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Chapter Twenty-One
It had never occurred to Devaney that she could come more than once in a day, never mind half a dozen times within the space of a few hours, but here she was: five down and headed to six.
Eric had used his mouth on her, pushed his clever fingers into her pussy again for the second one; spread her pussy wide open with a speculum in a way that resembled visits to her actual ob-gyn not at all and used some wicked suckling toys on her nipples and her clit to force her to come when she wouldn’t have thought it possible while being prized open and on display like that for the third. He’d had her face down, ass up on knees and elbows with her belly being filled with a cleansing enema and used a vibe on her clit to coax the fourth climax from her sweat-damp, rubber-limbed body, and for the fifth he’d edged her mercilessly as she lay bound over that damn foam wedge while inserting progressively larger dilators into her ass before devouring her cunt again and—holy shit—even licking the ring of muscle stretched tight around the biggest dilator. That had been, just, wow.Wow.
And now after easing the thick metal out from between her cheeks, he stripped off his gloves once again and was rubbing her trembling muscles. What was she exhausted for anyway? He’d been doing all the work. All she’d had to do was lay here and take what he gave her. And gave, and gave, and gave her. My goodness.
She loved the feel of his rough chin and cheeks on her back as he kissed from the top of the cleft of her backside all the way to her nape and sighed happily when he nuzzled her neck.
“You doing alright, buttercup?”
“This might be the most relaxed I’ve ever been in my life,” she replied, surprised she was even functional enough to form a complete sentence.
Eric chuckled in response, his breath warm on her skin. “That’s what I like to hear. Think you can handle one last ‘procedure’?”
“If it is what I think it is, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Some people might have minded the break in the game, but she liked being able to talk to him without the barrier of their role play between them, paper-thin though it might be. It made her feel like she was more important than the part she was playing and that she shouldn’t feel bad if she ever needed to poke a hole in the tissue of their play. In case she, Devaney, needed him, Eric, Daddy.
“Neither would I, Devy. Let’s get you turned over and give you some water before that, though. You hungry, too?”
“No, Daddy.”
She couldn’t imagine eating right now, although she’d probably be ravenous in a few hours. If she were even conscious, that was. Hell, she was half drowsing as he helped her turn onto her back and gave her another sippy to drink from.
Eric was tidying some things up while she drank her water and took a little rest but soon he was back by her side which was precisely where she liked him. Liked it even more when he bent to kiss her forehead and smooth her hair.
“Want to be restrained for this part or no?” he asked her, thumb tracing her collarbone.
“Mmm…” What did she want? It took a minute of running through the various scenarios in her head before she decided, but Eric was patient as usual. “Wrists yes, ankles no? For this time?”
“You don’t have to ask me, babygirl. If I had a strong preference, I’d tell you what I wanted and check if it was okay. For this, though? Stuffing your sweet little pussy full of dick? I’ll take it any way I can get it, it’s going to be heaven no matter what.”
It’s not that his language shocked her exactly—what would shock her anymore after the paces he’d put her through?—but it still made her blush. And want. And wonder too.
“Daddy?”
“Yeah, buttercup?”
She liked when he called her that, made her feel like a princess.
“Can I sleep with you tonight? Or do you always want me to sleep in the hospital room?”
“I’d love to have you in my bed tonight. And pretty much any other night too. I do like the idea of you sleeping in the inpatient room when you’re not feeling good—makes it easier to treat you. Plus I just…like it. I don’t know that there’s more to it than that. We can figure out some combination of what makes us both happiest though, and nothing has to be set in stone. Sound good?”
“Perfect.” She gave him a smile, which he responded to with a kiss on the tip of her nose. Silly Daddy.
“Good. Now if you’re ready, Miss Norfolk,” Eric said with a wink, “I think it’s time for the last part of your exam.”
What could she do but breathe, “Yes, Daddy”?
* * *
As requested, Eric buckled her wrists back into the restraints at the head of the exam table. It was easier to enjoy their games and not think too hard about why she enjoyed playing them when she was tied down. Easier to convince her brain there was simply nothing to be done, even though she knew she could object at any time and everything would come to a screeching halt. She didn’t want to stop, she wanted to keep barreling down this road.
“Well, Miss Norfolk, everything looks good so far. You’re a healthy young woman with normal sexual responses. There’s only one last procedure I’d like to do, and it’s essential to ensure your sexual well-being.”
“Of course, Doctor.”
