Devaney’s Doctor Daddy by Honey Meyer

Chapter Six

It should’ve made her nervous—hell, it should’ve scared her to death—to be trussed up and exposed like this, completely at a near-stranger’s mercy. Except somehow she knew Eric wasn’t going to hurt her, didn’t have nefarious plans for her spread out and helplessly bound body. Or if he did, she’d probably enjoy them. No, she was confident that if she said stop that he would stop. He might coax her into allowing him these…intimacies but he wouldn’t truly force her.

The pain and nausea that had been all-consuming were dulled but not erased by his ministrations, and she made a feeble whimper when he patted her bottom.

“There, that’s better. Now you’ll have to be a good girl for me, buttercup.”

“Yes, Eric,” she replied, her face flooding with a blush of shame and pleasure.

She could hear him rolling something over to beside the bed but couldn’t see it, but then she heard the sound of gloves being stretched over big hands and a cap being flicked open. And then—holy shit—she felt the cool, wet slide of lube over her asshole. When he’d said he was going to take her temperature…

“Just relax, baby. This won’t hurt, I promise. Take a deep breath and let me in.”

Except that for all she’d allowed him to do already, there was something visceral and alarming about him pushing inside her there. She wasn’t scared, exactly, it was just—

A gloved hand stroked her backside.

“Are you doing okay?”

“I…I don’t know.”

“That’s alright,” he soothed, continuing to pet her in a way that made her feel as though she was falling into a trance. His touch calmed her. “I’m a patient man. You take as long as you need to get comfortable. But answer one question. Do you trust me, Devy baby?”

The words penetrated all the fog of her pain and her nausea and even the growing thrum of arousal coursing through her body. And there was only one answer: “Yes, Eric.”

“That’s a huge compliment coming from you, buttercup. I bet you don’t trust easily, do you?”

Not knowing what possessed her, she shook her head, cheek rubbing against the soft white sheet. She didn’t. Especially not after Carter had asked for a divorce and then she saw who her true friends were. Carter hadn’t been trustworthy. People weren’t trustworthy. It made her sad.

Except something deep in her soul told her Eric was different. He was a good man, a kind man, and he wasn’t going to abuse her trust.

“Thank you for trusting me. I promise never to violate the faith you’ve placed in me.”

His steady reassuring words were what let her loosen her muscles, and his finger that had been circling the entrance to her back channel pressed gently inside.

“That’s a good girl. Just like that. I’m going to open you up to take the thermometer I use on special patients.”

Devaney lay there as Eric petted her, stroked his finger in and out of her backside, occasionally adding more lubricant and talking to her softly. She still felt yucky but also probably more relaxed than she had in years now that she’d settled down about Eric putting his finger in her…there.

Carter had hinted that he wanted to engage in some backdoor action but she hadn’t actually trusted him to keep her safe while they did so, so despite being curious she’d demurred. Maybe this was what she’d been waiting for. The way Eric was doing it actually felt pretty good now that she wasn’t tense.

The tension melted out of her, almost like it was dissipating through the restraints Eric had applied. It was this dreamy kind of state where she literally couldn’t do anything so for once she could truly let go.

She was almost sorry when Eric withdrew his finger. It was quickly replaced by something definitely bigger than a typical thermometer but slimmer than the digit he’d been slowly probing her with. It didn’t hurt, but it did feel odd to have something smooth and slick pushed into her ass.

“There’s my good girl. We’ll leave that in for ten minutes to get an accurate reading.”

Ten minutes sounded like a long time, but when Eric stripped off his gloves and came to sit beside her to rub her back and pet her hair it didn’t feel so long. She even drifted off until he was removing the thermometer.

“Normal temperature so that’s good. I didn’t expect you to have a fever but it’s smart to check. Now we’re going to get some nutrition into you before I tuck you in for bedtime. And don’t even think about telling me you’re not tired.”

All she could do was make a sleepy “mmph” because the truth was that she was exhausted. Even if she weren’t bound, she didn’t think she’d be able to get out of bed. At least not for very long—she’d likely collapse.

Carter would’ve been angry she wasn’t helping, wasn’t working, and she had driven herself into the ground trying to win his approval. So unlike Eric. She could hear the smile in his voice when he said, “Oh, yes, there’s my sleepy little Devy. Just rest and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

He didn’t have to ask her twice.

It felt like no time at all before he was back by her side, but that was probably due to the weird twilight state she found herself in. Awake enough to enjoy how loose and fluid she felt—like someone could simply pour her out of a pitcher—but not awake enough to be mortified about her current position.

“Devy baby?”

She gazed up at him, wondering idly what his body was like under that white coat and button-up light blue shirt, the blue and orange tie and the navy slacks. The thought was a little surprising—she hadn’t thought about a man like that in so long.

Unfortunately, he didn’t start stripping so she could find out. No, he held up a plastic bag that looked like it was filled with a thick, milkshake like substance.

“This is a special formula that’s designed to be absorbed through your colon. It’s not as efficient as going through your stomach but since that’s not an option right now, we’ll get you fed this way.”

Devaney heard the words but didn’t quite process them. Just watched as Eric held what looked like a giant syringe and drew back the plunger so the tube filled with the special formula from the bag. And then he was behind her and lubing up the narrow end before inserting it into her ass. That made her wake up a bit more, especially when she could feel her bowels filling up.

A whimper escaped her and Eric gentled her like she was a spooked horse.

“You’re going to feel better after you have some food in you. It’s not good for little girls to go too long without eating.”

Devaney wanted to squirm because it was the strangest sensation but she couldn’t because she wanted to be good. She did however make a squeaky little plea. “All done now? Please all done?”

“Oh no, baby. You’ve got one more to take. Don’t be naughty. You’ve got to follow doctor’s orders, right?”

She whimpered and nodded and then Eric was rubbing her back and her bottom and the sides of her tummy.

“That’s a good girl. Getting filled up so you can be good and healthy.”

Once he’d emptied the second syringe into her bottom, he pushed two large suppositories inside of her too. It was strange to have her bottom stuffed full but not bad.

“I hope those will help your migraine. They also have a mild sedative to help you get back to sleep. And now I’m going to wrap you up in a diaper so you don’t have to worry about any accidents while you’re asleep.”

A what? Oh, no. Devaney had allowed a lot but the thought of Eric putting her in a diaper was too much.

Even if it didn’t sound terrible, it did sound embarrassing. Surely she could get up long enough to use the bathroom. The idea of this ridiculously handsome man having to deal with what would end up in the diaper was horrifying.

“I don’t—”

“You can wear a diaper or I can catheterize you. Your choice. I think you’ll be a lot more comfortable in a diaper, don’t you?”

Well if that was her only choice…

“Yes, Eric.”