Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 49530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Doc pressed his fingers against one breast and moved in a clockwise fashion around the mound, looking for anything concerning as he described in detail what he was doing for Talon’s reference. Elizabeth had a difficult time listening to his directions. She could only focus on his probing touch. He finished by squeezing and pulling on her nipple before checking the other side.
“Everything feels great, Elizabeth. Almost done,” Doc promised as he removed the towel from her body, leaving her naked on the table.
“Wait!”
“Just a few minutes, Elizabeth. Would having your stuffie back make you feel better?” Doc asked.
“Y… Yes,” she said, knowing her voice revealed her emotions.
“Then, let’s make that happen.”
Doc looked up at Talon. “You can release her hands. She’s going to be a good girl, I can tell.”
Elizabeth nodded without really knowing what she was promising to behave for, and her Daddy released her hands.
Free, Elizabeth pulled Borscht to her chest to cuddle. Suspicious, she watched as Doc motioned Talon to the side of the table.
“We’ll shift her body to the bottom edge of the table,” Doc instructed.
The two men slid their hands under the cushion and her upper back and moved her down the exam table. Talon followed Doc’s movements as the medic bent her legs and secured them into the stirrups he pulled from below the surface of the table. Elizabeth tried to kick her legs free but the straps around her ankles and upper calves held her firmly in place.
“You don’t have to tie me,” Elizabeth complained.
Both men just looked at her to remind her they’d just seen her try to get loose. “You’ll be safe now, Little one,” Doc said in an even tone.
He stepped between her widely stretched legs and motioned Talon to move closer. With a click, Doc turned on a standing lamp. Adjusting it so the light fell on her most private area, Elizabeth knew they could both see how wet she was as well as everything else about her.
I’m never going to be able to look at Doc again.
“You had sex last night?” Doc asked as he pulled on gloves.
Elizabeth wanted the earth to open and swallow her up. Talon answered him easily.
“Three times last night. She did soak in a warm bath this morning.”
“Smart. Another bath tonight wouldn’t hurt. Her tissues are still enflamed,” Doc said, stroking her inner labia with his fingers as he probed for tender spots. “She lubricates well, but you may wish to add more during prolonged love making.”
“Gotcha,” Talon said and noted it on his phone as Doc sat down between her thighs.
“You’ll feel my fingers enter your vagina, Elizabeth. Try to relax.”
After a careful digital exam, Doc stood and ran the warm water before holding a plastic device Elizabeth hated in the flow. Retaking his seat, he warned, “Now, I’ll insert the speculum.”
Elizabeth sighed with relief. It wasn’t the cold metal thing her regular doctor used. The warmed one was invasive but not shiver inducing.
“Your cervix looks good. Are you up to date on your pap smears?” he asked.
“I just had it a couple months ago,” she assured him.
“Good girl,” Doc praised her as he withdrew the speculum. “I’m all done. That didn’t hurt, did it?”
“No,” she whispered, and Doc rewarded her with a pat on her inner thigh.
“Let me get you cleaned up, and you’ll be ready to head back to your apartment for a nap,” Doc suggested.
Before she could protest that she could take care of herself, Doc grabbed a moistened wipe. He had all the lubricant and juices from between her thighs, buttocks, and even the tops of her thighs cleaned quickly.
Soon, the men released her legs and Talon scooped her up in his arms. Doc draped the towel over her body so she wouldn’t get cold in the hall and opened the door. Her Daddy carried Elizabeth and Borscht back to their apartment and straight to bed.
“Naptime, Little girl. How about I read you a story?”
“I’m not tired, Daddy,” she protested.
“We’ll see,” he suggested, pulling a book from the shelf under the nightstand.
Elizabeth didn’t see any of the pictures after the first three pages.
Chapter
Eighteen
That evening at dinner, Elizabeth was starving. She ate three of Gabriel’s famous tacos and a pile of the best guacamole she’d ever eaten.
Harper leaned over to whisper in her ear, “Daddy’s bottom treatment makes me hungry, too.”
Elizabeth’s jaw dropped open. After she got over her shock, Elizabeth whispered back, “How does he know?”
“Just be glad he’s not your Daddy,” Harper said with a smile, showing Elizabeth she didn’t mind Doc’s treatments at all.
“I feel so much better,” Elizabeth confessed.
“Me, too. We all do,” Harper shared.
“You’re not mad he examined me?” Elizabeth felt she had to check.
“Not at all. Because I know he made you better.”
Impulsively, Elizabeth leaned over to hug Harper. “What a special person,” she thought before realizing Harper didn’t have anything to worry about. Just as Doc had said, her Daddy loved her above all things.