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“Everyone should take a multivitamin. Do you like swallowing big capsules?” Razor asked.

“No,” she said, shaking her head.

“Most Littles do not.” Razor stepped away and stripped off his gloves to open a cabinet. He removed a canister and shook medicine out onto a gauze pad before opening a drawer and removing a cylindrical device. He returned, gloved up again, and inserted a large suppository in her bottom.

“Oh!” she gasped at the feel of the invader inside her. Inside, Rosa loved the idea that her Daddy would care for her so intimately. Street had always rewarded her with an orgasm when she didn’t make too big of a fuss for her antibiotics.

“I think Rosa deserves a reward, Street. How about if you check if Rosa enjoys this while I gather my tools to collect some blood?” Razor handed him the wand and pressed the button on the bottom to start the vibration.

Rosa struggled to find something to say as her Daddy accepted the vibrator. Razor turned away and busied himself at the counter, gathering supplies. Street allowed her legs to relax against the table and pressed the rounded head to her pussy.

“Not here, Daddy!” she whispered desperately.

“This is your reward, Dinorosa. Littles get a special prize when they are as brave as you,” Street explained as he wet the head in her juices and glided the vibrator up her pink folds to hold the buzzer directly over her clit.

Before she could protest further, the sensations swirling inside her exploded into pleasure. “Ahh!” she moaned, and her body started shaking.

Street kissed her temple and lifted the vibrator from her pussy. “Good girl.” Street eased from behind her and shifted Rosa’s limp body to relax on the length of the exam table. He adjusted the sheet to drape over her lightly as she rested.

She could hear Razor moving quietly in the room. Surprised to discover she didn’t care, Rosa basked in the lovely peaceful feeling that filled her after her orgasm.

A minute later, Razor said, “Just me,” before touching her arm.

Rosa didn’t even open her eyelids. Her Daddy was there. He’d watch over her.

Razor attached the rubber strip around her upper arm and searched for a vein. A moment later, a cold alcohol swab ran over her skin and then a prick followed. Rosa hardly felt the needle. After a short time, Razor released the tourniquet and applied a pressure bandage.

“She’s ready to go home and be spoiled. Stop by my office to pick up a beginner pack of birth control and some vitamins. Come back Wednesday, and I’ll have her prescriptions ready for her,” Razor said before patting her hand. “You did really well, Rosa. I’m proud of you. If you ever want to talk to me about whatever’s on your mind, I’m glad to help you work through everything.”

“Thanks, Razor,” she whispered, smiling up at him. Visiting him wouldn’t be as scary next time.

“You’re welcome, Rosa. And Street, the vibrator is yours. That’s the best treat I have,” Razor told him.

“I can attest to that,” Street said with a chuckle. “But I’m not sharing that you have these stocked with my brothers.”

“Smart. I would have a booked schedule every day if you did.”

Chapter 19

Three weeks later, Street watched Rosa walk out of the large, industrial building. She’d refused to allow him to accompany her inside, wanting to be independent. He loved her fire but worried about her safety. The first few sessions, Street had remained in the borrowed truck after dropping his Little girl off during Rosa’s two-hour class.

Fury had collected information about several plumbing programs. His conversations with other experts in the field had led him to recommend this applied plumbing coursework. Rosa had interviewed at three different places. Two had other women enrolled. This school currently only had men registered.

Street had worried that Rosa was making the wrong choice, but she was steadfast that this was the school she wanted to attend. Since he hadn’t picked up on any negativity from the instructors they’d spoken with about female students, he’d encouraged her to make the decision.

He had required her to wear an easily accessible panic button every day. Rosa hadn’t protested but had simply rolled her eyes at his overprotectiveness and attached the device to her T-shirt. Street had also insisted on driving and picking her up. Sometimes alone, sometimes with a whole posse of Devil Daddies.

The MC had made an impression. Not the one he’d expected. A bunch of the students had approached eagerly to share pictures of their bikes and to ask about membership. Her class of fifteen other students had even met twice at Inferno. Once for fun at night and another time during the quiet of the afternoon to study together. As far as he knew, none of the men targeted Rosa for being a woman. They definitely hadn’t been stupid enough to try to date her.

When she spotted him getting out of the truck to open the door for her, Rosa’s steps quickened. She smiled and waved as her backpack bounced against her spine. Seeing her face light up at seeing him thrilled him. Just as her presence made him automatically happier, he seemed to have the same effect on her. His Little girl was absolutely perfect.

When Rosa reached up to grab her backpack to hand it to him, Street spotted a large gauze bandage on her finger. Instantly, he took the bag from her and kissed her lips lightly before helping her into the passenger seat.

“What happened?” he asked, standing between the truck body and the open door.

“My stupidity.”

“Pardon me?”