I assume this part of the exam won’t be any different than before. And at first, it isn’t. But once he’s gone through the usual movements, pressing in different patterns around my soft tissue, that’s when everything changes.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a set of clamps, and my heart stutters in my chest at the sight of those jagged teeth.
“I’ve wondered for so long how you would respond to these,” he says conversationally as he cups my right breast in his hand, rolling the nipple between his fingers.
“Is… is it gonna hurt?”
“Yes. A lot. Daddy is going to hurt you so many different ways today.” Giving my nipple a hard tug, he smiles down at me. “But you’re going to take all of it, aren’t you, my sweet little Camilla?Because you are my very good girl and you want to make your Daddy happy.”
I wish he wasn’t right. I wish I could tell him to fuck off, to let me go, whatever it took to avoid this fate.
But he is right, and there’s nothing I can do about it. Nothing, but look him in the eye, and tell him the truth.
“Yes, Daddy.”
His smile deepens, and I know I’m in trouble. Because there is nothing I wouldn’t do, no pain I wouldn’t bear, just to see him smile at me that way again. “Good girl. Brace yourself, baby. This is going to hurt.”
Pain lances through my breast as soon as the first clamp closes around my nipple and I arch up with a cry, tugging at my restraints. “Oh, Daddy, no! Take it off, take it off!”
“Shhh, little one. The pain will fade in a bit.”
The feeling of his hands on me, stroking and tweaking my unadorned breast, distracts me somewhat from the throbbing pain. Not nearly enough, but enough that it doesn’t feel like I’m being consumed by agony.
But then he clamps my other nipple. And all I know is pain.
“You have no idea how beautiful you look right now. Panting for breath, struggling to take the pain for me. I’ve never seen a more intoxicating sight in my life.”
His praise washes over me, easing the pain somewhat. Or perhaps it’s my imagination, but either way, it’s at least a bit easier to bear. “Th-thank you, D-Daddy.”
With another of those approving smiles, he steps away from the table and grabs the little stool he uses for his examinations, then takes a seat between my splayed thighs. “Let’s see how you’re responding to those clamps.”
Something cold slides deep into my vagina, and I can’t stop the shudder that wracks my body. And then the speculum forces me open, wider than I’ve ever been before, and all I can thinkabout is how this man I hated just a few short weeks ago is giving me the most intimate exam of my life.
“Just as I thought,” he says with a low, wicked laugh. “Absolutely soaked. I didn’t even need to lubricate the speculum.”
To my surprise, he removes the speculum almost immediately, setting it aside on a metal tray beside him. I can see enough to tell what the tray is, and that there are a variety of instruments sitting on it, but not enough to tell what any of them are.
“I thought about trying some sounding today, but given how often I’ve had to use a catheter on you, I don’t want to risk any further damage. But since that hole is off-limits…”
A familiar blunt object presses against my bottom hole and I instinctively clench against it. “Daddy, no!”
“Relax for me, Camilla Joy. This speculum is going in your bottom, whether you like it or not. It’s up to you how much it hurts.”
Whimpering softly, I force myself to relax. To allow him in.
“Good girl,” he praises in that low, growly sort of voice that threatens to turn me into a puddle right here on the table. “You need to learn to trust your Daddy, little one. I only want what’s best for you.”
A big ask, coming from a man who up until recently was as cold toward me as the instrument he’s working into my bottom. Would he still be, I wonder, if I came back to work for him? Would he revert to his old ways, or was that really just because he was trying to keep things “professional” between us?
I’m distracted from my wandering thoughts when the speculum pushes even deeper inside me, stretching me far more than the thermometer did. The pain in my nipples has dulled to an ache that is renewed every time I squirm or jostle them even the tiniest bit.
Every inch of me is on fire, either from pain or pleasure or some delirious mixture of both.
With the speculum fully inside me, Daddy presses a gentle kiss to my inner thigh, a move so sweet it brings tears to my eyes. “You’re being such a good girl for me, Camilla. I need you to be brave just a little while longer.”
Before I can wonder what he might mean by that, I get my answer. And I realize I may not be brave enough to take everything he gives me after all.
Chapter Twenty-One
