Page 24 of Scythe (Devil Daddies MC #2)

He met Scythe’s gaze. “Grab some gloves and insert that suppository in Winnie’s vagina. You’ll have to hold it in place until it starts to dissolve and then rub the mixture around a bit. Be sure to add some around her inner lips where I showed you the marks. This will heal those stretched areas.”

As Scythe moved between her legs, Razor walked to Winnie’s side. He held two swabs in one gloved hand. Razor had already removed the other glove.

“Winnie, this medicine warms as it heals. You may find it arousing. It’s perfectly normal if you orgasm while your Daddy touches you. That’s why I’m turning this treatment over to him. Stay in this position. I’ll return shortly to finish your exam by checking your rectum.”

He nodded at Scythe before walking out the door.

Winnie stared at Scythe. He picked up a glove and started fitting his fingers into the right spots. “We could just say you gave me the medicine.”

“Razor knows what he’s doing, Chipmunk. We will always follow his instructions.”

Scythe picked up the suppository and studied it. Winnie could see that it was thicker than his finger and about an inch long. He pressed the rounded tip to her opening and gently pushed it deep. Holding his finger inside, Scythe brushed his thumb over her clit. “This isn’t too bad, is it?”

Winnie shook her head. It seemed normal until…. “Daddy, it’s getting hot. Take it out.”

“It’s medicine, Chipmunk. It needs to stay inside you. It’s melting now. Let me rub it around. That will help,” Scythe told her.

Shaking her head as his fingers spread the warm mixture, Winnie struggled to stomp down the pleasure building from the heat and his treatment.

She bit her lip as he carefully applied the medicine along the areas Razor had shown him and plopped a glop on her clit before rubbing his fingers around to coat the walls. Sensations whirled over and inside her.

A moan tumbled from her lips as he brushed over her clit with his thumb. “Daddy! I’m going to explode.”

“That’s a good thing, Little girl. Come.” He pinched her clit, and everything building inside Winnie exploded.

She clapped a hand over her mouth as she shrieked with pleasure. The orgasm seemed to go on and on forever. The heat continued, keeping Winnie on edge.

“Good girl,” Scythe praised her. “You are so responsive.”

The door opened, and Razor entered. Winnie covered her face, trying to hide. Razor said nothing, but Winnie heard him snap on gloves once again. Scythe patted her inner thigh and moved.

“Last place to check, Winnie. Take a deep breath,” he instructed as he placed something at the entrance to her rectum. “Blow that breath out.”

Winnie puckered her lips and exhaled. If only the heat would dissipate.

She struggled to control her response. Razor’s finger slid through her tight ring of muscles and into her bottom in a steady thrust. Still on edge, she climaxed strongly around the inserted digit as he explored her thoroughly. She tried to stifle her excited sounds.

When Razor’s finger withdrew, she decided for sure she could never see him again. Her Daddy had to be upset that she’d orgasmed at the hands of another man. One of his MC! Her cheeks flamed hot with embarrassment.

“Winnie, look at me,” Razor said firmly.

She shook her head, keeping her face covered. Could someone die from embarrassment? Maybe spontaneously combust?

“Chipmunk, let us see that you’re okay. Look at Razor.” Scythe pulled her hands away easily. She obviously needed to build her muscles up.

She glared at Scythe before reluctantly meeting Razor’s gaze.

“You aced your physical exam, Winnie, and you appear perfectly healthy. I’m going to do a few blood tests simply because a doctor hasn’t monitored you for several years and I don’t want to miss anything. Your Daddy is going to release you and help you sit up.”

Scythe quickly followed Razor’s instructions.

Within a couple of minutes, Winnie sat on her bottom, still feeling the heat of the medicine.

She wiggled restlessly. Somehow, Razor’s business-like attitude reassured her that everything was fine.

That it was normal for her to have come during the exam.

Razor certainly didn’t treat her differently.

The slight sting of the needle faded quickly as Razor drew four tubes of blood from her before winding pink bandaging around her arm.

“Good girl.” Razor praised her when she didn’t cry or protest.

“Winnie, you’re done here. I’m going to call in a prescription for three months of birth control. One pill each day, starting when you finish your next period. Scythe, put the packet on the kitchen table and choose the best time to take it—Every day!” he stressed.

“Got it,” Scythe agreed.

“The medicine may affect your cycles for the next couple of months. Your body will adjust, and your periods should get lighter and with less pain.”

She sat up straighter at that thought. Her cramps were usually awful.

“Are your cramps bad?” Razor guessed.

“The worst. Two days before and two days after,” she admitted.

“Heavy flow?” Razor asked.

She nodded. “It’s hard to teach and not have accidents because I can’t get to the bathroom.”

“I can imagine. I’m going to change my prescription based on that information. Anything else I should know?”

Winnie shook her head. “Nothing. Thank you.” She’d never had a doctor who actually listened to her like Razor did.

“You’re welcome. And congratulations for finding your Daddy.”

Razor turned to Scythe. “That medicine will continue to work. No baths or cleanup for three hours. She can have as many orgasms as she can handle. A diaper is a good idea for the discharge.” He opened a drawer and retrieved one, setting it on the counter.

“I’ll give you a prescription for some ointment to use if she’s sore after sex. It heats slightly.”

“Thank you, Razor. I owe you one,” Scythe told him.

“Get me on that ride?” Razor asked.

“I’d love to, but Lucien says no. He always wants you safe,” Scythe told him.

“I’ll be on call,” Razor assured him. “Be good, Winnie. I’ll see you around, I’m sure. And no, I don’t share what happens in my exam room.”

“Thank you,” she said. Winnie was a bit embarrassed but reassured by his calm demeanor. Winnie didn’t doubt he was a man of his word. She also knew her blankie had to contain magic. It had made this scary experience okay.

When he’d left the room, Scythe asked, “Can I stow your blanket in my bag so we don’t forget it?”

“Please, Daddy. Thank you for bringing it.”

“I’ll always watch out for you, Chipmunk.”