I don’t give her any platitudes. No false hope that it will stop hurting soon enough. Whatever else I may be, I am not a liar.
Driven by that darkness inside me, I roll the wheel over her nipple, drawing a high, sharp cry from her lips. And when I look down, there are tears shimmering on her lashes.
My cock jerks at the sight, and it’s all I can do to restrain myself from completing her exam then and there. I want more, I want to take her to the very edge of sanity, as close as I possibly can to her breaking point.
And then I want to watch her shatter for me.
Turning my attention to the opposite breast, I repeat the torture, and am rewarded with a gasping sob.
“Daddy please. Please.”
My beautiful little girl. My sweet sunshine.
My greatest temptation.
It isn’t until she’s openly crying that I finally stop and set the wheel aside. Then, and only then, do I remove the speculum from her bottom hole and free my cock from my pants. There is still a bit of lube in her bottom, not nearly enough to ensure an easy entrance, but enough that I won’t have to worry about tearing.
With that in mind, I grip my cock, guiding it to the winking star of her anus. And as I push inside, her sobs grow louder, her head thrashing from side to side.
“It hurts! Daddy, please! It hurts!”
But despite her pleas, her body tells a different story. Her pussy is still gushing with arousal, and when I brush mythumb over her clit, her entire body contracts around my cock. Squeezing it to the point I see stars as I bury myself completely in her bottom.
“Shh, little one. We’re almost done with your exam. Daddy just needs to check one more thing and then we can be done. Can you be my big, brave girl for just a little while longer?”
Watery eyes meet mine, and for a moment, I’m certain she’s going to refuse. But then she nods, slowly and almost imperceptibly, but a nod all the same.
“Y-y-yes, Daddy.”
Those words, issued in that broken, trembling voice, snap something inside me. Wrapping one arm around her upper thigh, I brace myself as I pull back and slam into her tight little asshole. A cry rips from her throat, a scream that is nearly inhuman.
With my free hand, I stroke her clit, using everything I've learned about her since she became my Little girl to drive her closer and closer to the edge as I fuck her bottom without mercy.
I am lost to my own demons, the educated doctor stripped away, laying bare the primal beast within. All I know is the need to conquer and claim andown.
With every thrust, the need inside me claws ever more urgently at my chest. Until, at last, it bursts free and I bury myself as deep as I can into my Little girl’s bottom one final time. As I fill her most forbidden place, her screams echo around the room, her body convulsing, contracting around me, and for a moment my vision goes black around the edges, so intense are the waves of pleasure battering me.
Collapsing against the table, she stares up at the ceiling, her eyes shimmering both with the glaze of pleasure and the tears slipping silently down her cheeks.
And as I watch her lips curve slowly upward into a satisfied smile, I know without question I have found the other half of my soul.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Millie
It’s been two days since my first exam as Doctor D’s Little girl and my body is still recovering. My nipples are still sensitive to even the softest touch, and my bottom aches with every step.
But Daddy has been… amazing. When we returned home from his office, he immediately carried me upstairs for a warm bath, complete with the organic bubble bath he purchased from the spa. Afterward, he wrapped me in the fluffiest robe I’d ever seen and fed me a bottle in the glider while reading my favorite book out loud to me.
There’s been chocolate cake, plenty of cuddles, ice-cold milk, and constant streams of praise. Oh, and not a single spanking. Not even a warning swat when I get mouthy, like I did last night after he told me it was bedtime. All he did was bundle me up and carry me to my nursery, cooing about how fussy Little girls get when they stay up too late. It’s almost like he’s a completely different person.
If I’d known this was what having him for a Daddy would be like, I might not have fought him so hard at the beginning.
“Camilla, be careful. You almost tripped, baby.”
Looking down, I spot the toy horse nearly a foot away from me and I have to fight the urge to roll my eyes. Not only has Daddy been amazingly attentive, he’s also been wildly overprotective. Which wouldn’t normally bother me, but when I can’t go two minutes without him warning me towatch outorbe careful, it starts to fray the nerves a bit.
“I’m fine, Daddy.”
