls. Both Samantha and Victoria fit this profile. Yet, standing here looking at the plump woman, his heart was already reaching out to her. He didn’t even know her name and she drew him to her. Ethan shook his head in disbelief.
Turning away from her sharply, Ethan walked her purse where it sat on his countertop. He opened it to check her ID and froze in place. There was a large wad of money taking up a good part of the interior section. He glanced back at the woman on his couch wondering where she had gotten this money. “Was she a thief?” he asked himself. Pushing it to the side, Ethan found her wallet and opened it to find her driver’s license. It read Olivia Davenport, twenty-three and gave her address in a ritzy section of the same town where Ethan lived and worked.
Everyone knew the Davenports. They were part of the royalty of the city. Ethan had even served on an advisory board with Ronald Davenport several years ago. The last he’d heard the daughter was getting married. “Could that be Olivia? If so, why was she here?” Ethan wondered turning to look at the woman he now knew was Olivia Davenport. The only person that could solve the mystery was Oliva herself. He’d have to wait until she regained her memory. Until then, he’d take care of her.
Chapter Eight
Olivia shifted and moaned. She felt like she had been hit by a truck, run over, and it had backed up over her body again. She blinked her eyes slowly beginning to wake up and remember. She felt down her leg double checking that it was still immobilized before trying to sit up. “Whoa!” she said aloud as the room began to spin around her. A firm hand at the small of her back steadied her. Her eyes flew to his face as he leaned over to help her shift her body to rest against the back of the couch.
“Whoa indeed, Olivia,” Ethan said to her with a twinkle of humor in his deep blue eyes.
“That sounds right. I’m Olivia, aren’t I?” she asked pressing her hand against her spinning head. “How did you find out?”
“I took the easy path and looked in your wallet. I’m actually from your hometown, Olivia Davenport. We haven’t ever met. I would have remembered that. Do you have any idea why you’re here in Montana?” Ethan asked trying to keep his tone light, so she wouldn’t panic about her memory lapses.
“I don’t have any idea. I can remember something about a hotel room and I keep seeing a room key card on the floor. I have a pretty bad feeling that it wasn’t something good that sent me here to celebrate.” Olivia stopped and looked at him. “Why are you here?”
“I grew up around here. I come here to get away as often as I can. I hunt and enjoy the fresh mountain air. It’s a welcome brea
k from living in the city and working in a concrete and glass building all day. When I built my offices, I tried to get them to put in windows that opened. I soon found out that the city codes forbid opening windows to coax in fresh air,” Ethan laughed.
“I know what you mean. The windows at Martin and Sons don’t open either,” Olivia shared.
“You work at Martin’s? I’m Ethan Stewart. I don’t know if I should have rescued an employee of my competition,” he kidded her.
“I’ve seen some of your advertising campaigns. You’re good,” Olivia complimented.
“Thanks. I guess I’m glad I found you after all,” Ethan smiled easily at her. “Could you eat some dinner?”
Just then, Olivia’s stomach grumbled loudly. “I’m so hungry,” she hesitated before continuing. “I don’t want to cause you any more trouble. I think I have some granola bars in my suitcase.”
“Don’t be silly. I’ve got plenty of food and you’re saving me from dining alone,” Ethan said. He lifted a big tee shirt from the back of the couch. “As pretty as you are, I’d be okay with you dining in your bra and panties, but you’d probably rather be a little more covered up. Your leg is going to make it tough to put on pants. I figured my tee shirt would fit you like a dress. Would you like to try it out?” he asked beginning to roll it up in preparation for slipping it over her head.
“Thanks!” Olivia sighed. I don’t want to move any more then I necessary. This leg hurts,” she admitted.
Ethan gently pulled the neck opening over Olivia’s head. Tugging the throw away from her torso, he helped guide her arms into the sleeves trying not to notice the jiggling of her full breasts displayed by the fuchsia bra. He braced Olivia against his body as he leaned her forward to tug the tee shirt down in the back. As she leaned back against the couch, her eyes closed in discomfort from the movement. Ethan smoothed the tee shirt over her rounded tummy. “I have some painkillers that you might like to try after dinner,” he offered. “She wouldn’t be happy to find out that they were suppositories,” he told himself.
Olivia nodded her head slowly. “Really? I feel awful now. Could I have some aspirin before we eat?”
“Of course.” Ethan walked into the other room and came back with two large suppositories on a washcloth. He laid the cloth on the coffee table in front of Olivia before kneeling in front of her.
“Those are really big. I don’t think I can swallow them,” Olivia said, her eyes widening in surprise.
“This medication is very effective for pain relief, but it is not a tablet to swallow, Olivia. These are suppositories. They dissolve in your rectum,” Ethan said evenly watching her face to gauge her reactions. There was a brief flash of arousal in her eyes before she masked it quickly.
“I can’t put those in my rectum. Don’t you just have some pills?” She asked in disbelief.
“No, Olivia.” Ethan began to help her lay back down on the couch. “Just pretend I’m your doctor. The medicine will help you feel better quickly.”
She struggled briefly but every jostled motion caused her additional pain. “Ethan, I just met you. I can’t ask you to do this.”
“You’re not asking. I’m glad to help.” Before she could sit back up, Ethan rolled her toward the back of the couch and pulled her fuchsia panties down to her knees. Olivia froze in embarrassment. “It’s okay, Olivia. Relax your muscles so I don’t hurt you,” Ethan urged as he separated her buttocks and picked up the first suppository. Moving quickly, he pressed the first one firmly against her anus.
“AAAAaaaahhh! Please stop. Ooohhh!” Olivia moaned as her body resisted and then when his finger slid smoothly into her rectum. His finger remained imbedded in her tight channel.
“Relax, Olivia. Your body is fighting me. I’ll have to hold the suppository in place until it begins to melt,” Ethan said evenly masking his reaction to the beautiful bottom unveiled in front of him and the clench of her tight rectum on his finger.
“Please, Ethan. Pull it out!” Olivia begged. She was trapped against the couch cushions. She couldn’t struggle without causing herself pain. She was so embarrassed. “Thank you,” she whispered as she finally felt his finger leave her bottom. Within seconds, it returned to push the other suppository deep into place. Her forehead sagged against the cushions. “This is unbelievable,” Olivia thoughts raced in her mind.
Ethan placed the last suppository and noticed that Olivia’s body was reacting positively to his touch. His other fingers rested against her outer labia. Almost immediately, Olivia had become wet with arousal. Not slightly damp but drenched with her slick fluid. Ethan held his finger in place for several minutes. The suppositories absorbed rapidly and had begun to work by the time he slowly slid his finger from her beautiful bottom.
“Ooooh,” moaned Olivia. Already her pain was receding. She was embarrassed that she was aroused. “Maybe he didn’t notice?” she asked herself hopefully.
“Feeling better?” Ethan asked with a smile as he helped her roll over to her back.
“So much better,” she whispered embarrassed as she tried to avoid his eyes.
Ethan stood and walked to the kitchen to wash his hands. He returned and kneeled next to Olivia. Raising her chin with a gentle hand so their eyes met, Ethan said softly, “You don’t need to be embarrassed. You have a very beautiful body. I am glad to help you feel better. Rectal medicine is very effective and works quickly.”
“Is that why you have the suppositories?” she asked feeling a little lightheaded.
“No, Olivia. I have suppositories because I practice age play. Do you know what that is?” he asked gently.
Olivia’s mind immediately began racing. Had he looked in her suitcase? She had tucked a book in there to read while she was staying in the hotel before the wedding. She didn’t know this man. Could she tell him the truth? She knew she needed to answer. Quickly, she decided to lie hoping that he wouldn’t be able to tell.
When she shook her head “no,” he explained. “Age play is a lifestyle where an adult couple decides to live as a Mommy or Daddy and a child. The Little allows his Mommy or Daddy to take care of him or her completely. Everyone is over eighteen. There are no underage children involved. That is child abuse and is abhorrent to age play practitioners. I have been searching for my Little girl for many years. I thought I found her twice but each time, we decided together that we were not the perfect match we were seeking. Both of my former Little girls are now settled with Daddies and are very happy.”
“That sounds good for them but what about you?” Olivia asked a little bleary from the medication. She immediately added, “It’s really none of my business. I’m sorry to pry.”
“You’re not prying, princess. You’re just curious, hmmmm?” Ethan asked. “Do you know anything about age play after all?”
“I’ve read a few books,” she admitted before she could stop herself.
“And you’ve been aroused by the idea of having a Daddy take care of you completely?” Ethan’s eyes seemed to bore into hers.
Olivia swallowed hard. She didn’t know this man. Thoughts raced through her mind as she debated whether to tell the truth. Slowly, she nodded. Her eyes dropped away from his in embarrassment.
“Olivia, there is nothing wrong with wanting to be someone’s Little girl. You deserved to be happy,” he said quietly. “A man would have to be made of concrete to not wish to take care of you.”
Her eyes met his. All the questions and concerns were written across her face. “My family would never understand. I can’t bring shame to them.”
“The Little community takes care of their own. No one would ever reveal your secrets. They have secrets of their own. Your family isn’t here, Little girl. There’s only you and me here. May I show you what your dreams and fantasies have been about?” Ethan lowered his lips to hers and teased them with light kisses.
Chapter Nine
Olivia raised her lips to meet Ethan’s. A thousand reasons why she should say “no” resounded throug
h her mind. Her heart raced. “Could she do this?” Olivia asked herself. Her moaned, “Please!” surprised her. Her emotions had already made the decision.
“Oh, Little girl, you are such a surprise. I can’t believe that you crashed into my life. I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go,” Ethan was blown away by the emotional connection he already had with Olivia. His lips crashed into her and he strengthened his kiss to plunder her sweet mouth. The sweet moans of arousal that drifted to his ears reassured him that Olivia was as wrapped up in their kisses as he was. Steeling his will, Ethan lifted his lips from hers.
Olivia looked back at him shocked. Her lips were red and swollen from their passion. She reached a hand out to touch him as if making sure that he was real.
He captured it in his and pressed it against his heart. “Do you feel my heart racing, Olivia?”
“Yes!” she whispered breathlessly.
“Thank you for being brave and honest. A Daddy doesn’t just take care of his Little girl’s sweet adult body, he takes care of her heart and happiness. I will protect you and what can be ours with all my strength,” Ethan promised holding her eyes.
She nodded slowly. She opened her mouth to say that she trusted him, but her stomach growled loudly making them both laugh.
“More serious stuff later, okay? Now, I need to feed my Little girl,” Ethan smiled as he stood. “I don’t want you walking on that leg until we can get you to the doctor.” He swept her up in his arms to carry her into the kitchen.
Olivia moaned as her body folded slightly in his arms pressing on a very full bladder.
“Is your leg bothering you?” Ethan asked concerned as he froze in place cradling her in his arms.
“I need to use the bathroom, Ethan. If you put me down, I can hop. I’m too heavy for you to carry anyway,” Olivia said turning pink with embarrassment.