“Come on, Little Pet. Open your eyes for Daddy,” he gently says. “You can do it. Come on, Little Pet. Be a good girl for Daddy.”
Sighing, I crack my eyes open, and Daddy smiles down at me.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers. “I want you to suckle on this and drink every single drop. Can you do that for me?” he asks as he shakes a bottle above my head.
He wants me to drink from a bottle? Does he think I’m a baby?
But before I can say anything, Daddy turns the bottle upside down and rubs the nipple against my lip.
“Come on, Little Pet. You need to eat something,” he encourages. “It will help with the stomach cramps if you eat something. I bet you must be really hungry. This will help you with it. Come on, Little Pet.”
I open my lips. He pushes the nipple in my mouth and shakes the bottle once again.
“Come on,” he repeats. “Start suckling.”
Ronal gives the bottle a little squeeze, and the liquid fills my mouth. My eyes widen a fraction as I look at the bottle. What is this flavor, and why does it taste so good? Why have I never tasted something like this before?
I quickly suckle, trying to get as much in me as possible. The way the flavor bounces off my taste buds with each drink puts a smile on my face.
“Whoa, Little Pet. Everything is okay. You don’t have to drink so fast.” Daddy pulls the bottle a little.
Without thinking, I put my hands up and grab the bottle, keeping it in my mouth so I can keep drinking from it. Why didn’t he tell me sooner that it tasted so amazing? I wouldn’t have kept my eyes or mouth shut if I knew it would taste so good.
I can definitely die happily after drinking this.
“Slow down, Little Pet. I don’t want you sick,” he urges me. “You haven’t eaten anything in a while. I don’t want you to make yourself sick.”
I won’t get sick, though. But as I drink, my stomach starts to protest, cramping at the deliciousness filling it.
“Nora, slow down.” He pulls the bottle out of my mouth.
Tears pool in my eyes, but my body heaves before a single drop can roll down my cheek.
“Take a deep breath in slowly. You’re okay. Everything is going to be okay,” he gently says. “Just take several deep breaths and slowly let them out to calm your body.”
I wrap my arms around my stomach as it cramps once again. Before I can stop myself, I roll my head to the left and throw up everything I just drank onto his legs and floor.
“Shhh, you’re okay,” Daddy whispers, wiping my mouth with his sleeve. “Everything is going to be okay. If you need to vomit again, that’s not a problem.”
I shake my head and close my eyes, letting the tears fall. I can’t believe I just threw up in front of him. Why couldn’t I have kept it all in?
Nothing is going my way.
“You’re okay.” Daddy moves me so he’s hugging me now. “We’ll slowly let you drink it.”
I nod and take a deep breath. He maneuvers my body so I’m lying down, my head in the crook of his arm as he holds the bottle in front of me. I open my mouth before I can even think about it, and he pops the nipple in my mouth.
Immediately, I start suckling, growing faster and faster, so I can get as much in me at one time.
“Nora, you need to slow down.” He pulls the nipple out of my mouth once again.
The tears roll down my face as I stare up at him. Why is he being so unkind to me? Why can’t I just drink at my own pace and feel happy?
“You’re going to make yourself sick again. I don’t want you to vomit again,” he reminds me.
“But I’m hungry,” I whisper.
“You can drink it slowly, so you don’t shock your body and make all come back up again.” He gives me a look. “I don’t want you to get sick. So you are going to slowly drink it.”
