It would take an Olympic weightlifter to pick me up like that, though, so I don’t blame Catharina for not even trying. Still, it’s embarrassing and more than a little painful. Just one more way I’ve failed to live up to someone’s expectations.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Worry draws Catharina’s brows together as she brushes a stray curl from my face. “Why do you look so sad?”
I can’t possibly tell this gorgeous woman the truth. Catharina Montgomery doesn’t look as though she’s ever had an extra ten pounds to lose in her life. So I settle for half the truth. “Don’t wanna get an exam.”
Her smile is surprisingly sympathetic. “I know. But it’s Mommy’s job to ensure my Little girl stays healthy and happy. Which means yucky things like doctor’s visits and trips to the dentist.” Eyes glittering with mischief, she leans in. “But it also means things like shopping trips and Mommy eating your sweet little cunt until you scream when you’re a good girl. Are you going to be a good girl for me, baby?”
Ho. Lee. Shit. This gorgeous, filthy rich woman, who could have anyone in her bed wants to dothatto me?
I can’t get the words out of my mouth fast enough. “Yes, Mommy. I’ll be good.”
“That’s my girl. Lie down so Doctor D can start his exam.”
Catharina’s laughter fills the room as I practically throw myself backward onto the table. “There you go, Doctor. She’s all ready for you.”
“I see. Such a well-behaved Little girl,” Doctor D croons as he pulls something over my stomach.
A leather strap, just like on my changing table at Catharina’s house. Uncertainty churns in my stomach, and I look up to Catharina for reassurance, which she happily gives, stepping forward to run a hand over my hair as Doctor D moves around the table, strapping my arms down and then fixing my feet into the stirrups.
“You’re all right, little one. Mommy would never let anything bad happen to you.”
It doesn’t escape my notice that she doesn’t promise to not let anyone hurt me, and I can’t help but wonder if that’s intentional.
“I assume I don’t need to teach you how to give a breast exam?” Doctor D directs the question at Catharina as he lifts my arm above my head to press at my right breast, his fingers moving in a quick, sure circle.
“No, I know how. I’ll be giving Alexis her monthly exams.”
“Good, good. And yourself, as well.”
A smile curves her lips. “Of course, Doctor.”
With the breast exam finished, he settles on a stool between my splayed thighs and humiliation rushes to my cheeks at the knowledge he can seeallof me. All my most private parts on display for this complete stranger. I’ve never had a male gynecologist before, for exactly this reason, and the embarrassment is enough to have me whining and squirming against my bonds.
“Settle down, baby.” Catharina’s words are gentle, soothing as she continues stroking my hair. “Doctor D is just doing his job.”
“Catharina, I’d like to see how she responds to certain stimuli. There is a box of clamps on the counter over there if you wouldn’t mind picking out a pair for your Little one.”
“Oooh, I do love clamps. Let’s see what we have.” Abandoning me, she strides over to the table while Doctor D slides a glove-covered finger right into my pussy.
“Hey! Is that really necessary?”
“It is.”
I wait for more of an explanation, but apparently he doesn’t feel obliged to provide one, and I stare up at the ceiling while he works that finger in and out of me, tears pricking my eyes as I try to pretend I’m somewhere,anywhereelse but here.
“You’re a very lucky Mommy, Catharina,” he says with a chuckle when Catharina returns to my side, with what appears to be a set of earrings dangling from her fingers. They’re silver, with pretty red jewels dripping from them, but I’m not really sure why she has earrings.
Catharina beams down at me, and maybe I’m more fucked up than I realize because that smile instantly calms my skittering nerves. “I am indeed very lucky. I’ve waited a long time for a Little girl to call my own.”
Me. She means she’s waited forme. Maybe it doesn’t matter that I’m not small enough for her to pick up, or that I cuss like a sailor, or that I’m not all sunshine and rainbows like Millie and Victoria. If she’s been waiting all this time for me, maybe I’m actually the one she actually wants.
“And what a responsive Little girl she is.” There’s a hint of pride in Doctor D’s voice as he pushes a second finger inside me, stretching me with a bite of pain that I can’t help but wince at.“Try rolling her nipples between your fingers, I want to see how she responds to a softer touch before we put the clamps on.”
My gaze dips to the earrings in her hand, and I am hit with the sickening realization that they aren’t earrings after all and that if he’s talking about my nipples there’s only one place for those clamps to go. “Mommy, I don’t want clamps!”
“Shh, little one.” Holding the clamps in her left hand, she cups my breast with her right, gently rolling the taut bud between her fingers just as Doctor D asked. “Mommy’s right here. Everything is going to be okay.”
“Hmm. She likes the gentle touch, but not as much as you might think. Give her nipple a little pinch for me, Catharina.”
