Page 50 of Street

In a moment, Razor was by her side with a soft sheet. “You’re cold, Rosa. Let’s drape this around your shoulders.”

“Thank you,” she said gratefully as she huddled under the material, wishing for her Devil Daddies blanket.

Razor checked her ears, nose, throat, and eyes before fitting his stethoscope into his ears. “You’ll have to drop the cover so I can listen to your lungs.”

Street pried the material from her fingers and held her hands as Razor listened to her heart and lungs. “You’re fine, Dinorosa. You’re being so good,” he reassured her. Rosa kept her eyes on her Daddy. She was so glad he was here.

“On your way to that premium treat,” Razor teased. “Lie back. I’m going to check your breasts and tummy before I do the pelvic exam, Rosa.”

Thinking furiously, she tried to come up with an excuse to avoid that part. Her breasts were so sensitive. Any touch seemed to trigger her arousal. Razor would immediately see when he did her exam.

“Razor understands Little girls, Rosa. Don’t worry,” Street said.

Begging her Daddy with her eyes to get her out of this, Rosa held her breath as she waited for his reaction.

“Rosa, I promise all your secrets will remain with your Daddy and yourself. Anything we discuss or that happens here is private information,” Razor said quietly, drawing her attention away from Street.

Razor’s gentle eyes reassured her. After a second’s hesitation, Rosa nodded and allowed Street to help her settle on the padding. She focused on the spot right above her and couldn’t stop a laugh from bursting out of her mouth. Someone had plastered a cartoon on the ceiling, depicting a stiff, arched cat hanging upside down from a branch. The words underneath read “I’m perfectly fine!”

“Honey picks those out for me,” Razor said. “She wants her friends to have something funny to read.”

Razor pressed several spots on her tummy. “Does this hurt, Rosa?”

She shook her head, reading that funny line over and over.

“I’m glad. I’ll do your breast exam. Do you check your breasts for changes every month?” Razor asked.

Rosa hesitated and then shook her head to tell the truth.

“It’s important to learn what your tissue feels like so if you find something different you can identify a potential problem as soon as possible. Your Daddy is going to take this over for you.”

“Street, the Saturday after her period ends, I want you to press in a circular pattern like this.” Razor’s fingers pushed gently into her skin, rotating around her breast. “Be sure to check under her nipple as well. Assess the other breast to make sure everything is okay, Street.”

Holding herself still as the men touched her, Rosa thought of a million things at once to distract herself. She could feel herself getting wet between her thighs, like there was a direct “I’m excited” nerve that linked her sensitive mounds to her pussy. Razor was going to know.

“Perfect. Just like that. Anything you’re concerned about?” Razor asked him.

“No. But you examine her as well to make sure I didn’t miss anything,” Street requested.

Rosa bit her bottom lip to keep from protesting. Razor efficiently examined her breast. The sensations seemed overwhelming as the stimulation continued.

“Rosa, your Daddy did well. Everything appears healthy. Feet up in the stirrups so I can finish your exam,” Razor told her, spreading the sheet back over her torso.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Rosa tangled her fingers in the soft material as the men fitted her heels into the metal cups. To her surprise, they wrapped a band around her calves to attach her firmly to the support. Instantly she struggled, shouting, “No! Let me go!”

The bands eased within a second. She pushed herself up to sit and tossed the cover onto the ground. Her breath came in heavy pants.

“You’re okay, Rosa. I’m sorry I scared you. Your Daddy’s ready to wrap his arms around you if that helps you,” Razor’s voice seemed to come from a long distance away. Rosa concentrated on the words as she struggled to process what the doctor had said.

“Can I touch you, Rosa?” Street asked softly.

“Daddy!” She turned and threw herself against his hard chest. When his arms closed around her, Rosa melted.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” she babbled, repeating herself over and over as Street rocked her gently.

“You’re safe, Little girl. No one here is going to hurt you,” he said, hugging her tight.

Razor didn’t ask questions. He didn’t talk at all but stood quietly, letting her Daddy comfort her.