“Little girls often claim not to enjoy things they think they shouldn’t. But their sweet pussies always give them away. And Isabella’s is squeezing my fingers more tightly than any I've ever felt before.”
As he speaks, Daddy rolls my clit between his fingers, and despite my claims to the contrary, pleasure coils tightly in my core with every touch. And when Doctor D begins to pump his fingers in and out of both my pussy and my bottom, the pain drives me closer and closer to the edge.
“She’s so close, Gideon. Take the clamps off and we’ll let her come.”
With his free hand, Daddy reaches for one of the clamps on my nipples, and for a moment I’m relieved that I won’t have to endure that particular agony any longer.
But my relief is only momentary. As soon as the clamp is released, pain stabs at my breast, even more intense than when he put them on, and I cry out at the fresh waves of agony engulfing me.
The second clamp releases, at the same time Daddy gives my poor aching clit a hard pinch. Pain and pleasure swirl inside me, a maelstrom of sensation that drags me under, and the edges of my vision go black as I’m overcome. From a distance, I hear someone scream, and I’m only vaguely aware that it must be me.
For what seems like forever, they continue playing with my pussy, draining every ounce of pleasure from my body until I finally collapse against the exam table, sweat-slicked and exhausted. A shiver racks my body and I whimper, turning my head blindly, seeking the one man I reluctantly trust to give me comfort.
“Shh, little one. Daddy’s right here.”
I’m somewhat aware of Doctor D pulling away, leaving me empty in his absence as Daddy runs a hand over my hair.
“She did beautifully, Gideon.” There’s a hint of awe and… is that pride, possibly, in Doctor D’s voice? “I see no issues. From her medical records it appears she’s recently had a checkup with her gynecologist and everything is clear, but the next time she visits me, we will want to perform a breast exam. I’ll send Millie in shortly to take the blood draw so we can run a standard panel, make sure she’s healthy where all of that is concerned, but for now I see nothing to be concerned with. If you have any concerns, you can always feel free to give me a call.”
“Thank you, Doctor D. We appreciate it.”
We? Who the fuck is we? I do not appreciate Doctor D and his sadistic “exams”. But I’m too exhausted from said exam to even consider voicing that opinion.
When Doctor D leaves the room, Daddy unstraps me from the table and picks me up, cradling me in his arms. “You did so well for the doctor, little doll. As soon as Millie is finished, we can go meet Juju and Tori for your surprise. Would you like that?”
I’dliketo go home to New York. Back to my normal life. I’ll even stop selling drugs if that’s what it takes to convince whatever higher power might be watching over me to release me from this hellish prison.
Again, I don’t have the energy left to argue, so I simply nod as I curl into the comfort of his arms. “Yes, Daddy.”
Holding me close, he presses a kiss to my hair, rocking me gently from side to side, a movement I find oddly soothing. As if I really am just a baby, being rocked to sleep in her Daddy’s arms.
And even though I know I should hate him, all I can think as my eyes drift closed is how happy I am he’s here to hold me.
ChapterThirteen
Gideon
Isabella is much more subdued after her visit to Doctor D, which is understandable given everything we put her through. Still, it tears at my heart a bit, the way she keeps her head down as we walk down the street to where her surprise awaits. Perhaps I’ll buy her a little something extra as a special treat, especially since we still have another appointment to keep after our time with Maxwell and Jasper.
We’re nearly to the storefront when an excited voice calls Isabella’s name. Beside me, my Little girl’s head jerks up, and it’s a relief to see her eyes light up when she spots Tori attempting to run toward us, her progress hampered significantly by the tight hold Maxwell has on her hand.
My own grip on Isabella’s hand obviously isn’t as strong as it should be, because she breaks free from me with ease, running straight for Tori and Maxwell.
We’re on the sidewalk, with no traffic to speak of, and still my heart lodges in my throat as she takes off.
“Isabella! Stop right there!”
To her credit, she skids to a stop immediately, her dark eyes wide in her face when she turns back to face me. “What did I do?”
She sounds so sweetly confused, I almost don’t have the heart to scold her. But as Maxwell would say, it’s a Daddy’s job to teach his Little girl right from wrong, and even though it’s obvious Isabella didn’t mean to be naughty, she still needs to learn a lesson.
Slowing to a stop in front of her, I grip her chin, forcing her head back as I set my expression in stern lines. “When we are out in public, youalwayshold Daddy’s hand. The next time you take off like that, I will bare your bottom and spank you right here on the street. Am I understood?”
Hands flying behind her to cover her diaper-covered bottom, Isabella nods as best she can with her chin in my grip. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
“That’s the only reason you’re not getting your bottom spanked right now. I’m not mad, little one, but I do expect you to obey the rules now that you know them.”
“I will, I promise.”
