Doctor Daddy’s Long Lost Little by Scott Wylder
CHAPTER NINE
Bethany
The following morning, when I woke up, I felt as though my body was made of lead, and I still could barely move. The sound of cartoons drifted towards me as I carefully peeled my eyes open and looked around. I was in a bedroom I didn't recognize, and I was almost afraid as I thought about the night before.
At first, I was afraid that something had happened to me at the party, and I was in some random stranger's bed with the asshole literally down the hall. I felt as though everything the night before was nothing but a dream, and I was about to see those three men from the party come in and take advantage of me once again.
The more I thought about it, the more I hoped it wasn't a dream. I hoped that Bryce was really back, and I lost my virginity to the sexy hunk of man he was now. After all this time, that's all I wanted it to be, and I was ready to see the truth.
"Good morning, little one," Bryce said cheerfully as he opened the bedroom door. "How do you feel?" I frowned as I looked at him, still dazed and confused.
"I feel terrible," I admitted as I looked at him. "It's like my body is made of lead, and I can barely move." Bryce shook his head as he put down the tray he had carried up with him.
"Oh, that's not good," he said as he approached me. "Let me take a look. I hope I didn't hurt you too much." He threw back the covers and shook his head. "I think I see the problem." I looked down at the bed, and my eyes widened.
The white linen sheets were soaked in blood, making it look like a scene from a horror movie. I never thought that there would be so much blood, and I wondered how I was even still alive. I looked up in horror at Bryce as he looked at me.
"I'm so sorry, Bryce," I told him as I stared at him. Rather than reacting, Bryce smiled at me.
"Let me go draw you a bath," he told me without missing a step. "While I do that, you should drink the coffee I got you. It'll help with any drops in your blood sugar thanks to the blood loss." I frowned a little as he brought me the to-go cup from our favorite coffee shop. "Hot mocha latte with two shots of hazelnut and vanilla, right?" I nodded as I accepted the cup.
"You remembered?" I asked, and he nodded.
"Of course," he said as he made his way to the bathroom, which was attached to his room. "If you want, you can change the channel. I turned on the Saturday morning cartoons for you, but, if you don't like them, you can watch something else. Nothing over PG-13, though." I nodded and started flipping through the channels, finally settling on a Disney movie which was playing on live TV.
Settling in, I took a sip of the coffee Bryce brought me, and I moaned in delight at the warm, caffeine filled drink as I swallowed it. It was as good as always, and I deeply enjoyed my daily dose of happiness as I dipped some more, each sip making me feel even more satisfied as I drank it. It was slowly bringing me back to life, and I was feeling better the more the sugary goodness filled my body. I was about halfway through my coffee when Bryce came out to see me.
"I bet that helped a lot," he said as he smiled at me. "You should let me carry you over to the tub so that you're not straining yourself." He smirked a little as he picked up my naked body, never once distracted by how filthy I was. "If you're a good girl, I might go get you another coffee. First, bath then breakfast, though." I smiled up at him.
"I can't wait to see Maria," I said as he carried me to the bathroom. He raised an eyebrow at me.
"You're not going to the pancake house today," he informed me as he gently lowered me into the water, which started to discolor right away. "I already picked up your breakfast from Maria." I smiled up at him.
"Really?" I asked, and he nodded.
"Of course," he said as he smiled at me. "What kind of Daddy would I be if I didn't take care of my Little?" I blushed and started to rub the dried blood off my skin.
"The water feels nice," I told him, changing the subject. "Did you add some Epsom salt to the bath?" Bryce shook his head.
"Not this time," he admitted as he pulled out a dark wash cloth. "This was to help get all the blood off you. Normally, I would have had you shower first then bathe, but, since you couldn't move on your own, I thought this might help for now. Once we get you cleaned off, I'll freshen up the water and add the Epsom salt to help you out." I nodded as he picked up my leg and started cleaning me off.
"That makes sense," I agreed as he cleaned me off. "The warm water will also help me be able to stand long enough to rinse off and wait for the new bath." He nodded.
"Exactly," he said. "I also have lots of stuff that will help with your soreness." I nodded.
"You weren't kidding last night, were you?" I asked, and Bryce shook his.
"Of course I wasn't," he told me. "It's my job to take care of you now." I started to respond when I heard my phone ring in the other room. Bryce rose to his feet. "I got it." With that, he took off to answer the phone. Within seconds, he rushed back into the room and smiled at me. "Hey, your father's on the phone. He says it's urgent." I nodded and got out of the tub.
"Let me talk to him, please," I requested, and Bryce handed me the phone.
"I'll set up a new bath for you," he told me. "Try to hurry, though." I nodded and made my way to the bedroom.
"Hey, Dad," I said as I held the phone to my ear. "What's up?" Dad sounded mischievous on the phone.
"Well, little miss," he said as he chuckled into the phone. "Who was that man who answered the phone?"
