“I’m not ashamed.” I was a little too quick to say that because, for a very long time, I had been ashamed of my body and how it looked. Always worrying about being a little thicker around the waist or rounder in the bottom. But now, I was proud of my body and the way my soft curves filled out my Little dresses and onesies and…diapers. Skinny babies weren’t cute at all. “I’m just…shy.”
He finished on my outer thigh and then looked back at me. “Nothing to be shy about either, Cassie. I’m just here to take care of you.”
And then he had to go and say that.
Those were the words I’d longed to hear from a Daddy for so long. I had friends and caretakers at the club who would say itduring a scene, but no one really meant it. Not for real. They just meant it for a specific moment, but never like they actually cared about me. “Thank you, D— Um, Doctor.” Oops. Almost at the other D word. And then that made my dirty mind think of theotherother D word as my eyes trailed down to his crotch.
Was that a bulge sticking out?
It kinda looked like a bulge. Maybe he was just positioned funny, but something was definitely happening in his pants as he carefully removed my panties and folded them up in a small square before he put them beside my foot. The doctor held up his hand to get my attention back where it belonged. “I’m going to touch the skin right at the crease of your pelvis to make sure it’s not tender. Is that okay, Cassie?”
I nodded as I stared right into his eyes. “Yes, I trust you.”
He sucked in a quick breath, and his eyes drifted shut for a moment. Was that a normal reaction? Nothing felt normal anymore.
I closed my eyes too and tried not to think about the fact that this handsome doctor was looking at my pussy and touching the sides of it, and I couldn’t even remember his name anymore. “Excuse me, Doctor.”
“Yes, Cassie. Is everything alright?”
“Yes. I just… Um, I can’t remember your name.”
Even though his mask was up now, I could tell he was smiling by the way his eyes crinkled a little bit. “Dayton Janssen.”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Dr. Dayton Janssen,” I whispered softly. “My hero.”
Chapter 4
Dayton
I looked at naked women all the time and never once had a physical reaction to them. Even the ones who were blatantly coming on to me never got me hard. But this one, this sweet little girl laid out on the table in front of me, had me worried I was leaking pre-come on the front of my pants like a teenager.
Filled with equal parts guilt and lust, I dressed her burns and showed her how to keep them clean and dry. Then I wrote out instructions for her discharge, along with a three-week supply of ointment and gauze, so she didn’t have to worry about shopping for any of that on her own.
Not because it was expensive but because I wanted to make sure she had everything she needed on hand.
When I was done, I found myself stalling, not wanting to leave her alone, but also not able to come up with a reasonable excuse to linger. “All right, Cassie. You’re all set. The nurse will be in with your discharge information and supplies in a few minutes, and I better not see you in here again with candle injuries.” I furrowed my brow but then winked so she knew I wasn’t actually angry with her.
She sucked in a deep breath and then sighed. “I’m gonna be more careful. Every artist has to deal with some kind of pain, but I’ll try not to make mine physical. I’ve got plenty of emotional pain to cover me in that department.”
“Why is that?” Before I could think better of it, I placed my hand over hers and rubbed her knuckles with my thumb. “Is everything okay at home?”
She nodded without looking up at me. “I’m fine. Me and my stuffies are just fine. Thank you for taking care of me, Dr. Janssen.” She finally looked up at me and grinned. “It was really nice.”
Well, fuck, if she needed to come to the ER for a little bit of attention, she definitely had some emotional shit to work out. Instinctively, I pulled her hand up to my lips and kissed the inside of her wrist, not where the burn was but just beside it. “Please take care of yourself, Cassie.” I met her gaze and held it. “I mean it.”
“Yes, sir.” She looked up at me and nodded quickly. “And I mean it too.”
It was a good thing some frat bro came in with a busted-up finger to distract me, or I might have left the hospital to drive Cassie home. I hated walking out of that room, knowing she was going to be left to her own devices, but I couldn’t offer any more than I did. It would be unethical for me to pull her into my arms and inhale that deliciously cinnamon sugar scent that wafted off her.
But it would have been even more unethical for me to ask her to call me Daddy and promise I’d take care of her. It was badenough that I kissed her fucking wrist. What the hell was I thinking?
If she filed a complaint, I could lose my license. I mean, I probably wouldn’t over something like that, but there would be fines involved and more humiliation than I’d feel comfortable with.
I needed to keep my shit together, no matter how sweet and cute that girl was. Well, that woman. Cassie was all woman. And that little strip of hair that pointed right to her glistening pussy was more than enough proof that she was all grown up in every way.
But, to be sure, I checked her file and confirmed she was twenty-five. Thirteen years younger than me.
Way too fucking young for me.
