Page 23 of Scythe (Devil Daddies MC #2)

“ O kay, Winnie. Let’s get the easy stuff out of the way. Step on the scale for me and we’ll get your height and weight.”

Winnie avoided meeting Scythe’s gaze. She hadn’t thought through all the things he’d learn about her. She needed to stop having an afternoon snack while she graded after school. “Ummm, maybe you should wait for me in the other room?”

“Chipmunk, I know how much you weigh. I’ve carried you a dozen times already.”

When she didn’t answer, Scythe added, “I’ll close my eyes, and Razor will never tell me.”

“Deal!” Winnie scrambled off the exam table like it had become electrified. The gown billowed around her, but she didn’t pay any attention. To her delight, no one asked her to put down the lightweight material. “Close your eyes.”

Razor followed her over to the scale and wrote down her weight and height. “I’ve got everything recorded, Winnie. You can go sit down.”

She paused for a minute to move the sliding levers to the left on the old-fashioned scale, zeroing out her weight. Then she darted to the exam table and claimed her spot.

“I think I’ll wait a few minutes to check your blood pressure, Winnie. How about if I check your ears, eyes, and nose?” Razor asked, grabbing the familiar lighted tool from the wall.

Winnie grabbed Scythe’s hand before saying, “Ready.”

The exam was similar to ones she’d had since she was a child. She could take deep breaths. This was easy. Her tense muscles relaxed as she did her best to calm down. In a few minutes, he measured her blood pressure.

“That’s perfect for a young lady your age. Your pulse is a bit fast. I’m going to blame that on you sitting in the doctor’s office,” Razor told her.

“You’re pretty nice,” Winnie complimented.

“Thank you,” Razor answered. “Lie back on the table, please. I’m going to check a few last things. You are doing very well. I bet your Daddy already has a reward in mind for you. Can you let him hold your blanket for a bit?”

Winnie met Scythe’s gaze, and he winked.

That reassured her. Winnie swallowed hard and stretched out on the table as she kept an eye on the blanket thrown over Scythe’s powerful shoulder.

Razor pulled out the table extension to support her legs horizontally.

She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the great rewards her Daddy might get her—ice cream, a vanilla cola, a walk in the park, candy. Hey, what about a puppy?

Razor checked the pulse at her ankles before shifting to press in various places in her tummy. “Let me know if anything is tender. Does that hurt?” he asked.

“No,” she answered, interrupting her greedy thoughts. When she tried to recapture them, the thoughts dancing in her head floated away. Winnie peeked up at Razor’s face. He didn’t seem concerned.

He shifted until he was even with her chest. “Do you check your breasts, Winnie?”

She hesitated and then shook her head. She might as well put the truth out there. “I forget. I’m too rushed because of doing things for everyone else—my mom, my students, my friends—I don’t have time.”

“Scythe shared that your mother just passed. I’m sorry, Winnie. We’re going to take this off your plate, Winnie, and assign this to your Daddy. He’ll make sure to put you first.”

“Definitely,” Scythe confirmed.

“Oh, I don’t want him to have to….”

Scythe interrupted. “Taking care of you is what I love to do.”

“O—Okay,” Winnie agreed hesitantly. She was torn between being relieved not to even think about this and anticipation of Scythe doing this for her.

“Scythe, fold her top down on your side, and I’ll examine Winnie before I show you what to do.”

Winnie felt like she’d been transported into a bad porno.

How was she ever going to look at either man in the future?

Bow chicka bow wow played in her mind as they exposed her.

To her surprise, Scythe was focused. He watched Razor and then followed his directions with a serious expression.

Making sure she was healthy was important to him.

Winnie felt more cherished than ever before.

“Check once a month. After her period is usually best,” Razor shared. When Scythe nodded, the doctor re-covered her chest and patted her on the shoulder. “You’re being an excellent patient, Winnie. Let me do your pelvic exam, and I’ll have almost all the information I need.”

“I’m scared,” she whispered.

“I’ll share what I’m doing as I proceed, Winnie. Your Daddy is right next to you.”

She nodded, trying to be brave.

“Good girl. Okay, you’re going to scoot to the bottom of the table,” Razor instructed as he pressed the table extension back in its storage spot. As Winnie bent her legs to put her feet on the padding to wiggle down, Razor moved the metal stirrups into place.

“A few more inches, Winnie. I know it must seem like you’re going to tumble off, but I won’t let that happen. Almost there. Perfect,” Razor coached her into position. “Scythe, place her foot in the metal cup and wrap the support around her ankle.”

She tried to move her feet and found them bound into place. Winnie squeezed her Daddy’s hand hard when he returned to her side. She didn’t like being tied.

“You’re okay, Winnie. Razor is making sure you don’t hurt yourself by falling. Remember, you’re right on the edge,” Scythe told her as he returned the throw to her. “Hold your blankie.”

She opened her mouth to answer, but the snap of gloves captured her attention.

Winnie grabbed a handful of the material and held it under her chin.

Razor threaded his fingers into the other glove.

He pulled a lamp closer and turned it on as he sat on the rolling stool.

Winnie freaked out inside. He was sitting at eye level, looking at her pussy.

His hands folded the extra material of the gown, creating a drape that prevented her from seeing what he was doing. She bit her lip to keep herself from begging to get up. Her heart pounded.

“Winnie, you’re doing very well. Inhale a couple of deep breaths with your Daddy as I tell you what I’m doing.

First, I’m checking to ensure you don’t have any lumps or spots that concern me, and you don’t.

I’m going to touch you now,” Razor told her.

“Your tissue is pink and healthy. I can see some signs of stretching, which is perfectly normal when someone has sex for the first few times. Your Daddy may need to add a bit of lubricant to assist your natural responses.”

He explored her clit, pulling the hood back slightly. Even that professional exploration aroused her. Winnie tried to shut down her reaction. The heat of the lamp focused on her intimate space, her widely spread legs, and the binding around her feet shouldn’t have been stimulating, but they were.

Scythe moved closer to Razor so he could see as well, and Winnie closed her eyes.

Now, her exposure had doubled. Razor traced along her opening with a fingertip.

“Here are the slight abrasions, Scythe. More lube will allow her to take you painlessly. Especially when you stop using lubricated condoms, you’ll need to address this. ”

“Would oral sex help?” Scythe asked, and Winnie squeaked in embarrassment before draping her blanket over her face. “It’s okay, Chipmunk. Razor will keep you healthy.”

“Definitely, anything that increases her response is great. Perhaps an orgasm or two before intercourse could be all that’s needed. Many lubes would work well to prepare Winnie for intercourse. I’ll send home some samples for you to experiment with, Scythe.”

“Thank you, Razor. Don’t you want to thank Razor too?” he prompted Winnie.

“Thank you,” she whispered, with her face covered. She was glad her Daddy had reminded her to say something. Winnie would have been embarrassed later if she hadn’t.

“You’re welcome, Winnie. Now, I’m going to check inside. First, I’ll insert my finger. No, don’t scoot away,” he reprimanded her sternly.

Scythe wrapped his free hand around her thigh and pinned her in place. “Gotcha, Little girl. I’ll help.”

“Sorry,” she whispered. Winnie continued to hide as Razor explored her passage thoroughly. Thank goodness Scythe was there to guide her in following directions. Winnie melted onto the table when Razor withdrew his gloved finger.

“You’ll feel me insert a speculum. Would you like to see it?” Razor asked.

“No!” Winnie answered urgently. That would make this worse.

“Try to relax,” Razor suggested, as he pressed the instrument deep into her vagina. “Good job, Winnie. Now, I’m going to widen this so I can peek inside.”

Winnie tried to scoot up the table as the device inside her spread. Scythe said a warning, “Chipmunk,” and she halted. With a final click, the medical instrument held her open. The doctor adjusted the light slightly, and the heat warmed a new spot on her inner thighs.

Winnie hoped she wasn’t wet. He kept messing with her. It was hard not to think of her handsome Daddy watching and seeing her most intimate spaces in the spotlight. What he was thinking? Winnie peeked out from under her blankie to see.

“Hi, Chipmunk. Is something wrong?”

He wasn’t staring at the display. Scythe focused on her. He squeezed her hand, and she remembered to answer his question.

“I’m okay, Daddy. Is it almost over?” she asked.

“Almost, Winnie. Everything is healthy here. I’m going to take a few cells from your cervix to run some tests. A gentle poke, Winnie.”

Winnie recoiled automatically as Razor used a long swab to brush against her deep inside. But Scythe restrained her firmly in place. She kept her gaze on him. Her Daddy made everything better.

“Okay. I’m going to step out for a minute to deal with this sample. Scythe, I’m going to let you play doctor for a moment. First, wrap that wide strap across Winnie’s ribcage. She’s wiggly today and having trouble staying still.”

“Sorry!” Winnie whispered.

“It’s perfectly understandable, Winnie. Your Daddy was glad to help, but he’ll be busy for this next part,” Razor explained.