Devaney’s Doctor Daddy by Honey Meyer
Chapter Twenty
Eric started the exam with the usual sorts of things—checking her heart rate, her lungs, eyes, ears, throat. Of course he did those things in a way that would have seemed inappropriate for an actual doctor. He stood too close, lingered too long, brushed his fingers and knuckles over her skin in a way that was not, strictly speaking, necessary.
It all made her squirm and painfully aware of her body. How her breathing was fast and shallow, and desire was coursing through her. Yes, touch me, please. When do we get to the outright dirty stuff? Outright because she couldn’t deny there was something deeply pervy and arousing about what he was doing and wow did she like it. So much.
“Okay, Miss Norfolk. Time to lay back.”
Her pussy pulsed at his words—had she been saving up all of her erotic energies since things had gone south with Carter? Because she felt like Eric could simply look at her and she’d get wet. Or maybe that was Eric. Kind, gentle yet dominant, and sexy as hell Eric.
She did as she was told and welcomed the way he cradled her head as she laid down on the angled table.
“There we go. Now let’s take this gown down so I can do your breast exam. Have you had one of these before?”
She shook her head as Eric made quick work of the bow she’d tied at the back of her neck and peeled the flimsy cotton nearly down to her waist.
“Doctor!” she exclaimed as she grabbed the neckline and tried to tug it back up. Why did he need to see so much of her?
“Now, now, Miss Norfolk. We’ve talked about this. The longer it takes you to comply, the longer we keep my other patients waiting and that’s not polite, is it?”
“No, Doctor Eric.”
“That’s right. So let’s not have any more fussing or I’ll be forced to restrain you so we can complete your exam in a timely fashion.”
She reluctantly let him loosen her fists and draw the fabric back down—even lower this time she thought, probably just to make his point. And while she wanted to be retrained, she also wanted to be good so she simply fisted her hands by her sides and looked up at the ceiling, chest heaving.
The fact that her nipples were already drawn up into hard little buds was embarrassing—that had certainly never happened with her regular doctors and it wasn’t because it was cool in here. No, she was straight-up turned on.
Eric didn’t comment, but started pressing his fingers gently into her flesh, circling her nipples and going all the way out to the edges before instructing her to put her arms over her head. With a swallow, she did, and he repeated the movements before taking ahold of her nipples and squeezing them.
Her hands came down involuntarily as she squeaked, and Eric tsked at her.
“Well, Miss Norfolk, looks like we’ll need to apply those restraints after all.”
She wanted him to, knew she would enjoy it, but it was still fun to play as though this was all very unexpected and unfamiliar and yes, wildly unprofessional.
“No, please don’t. I can be good, I promise.”
“I think you’ve demonstrated quite thoroughly that you can’t,” he said with a hint of that faux-disappointment, and moved to the top of the exam table.
While she was enjoying resisting some, she cooperated as he drew a hand overhead and buckled it into a thick padded cuff and did the same to her other hand. Bliss. The tension in her muscles unfurled even as her level of arousal grew. There was nothing she could do now, just submit herself to Eric’s ministrations and there was nothing for it.
“There,” he said, returning to the side of the table where he’d stood before. “Let’s try this again now that you’ll be forced to be better behaved.”
He pinched her nipples again, rolled them between his fingers, and tugged—first gently and then not. She made a pleading little sound and he looked at her, brows raised.
“I see that you’re quite responsive to nipple stimulation, Miss Norfolk. Are you sexually active?”
“N-no, Doctor.”
“Are you a virgin?”
It was very difficult to concentrate on his questions when he was toying with her like this—kneading her breasts and squeezing them, pinching and twisting her nipples.
“Yes, Doctor.”
It was then he bent down to take her nipple into his mouth and she mewled. “Doctor!”
Eric pulled off with a pop and looked up at her with that stern gaze. “Miss Norfolk. It’s very important, especially as a young woman with little to no sexual experience, that we make sure your body is functioning as it should. Now please no more outbursts or I’ll need to gag you. Can’t have you disturbing the other patients.”
Of course not. Wouldn’t want them to think anything untoward was going on, she thought wildly, giggles welling in her chest.
She rolled her lips between her teeth to keep from saying anything and stayed silent even when Eric raised a challenging brow in her direction.
It wasn’t so much that she was opposed to being gagged—she liked the idea of having something in her mouth, another way to make her helpless, something forcing her to relinquish still more control—but she’d be good if she could help it.
Assured she was going to be quiet, Eric went back to his oral ministrations, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud of her nipple and then drawing it deep into his mouth for a full-bodied insistent suck that somehow made her feel voluptuous and bountiful, a goddess of wisdom and plenty instead of a run-down middle-age single mom. How did he do that?
Eric alternated his attentions between her nipples, sucking and lightly biting first one and then the other, always toying with the one that wasn’t being ravished with his mouth with his clever fingers. The way he touched her had her practically writhing on the table and forgetting completely that she was bared to the waist.
She couldn’t forget that she was in a doctor’s office though—no, that was part of what made this so hot; the taboo, the wrongness of it, his authority over her in this context, that crisp white coat that was essentially sartorial competence porn.
Finally Eric relinquished his hold on her nipples with one last pinch, one last bite, and smiled down at her.
“Well, Miss Norfolk, it appears that you’re quite responsive to oral stimulation, but I’d like to check if you’re wet as we’d expect.”
He’d washed his hands at the beginning of the exam but did so again and then pulled gloves on. Was there something universal about the snapping of gloves inspiring some sort of reaction in people? Maybe it was dread or nerves, but today it made her pussy contract with need. She couldn’t wait to have Eric inside her—yes, mostly his thick cock but fingers would be better than nothing at all.
He rolled a stool to the end of the exam table and pulled her hips to the edge before extending the stirrups and settling her heels in the plastic cradles. That alone was enough to make her buck her hips involuntarily. Then he tightened buckles over her ankles before pushing the remainder of her gown up to her waist where the garment with its already flimsy protection became completely useless, and spread her bound legs indecently wide.
While she swallowed her objections, she did gasp and squeeze her eyes shut, arching her back when what she really wanted to do was beg for him to stand between her thighs and make her feel him, force her to take his thick cock inside her.
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Good lord. He always got a rush from doing this—that was just how he was wired. It was like a switch flipped from consummate professional Doctor Southerland who was well-regarded in the community and had a bustling practice of kids who almost to a person liked and trusted him, to a filthy deviant who very much enjoyed fulfilling his own and other people’s fantasies. Of course he sometimes acted as a real physician when there were littles who were sick or injured and his feelings and demeanor then tipped toward the former.
He’d ceased a long time ago to feel conflicted about who he was and what he enjoyed—there was just too much information coming from too many sides for him not to believe that people genuinely liked, appreciated, and respected him for precisely who he was.
Having Devy strapped down and spread out with the thin gown around her waist that made her look more naked than if she actually had no clothes on was a whole different ballgame. She was something else.
Sweet and responsive with those flashing blue eyes, those delightful faux-affronted exclamations… Yeah, his dick was already straining the zipper of his slacks. Damn.
He’d seen between her legs before when he’d changed her diapers, administered her enemas, bathed her. He hadn’t lingered then, though, and she hadn’t been in any space to enjoy it. No, she’d been in pain and he’d cared for her as best he could. Now, though, he could do so much more. Not just take away discomfort but add pleasure. And he intended to heap so much pleasure on Devaney Norfolk that she begged him to stop.
Rolling the stool closer, he flicked on a light that illuminated the garden of Eden in front of him. Neatly trimmed thatch of wiry but still soft golden hair framing swollen and flushed labia, her sweet little clit peeking out at him and of course her pussy that was glistening with slick arousal. Gorgeous.
He wanted to bury his face and his fingers in her until he had to come up for air, but he’d promised her an experience and he’d deliver.
His buttercup bucked and moaned as he pressed his thumbs into her mound and then massaged out and down toward her opening. Way too many men ignored how big the clitoris actually was. When they could find it at all, they went for just that tiny visible piece. Not him. He’d make good use of all of it to drive his woman crazy.
“Outer genitalia all normal,” he told her, fighting to keep up the illusion when all he wanted to do was set on her and make his Devy baby shake and scream.
“And it does appear that your body is producing the natural lubrication one would expect from this degree of arousal. Not everyone does, of course, but you can save the lube for…other activities.”
Shy little thing squeaked and yeah, he couldn’t wait to get in her ass. First though, he used her own honey to slick a finger over and around her clit, studying her reactions to different movements, different rhythms, determining which she seemed to like best, and listening to her gasps and moans and—when she was coherent enough—her words.
“Yes, oh god, there. Yes, don’t stop. Please, Doctor Eric.”
Fuck. Between her hips rocking up toward him and her hands pulsing in and out of fists above her head to the way she tossed her hair, she was glowing. So lusty and hot-blooded, nothing like the worn-down woman who’d been sick in his office only a couple weeks ago.
Not stopping as requested, he eased a finger inside her pussy, that hot, tight channel hugging the intruder, and welcoming the second he quickly speared into her. So slick and so close, what would it feel like when her perfect little cunt was surrounding his dick? Heaven, he would expect.
“Ah!” she cried as he found that bundle of nerves on the front wall of her pussy and stroked it as he thrust his fingers into her over and over again, never stopping the circles he was rubbing on her clit.
“That’s it, babygirl. Almost there. I wanna see you come all over my hands, Devy. Look at you all spread out and desperate, fucking yourself on your doctor’s fingers while he examines you. What a dirty little thing you are. Come on, work that pussy until you climax.”
He fucked her harder with his fingers, gaze glued to her flushed cheeks, eyes squeezed tight shut and her teeth biting down into her plump bottom lip as she ground her sex against his hands. If he wasn’t careful he was going to blow his load before he even got inside her and wouldn’t that be a goddamn shame.
Lucky for him, he was saved by a sudden pulse of Devy’s muscles around his fingers, her crying out as she canted her hips to get at that perfect angle that was sending her into the stratosphere. She was so fucking beautiful like this—so incredible when she was his.
Eric left his fingers inside her, enjoying the rhythmic squeezes of her muscles that slowed down and spaced out as she came down from her orgasm, and switched from rubbing her clit to cupping her sex, letting her have as much pressure as she wanted on her clit but being able to back off too in case she was too sensitive to bear it. So wet, so hot, basically radiating bliss.
“Oh, yes, that’s right,” he told her. “There you are. Such a good girl, coming for me like that. What a good little patient you are.”
A slow content smile spread across his buttercup’s face and the dreamy look in her eyes when she opened them kicked him right in the heart. To set this woman loose like this, to give her permission to bask in physical euphoria was a head-swelling delight. He could do this—wanted to do this—every goddamn day.
He stripped off his gloves so he could caress her thighs with his bare hands and smiled down at her. “Feeling good, babygirl?”
“Mmm, yes. So good, Daddy.”
And there was another kick—his heart was going to be a pulp of starry-eyed-love soon—because in that moment when they were just the two of them, taking a break from the play-acting, she’d called him Daddy.
“I’m glad. There’s more, but maybe a little break first. Want some water?”
“Please, Daddy.”
He’d had the presence of mind to bring one of her sippies with him, so he grabbed it from the counter, held it to her lips. She was so darling as she drank, tipping her head for more contact as he petted her hair. Precious little girl.
She drank the small bottle down and seemed content to let him pet and kiss her for a few minutes before she started getting antsy. That would be his cue to get back down to the business of inundating her with ecstasy.