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Chapter Thirteen

Natalie

Have I mentioned that I hate doctors?

Even without Doctor D’s extra dash of assholeishness, this is the last place I want to be.

“Is that really necessary, though? Like, I’m sure there are other ways to keep people healthy without all the poking and prodding.”

Completely ignoring my protests, Doctor D shifts his attention to the man behind me. “Evander, would you mind…” He pauses, his lips turning down in a frown. “Why is she still dressed? Didn’t Camilla take her temperature?”

“She did,” Daddy confirms.

“Then why did you… Never mind.” Shaking his head, Doctor D gestures toward the exam table. “She’ll need to be naked for her exam.”

“What? No, absolutely not!”

But my protests don’t stop Daddy from rising to his feet with me still cradled in his arms. “You just need to be brave a little while longer, kitten. Can you be Daddy’s big brave lion?”

“No, thank you. I’d much prefer to be whatever kind of animal gets to wear clothes.”

Doctor D sighs and shakes his head in mock disappointment. “I’m afraid that’s not an option, little Natalie.”

I open my mouth to call him all manner of names that are likely to get my mouth washed out and my ass spanked when I notice the smile lingering on his lips.

He likes this. Not just the medical stuff, which is weird enough, but he’s enjoying my fear. He wants me to fight and to struggle.

Well, fuck you, Doctor D. I’ll be damned if I give you what you want.

So when Daddy sets me down on the exam table, I don’t argue as he strips my clothes from me.

Or when he removes my diaper, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable.

And when Doctor D tells him to put my feet in the stirrups so he can strap me down, I swallow the scream bubbling in my chest and stare up at the ceiling.

“You have a leak.”

“What?” Confusion fills Doctor D’s voice. “What do you mean?”

“In that corner.” I point up to a slightly discolored spot in the far-right corner of the ceiling. “You have a leak in your roof.”

Daddy lets out a snort of laughter. “So you do. I’ll let Maxwell know to send someone over to look at it for you.”

“Thank you, Evander.”

It doesn’t escape my notice that he doesn’t thank me, and it apparently doesn’t escape Daddy’s notice either.

“I’m not the one who noticed. You should be thanking Natalie.”

“Yes.” The good doctor’s voice is slightly strained. “Well, thank you for pointing that out, Natalie. Now, let’s get started on your exam. Evander, did you prep her as we discussed this morning?”

“I did. She’s all cleaned out and no orgasms since last night.”

“Excellent. I’m going to show you how to do a routine breast exam that you can perform at home, but if you’d prefer to bring her to me on a monthly basis, that’s fine too.”

“No. She’s mine, so I want to know how to take care of her.”

There’s something almost sweet about that sentiment, and I’m still determined not to give Doctor D the satisfaction of seeing me break, so I don’t argue as he performs the exam, showing Daddy where to and how to check for lumps and other abnormalities.

“All right, now that we’ve completed that portion of the exam, I’d like to test her reaction to various stimuli. Have you played with her nipples at all?”

“Not yet. We’ve been… otherwise occupied.”

Embarrassment floods my body and I can only pray my cheeks aren’t as red as they feel. But judging by the smug look on Doctor D’s face, I assume those prayers are in vain.

Asshole.

“There are some clamps in that box over there on the table. Gideon enjoyed the ones with the bows on them, but there is also a set with bells you might enjoy.”

“Really?” A smile curves Daddy’s lips as he looks down at me. “Perhaps that’s the solution to keeping you from sneaking out of bed at night. Keeping those pretty little nipples clamped with bells.”

“That seems like a bit of an overreaction, don’t you think?” But despite my brave words, my voice wavers a bit. I don’t know what they mean by “clamped” but anything that brings that much joy to these two sadistic men can’t be good.

“We’ll see,” is Daddy’s cryptic answer as he makes his way over to the table and plucks what looks like a pair of earrings from the box.

Hovering over me again, he smiles, and it takes every ounce of courage in my body not to whimper at that smile. There’s a hard edge to it, a glimmer of the cruelty I glimpsed in Doctor D as he cups my breast in his hand and gives the nipple a light pinch.

As he does so, Doctor D settles on a stool between my thighs and slides his fingers into my embarrassingly wet pussy. “Do that again, please, Evander. I want to test her reactions.”

Outright grinning now, Daddy gives my nipple another, harder pinch and though I manage not to whimper, I do wince a bit. Between my splayed thighs, Doctor D chuckles. “Very responsive. Her cunt is squeezing my fingers nice and hard, Evander. You’re a very lucky Daddy.”

“Indeed, I am.” Daddy’s voice is rougher than usual, and there’s a fire in his eyes that has my breath catching in my throat.

The humiliation and pleasure they’re forcing on me threaten to overwhelm my senses so I reach for the one weapon I’ve always had ready and available to me: sarcasm. “How would you know? You won’t even fuck me there.”

Okay, that was weak, but it’s the best I can come up with when there are two very dangerous men scrambling my wits. But it’s enough to have Daddy sighing and shaking his head. “What am I going to do about your language, little girl?”

“I have something that may help, if you’re interested.”

There’s far too much glee in Doctor D’s voice for my comfort. “We’re doing just fine, thanks.”

For once, Daddy doesn’t seem amused by my response.

The corners of his mouth dip down into a frown and he squeezes my nipple hard enough for me to arch up off the table with a startled cry.

“Daddy decides how you are punished, little one. Not you. And seeing as how you have been warned about your language and disrespect multiple times today, you really have left me no choice.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I promise!”

But my pleas go unanswered as Daddy turns his head to look down at Doctor D. “What did you have in mind?”

Rising from his stool, Doctor D strips his gloves off and tosses them in the trash before approaching the same table where Daddy got the clamps and opening a drawer.

From within he pulls a gag of some kind and a small glass bottle.

“It’s something I created. You coat the tip of the pacifier with this liquid and then strap the pacifier into her mouth.

It’s perfectly safe but I’m told it tastes even worse than soap. ”

A pacifier ? I want to beg and plead, but Daddy’s already made it clear that won’t work, so I fall back on my usual defense mechanisms. “Really? You’re all so fragile you have to gag someone just for talking back? Here I thought you were all a bunch of badasses, but I guess you’re just pussies.”

Doctor D raises a brow at me, and beside him Daddy growls, actually growls low in his throat as he holds his hand out for the pacifier and the bottle. “Enough, Natalie Quinn. I have obviously been far too lenient with you if you think that’s an acceptable way to speak to your Daddy.”

My gaze locks on his hands as he twists open the top of the bottle and pulls free a small brush, kind of like the ones in nail polish bottles.

And obviously my sense of self-preservation has taken the day off because I can’t seem to stop the words pouring out of my mouth.

“Do you have a dictionary in that giant library of yours? Because I don’t think you understand what the word lenient means. ”

“I understand perfectly well that my Little girl is obviously under the impression that her actions come without consequences and that she can be as disrespectful as she wants.” He coats the rubber tip of the pacifier with the glistening liquid from the glass bottle.

When it’s good and covered, he holds it up to my mouth. “Open.”

If that stuff tastes half as bad as it smells, I’m going to regret ever speaking a single word in his presence. Pressing my lips together as tightly as I can manage, I shake my head in refusal.

“Natalie. You can either be a good girl and open your mouth for Daddy, or I’m sure Doctor D has some very creative ways to force disobedient Little girls to do as they’re told. And with the way you’ve behaved so far today, I’m sure he would be all too happy to assist me.”

It’s more the thought of giving Doctor D the satisfaction of hurting me than the threat of any actual pain that has me forcing my trembling lips apart.

Daddy pushes the pacifier into my mouth and I immediately gag at the bitter taste coating my tongue.

But before I can even try to spit it out, Daddy pulls the leather strap attached to the pacifier around my head, buckling it in place.

Looking up, I widen my eyes, letting them fill with a silent plea. I’ll never be bad again, I swear just please take this thing out .

But Daddy only shakes his head. “You were very, very naughty, kitten. So you are going to keep that pacifier in until the end of our visit with Doctor D.” That smile I remember from earlier returns to his scarred face as he holds up the bells he retrieved from the box.

“And we still have to see how you respond to the clamps.”

Evander

Fear flickers across my naughty kitten’s face as her gaze flits from the clamps in my hand to my face and back again. She shakes her head, whimpering quietly, as if that will deter me.

Unfortunately for her, those little noises only make me all the more determined to see what other sounds I can pull from my naughty girl before the day is done.