Devaney’s Doctor Daddy by Honey Meyer
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.”
It was so deliciously perverted to have Eric standing at the foot of the exam table still wearing his white coat—a little less crisp now—and even with the stethoscope around his neck. This was quite the fetish she found herself making a deep dive into.
He scrubbed up and snapped on a new pair of gloves before bending her knees and moving her feet so he could slide the extension of the table back. Now her knees were propped up, her feet and therefor thighs were spread wide and her hips were near the end of the table. And the cotton gown was still bunched around her waist, crumpled and damp with her sweat. Not that it had done her any good in the way of protection. Not that she had wanted it to.
Devaney gasped when Eric ran a single finger down her mound and delved a little deeper, reaching her clit. It wasn’t enough to arouse her but she was so sensitive after everything he’d done to her that it was like an electric shock to her nerves and her gasp deepened into a moan.
“It appears that your body is still producing copious amounts of lubrication,” he observed, slicking the probing finger around her entrance but not actually breaching it.
“Yes, Doctor,” she agreed, flame-faced.
“Good. That makes this next part of the exam easier. You said you’re a virgin, correct?”
She bit her lip and nodded and Eric gave her one of those kind smiles. “Don’t worry. This won’t hurt a bit. You might even find you enjoy yourself. I’m going to use a very special instrument to gauge your response to sexual stimulation. It’s especially sensitive to orgasms so we’ll be forcing you to climax one more time.”
God she hoped so.
Who even was she? Greedy for yet another climax so soon? That would’ve seemed impossible not that long ago. It definitely had been, with Carter. Probably even by herself. But with Eric? This man had some sort of very specific and incredibly wonderful gift.
He toyed with her some more, rubbing and pinching, occasionally slipping a finger or two inside her but never for long enough for her to even get close to coming. He slicked his finger around her clit until she was canting her hips off the table and when he stopped, she cried out in frustration, and then in surprise as he pinched her hard.
“Now, now, Miss Norfolk. Let’s not start with your misbehavior again.”
She could only whimper her agreement and toss her head. Talented and wicked man.
“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” he soothed as he went back to pressing fingers inside her and drawing lazy circles over her clit. “Now just be still while I prepare the special instrument I told you about.”
The gloves he’d been wearing got peeled off, and when he reached for his belt, her mouth watered. Yes, she wanted this, him. He didn’t bother removing his pants. No, he only moved aside his shirt tails and freed his cock from his pants and—wow.
Devaney wasn’t one to be impressed or intimidated by dicks—she had, after all, birthed two children despite what they were playing at—but then again she’d never seen a cock as massive as Eric’s. She doubted she’d be able to get her fingers to touch around it.
It was duskier than the rest of his burnished brown skin, and the thick head poked out of his grip as he fisted himself. Devaney licked her lips and tried to imagine what he’d taste like. Maybe not tonight, but someday she’d find out.
Eric pumped his cock a few more times before sheathing himself in a condom and it made her a little sad she wouldn’t get to feel the hot spurt of his come inside her. Not this time. But maybe—no, she shouldn’t be thinking about Eric putting a baby in her belly. She should be concentrating on letting herself be open, receptive so she could take his huge cock inside her.
She was glad he’d taken his gloves off when he stepped in closer and notched himself at her entrance. He was so hot and thick she wanted to beg for it but she wasn’t quite that far gone. She made no promises about a few minutes from now though.
“Okay, babygirl. We’re gonna take it real slow but you’re going to take every inch of this fat dick. Just relax, I promise I’m going to make you feel so good. Doctor knows best, right?”
“Yes, Doctor Eric. Yes, Daddy.”
Big hands on her thighs, Eric pressed forward, stretching her open with the thick head of his cock.
“There you go, that’s a good girl. Just keep breathing and open up so I can work this huge dick into your tight little cunt. You feel so good, Devy. So good.”
He kept talking to her as he pressed a little ways in and then drew out again before pushing still further into her, forcing his way carefully but insistently inside her.
The mix of his filthy sweet words was perfect, heightening her arousal as much as he was filling her up, making her feel owned. Owned in a belonging way, not the bought-and-paid for way she’d felt so often in her marriage.
By the time he’d worked his way into her pussy, she was panting and a bit sorry she’d asked for her hands to be bound. She wanted to touch him. Definitely next time.
It wasn’t fair that he could dig his fingertips into her flesh so hard she’d have bruises and she couldn’t so much as coast her hands over his skin. Because also, yes, next time she’d want to see him. See the swell of his biceps as he held her, how his abs worked as he stroked into her.
For now though, he was fully seated and if he didn’t start to move she was going to scream. The time for gentleness and patience was over. The time to be fucked was now.
“Please, Eric, please, doctor. Fuck me, please. Need you. Hard, now,” she insisted, and one of his brows arched at her audacity in that cocky way she loved.
“My pleasure, Devy.”
And then he pulled out almost fully before slamming back into her, the fullness and the impact making her eyes roll back in her head and forcing a downright animal noise of pleasure mixed with still more need from her throat.
“You like that, babygirl? Having your tiny pussy pounded with my massive dick?”
“Yes, Daddy, unh, yes. Feel like you’re going to split me in two. More, more.”
And god love him her daddy delivered, thrusting so deep it was just on the edge of painful. She’d definitely had sex before, but this was the first time she felt well and truly fucked. For as much as she loved this and as close as she was, though, she found herself unable to take that final step into oblivion.
“What do you need, buttercup? Wanna make my baby come. How ’bout this?”
He let go of her hip and reached between her legs to find her clit with his thumb, and rubbed a rough circle over it and fuck, yes, how did he know?
It only took a few more harsh circuits with his thumb over that ridiculously sensitive bundle of nerves until she was pulling against her bonds, crying out every name she’d ever called him, and every muscle in her body pulsed in an exquisite climax.
Eric followed close behind her, urged on by the squeeze of her coming.
“Yes, Devy, yes. Come for Daddy, milk my dick, take every drop. Fuck, yes.”
A few more rude thrusts later and she could feel the throb of his orgasm, imagined she could feel thick ropes of his hot come filling her as he bucked into her a couple final, brutal times.