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“Yes, of course. The only thing she’ll feel will be the tiny prick of the needle I use to numb her.” He puts the first syringe on the counter behind him and pulls out several other items.

I hold my breath as he grips my bicep firmly and swabs the area. When he lifts a much more reasonable-looking needle, I nearly faint. I’ve had injections before, but this is a new land, and I’m not sure what he’s giving me. I don’t trust this stranger. The last time someone injected me with something, I woke up some time later in a cage with the worst headache and stomachache of my life.

A sob escapes me, and I’m surprised when Daddy sweeps me off the table and into his arms. He holds me tight, cradling my head against his shoulder. “Shhh. You’re okay, Little pet. I promise. The first needle will simply numb your arm so you won’t feel the larger one. Can you be brave for me? I will feel much better knowing you have a tracking device in your arm, Rava.”

His voice is so kind and gentle. He hasn’t spoken to me this way before.

“I’ll reward you for being so brave after the councilmember is done. How does that sound?”

Right now, it sounds silly. He can’t bribe me to get a shot with an unknown reward. Who would fall for that?

Me, apparently, because I simply nod. “Okay, Daddy.” My voice is small. I don’t feel brave, but this is important to him. It should probably be important to me. I don’t ever want someone to kidnap me. That would be horrible. But if they did, at least Daddy would be able to find me.

Daddy props a hip against the exam table. “I’ll hold her,” he declares.

“Perfect,” the stranger responds.

Daddy grips me firmly, including the arm that’s about to hurt. “Keep your face pressed against my neck, Little pet.”

I whimper as the man swabs my arm again, and I flinch as the needle pricks me. Bracing myself, I wait for the next needle, but all I feel is the continued firm grip on my arm.

“There. All done,” the man declares.

I lift my head. “Done?”

Daddy smiles. “See? You didn’t feel the rod being inserted at all.”

I twist my arm to look at it. There’s a dot of blood, which the man dabs at. My bicep is red and angry, but that’s probably from being squeezed.

“It will be sore for a few days,” the man repeats. “You can give her something for the pain if she needs it. I’ll leave you some suppositories, just in case.”

My breath hitches.

“Thank you,” Daddy says.

“Call me if you have any issues.” I turn and bury my face in Daddy’s shoulder again, not sorry when I hear the door close. The man with the needles is gone.

Daddy rubs my back. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how you reacted to the mention of suppositories. I suspect you’ll complain of all kinds of aches and pains now that you know I’ll need to push my finger into your bottom to administer medication.” He chuckles.

I purse my lips, my face heating. It’s frustrating, knowing that he can scent my body’s reaction to the suggestion.

Daddy lays me on the table, stretching me out. “Now for your reward.”

I reach up to rub my arm. It can’t possibly hurt yet. The numbness hasn’t worn off, but it’s weird that something just got inserted under my skin. It’s distracting, but not as much as when Daddy removes my diaper. That gets my attention.

He leans over me and slides my hands above my head again. At least I’m on my back, and he isn’t about to spank me. So I let him restrain my wrists as goosebumps rise on my skin.

I say nothing as he pulls something out from under the side of the table, before bending my knee and placing my leg in some sort of padded contraption. I suck in a breath when he straps my leg to the attachment. I stare at him as he moves around to the other side of the exam table to do the same with my other leg.

“Daddy…” I could complain, but the truth is I’m on fire for his touch. I might even be able to scent my own arousal. I’m so stimulated that I lift my hips off the table.

“Such a naughty Little pet,” Daddy chastises in a teasing voice. I’m not in trouble this time. I have high hopes he’s going to send me into that euphoric state again. I start panting when he pulls a thick strap across my hips, securing me further.

Next, he drops the end of the table so that my bottom is on the edge. When he sets his palms on either side of my shoulders to smile at me, I can’t breathe.

“I haven’t even begun to enjoy you, Little pet, but already I know you are the best purchase I will ever make. Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to find a reason to exist?”

“Twenty years?” I say, joking. I figure he’s about thirty, so maybe he started feeling bored when he was ten.