Heal Me, Daddy (Montana Daddies Book 8)

by Laylah Roberts

  He grinned. He was teasing her. The jerk.

  “I know, love. But if you get some new material that’s a bonus, huh?”

  She nodded shyly.

  “Now, are you okay with having me dominate you? Have you talked to Issy about limits?”

  “Umm, yes. We talked about them a while ago and before we came in here tonight. Dave was my daddy, but we never really did anything like this. We never even had a safeword.”

  “It’s always better to err on the side of caution. What’s your safeword?”

  “Bananas.”

  “Good. Tonight we’re just going to play out a simple medical play scene. Are you all right with us spanking you?”

  She cleared her throat.

  “She’s cleared for paddles, straps, and crop,” Issy told him. “Nothing that makes a hard impact or a loud noise.”

  Archer nodded. “Restraints?”

  “Yes, that’s fine,” she replied.

  “Sexual contact?”

  Her face blushed bright red. “Yes, I’d like that.”

  Okay, that was kind of a dorky thing to say.

  “We’d all like that,” Issy said dryly.

  Archer turned to look up at his brother. “What? Like you haven’t been taking her every minute you can.”

  “He hasn’t,” she said.

  Archer swung back. “What?”

  “He was waiting for you,” she whispered, feeling her cheeks go bright red.

  Shock filled Archer’s face then he grinned and stood. “Aww, brother I’m touched. You do love me.” Archer pressed his hand to his chest, and she giggled.

  “Keep going and the only touching you’ll be doing is your hand on your own cock,” Issy grumbled.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll touch it for you,” she offered.

  Both men turned to her and she groaned. “I did not mean it to sound like that.”

  Archer shook his head. “Will I ever be able to get the two of you to stick to protocol?”

  “Protocol is boring,” Issy told him. “I like our way better.”

  Archer looked down at her then nodded. “I like our way too. What about her injuries? She’s no longer wearing bandages.”

  “Her hands have healed well,” Issy told him. “However, they are still a little tender. So no wrist restraints or using her hands. Otherwise, she’s good to go.”

  “Good.” Archer watched her hungrily. “There’s just one thing wrong with this picture. Caley, spread your legs.”

  Archer watched as her cheeks went bright red. She was so gorgeous. Her blonde hair was loose tonight, probably at Issy’s insistence since she usually wore it pulled back in a twist. The white negligee was a good choice, although he was surprised Issy dressed her in something so revealing. He didn’t think his brother would want her so exposed to other eyes, even if her outfit was pretty tame compared to most.

  “I can’t,” she whispered.

  “What do you call me?”

  “Sir.” She looked to Issy.

  He shook his head. “I’ll accept the usual. Doc, Issy or Daddy.”

  She gave him a small smile. Something shared between the two of them. Archer waited for a surge of jealousy; it wasn’t there. He knew that didn’t mean he might not feel jealous at times. But he would work that out himself. Or with Issy. She wouldn’t be brought into it.

  They would protect her at all costs.

  “I can’t, Sir.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I don’t have any panties on.” The words were said in a hushed voice, her eyes wide.

  He made certain to hide his smile. “As I would expect. If you were wearing panties, it would be a count of ten immediately.”

  Her mouth dropped open. “Oh. Really?”

  “Really, Sir.”

  “Really, Sir?”

  He gave a sharp nod. “Now spread your legs.”

  She looked to Issy but whatever she saw on his face must have reassured her because she pushed her legs apart. It was clear how comfortable she was with his brother. It didn’t matter, he’d get her to that level with him as well. Where she obeyed his commands without hesitation.

  He had to remind himself to go carefully. She was still a newbie in so many ways.

  She spread her legs and the negligee moved up her thighs, exposing her bare pussy.

  Delicious.

  “Words are required tonight, Caley,” Archer told her. “A nod of your head isn’t an acceptable answer, understand? Because one of us may be doing something and miss it.”

  “I understand, Sir.”

  Archer looked to Issy “Does her pussy taste as sweet as it looks?”

  “Sweeter. That’s how we’ve been helping with her insomnia,” Issy told him.

  “She’s still having trouble sleeping?” He didn’t like the sound of that.

  “It was getting better, until the fire. We have a bedtime routine. Bath, bottle and massage. Then if she wakes up in the night, she’s not allowed to get up without waking me. Normally another orgasm or two will get her nicely off to sleep again. Sometimes another bottle.”

  Archer nodded, noting the way she gaped at Issy. “You’ll have to get used to this, love. We’re going to have to discuss your care constantly to make certain we’re on the same page.”

  She swallowed. “Oh, dear Lord.”

  “For tonight, you may speak whenever you like, as long as you remember to be respectful. I want you to ask questions if you need to. If you need to slow things down, you can say yellow. If you need things to stop, red or bananas. We are going to act out a scene. You ready for that?”

  “I’m a patient? Sir?”

  “Yes. Issy is the doctor and I am your husband.”

  Her mouth dropped open slightly and he worried for a moment that she wouldn’t react well to that. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl. If anything hurts, you safeword immediately.” He helped her stand then he led her over to the door, pretending to rap on it.

  “Here we go, love.” He winked at her.

  33

  Her heart was thundering, a mix of nerves and excitement.

  “Yes? Come in,” Issy barked out in a grouchy voice.

  He turned to look up at them with a frown as they walked into the room. “You’re my next patient?”

  “Yes, I’m Archer, this is my wife, Caley.”

  Issy grunted. “My secretary said that you’re having problems bringing her to orgasm.”

  Archer made a funny noise, like he’d been punched in the gut. She couldn’t help but giggle. Archer gave her a stern look, but Issy just winked at her when Archer wasn’t looking at him

  “Yes, that’s right,” Archer said in a strangled voice. “Are you able to give her a full examination?”

  “Oh, I can do that. Get her up on the table. On her back, feet in the stirrups.”

  “Come here, love.” He led her to the bench and lifted her onto it.

  “Thanks, snugglebum,” she replied.

  He froze and stared at her aghast.

  “If you’re my husband, don’t I get to call you by a cute name?”

  He groaned as Issy started laughing.

  “You don’t need a cute name for me.”

  She pouted. “Well, that’s no fun.”

  He sighed. “Fine, but only in here. No one out there would understand.”

  “Dunno, think Hunter might be interested,” Issy added with a wicked glint in his eyes.

  “Mention that nickname out of this room and you won’t sit down for a week,” Archer warned in a dark voice that told her he meant business.

  She nodded frantically, then remembered she had to give verbal answers. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Lie back. Let’s get you settled.”

  He placed her feet in the stirrups, placing cuffs around her ankles to keep them in place. Then he spread her legs wide, exposing her fully. She blinked up at the ceiling.

  Holy shit.

  “Normally, we would restrain your hands,” Issy
said. “Instead you will need to keep them at your sides.” Issy stared down at her. “But move them without good reason and that’s ten, understand?”

  “Yes, Issy.”

  “Yes, Doc,” he told her.

  “Yes, Doc.”

  He fiddled with the monitors, placing a small cuff on her finger. To her surprise the screen lit up with her heartbeat. It actually worked?

  Then he grabbed his stethoscope, listening to her heart. “Have you noticed anything different about her body lately?”

  “Her breasts are very tender. And her nipples are often hard.”

  She gasped. They were not! And how would Archer know? Oh wait, this was role play.

  Issy moved the stethoscope around her chest, brushing her nipples several times. Deliberately, she was certain.

  “Let’s expose her breasts and examine them. I have something to test how sensitive she is.” He reached into a drawer and drew out a Wartenberg wheel. She only knew because she’d researched them once. She’d never actually had one used on her.

  “Now, this won’t do.” Issy fingered the material. “Your wife needs to be completely naked for this next part.”

  Wife. Her heart raced at that. She could get used to the idea of being Archer’s wife all too easily.

  It’s just a game, Caley.

  Archer helped her sit then he drew off the negligee, throwing it away. Issy cleared his throat. With a roll of his eyes, Archer picked up the negligee and folded it before placing it on a chair. It seemed even in roleplay, Issy liked to have everything just so.

  Archer ran his gaze over her, his eyes darkening. She wondered if he liked what he saw. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, sending a rush of pleasure through her body.

  “You are gorgeous, love. I don’t think I could ever grow tired of looking at your body. I’m dying to touch you, to taste you all over.”

  Yeah. She could go for that.

  Issy held the wheel up for her to look at. “Ever used one of these?”

  She shook her head, feeling a pinch of trepidation.

  “How do you reply, pumpkin cupcake?” Archer said in a low voice.

  Her eyes widened at the nickname and then she grinned. “Sorry, honey bunches, no I haven’t, Doc.”

  “Well, I’m just going to use it lightly on your skin.” He ran it down the side of her arm. It wasn’t painful, in fact it was rather pleasant.

  “How does that feel?”

  “Good,” she whispered.

  He replied with a smile then ran it over the underside of her breast. She gasped as her skin became electrified in its wake.

  Oh, holy hell.

  “Judging by your wife’s reactions, her breasts are very sensitive.” Doc ran the wheel across each breast, and she shivered, biting on her lip. Archer reached up and teased her lip free.

  “No biting,” he warned her then ran his finger over the seam of her lips as Doc moved the wheel between her breasts.

  She gasped as he moved over her nipple. Archer pressed his finger into her mouth. “Suck,” he commanded.

  That shouldn’t have been as much of a turn-on as it was. The wheel ran down her stomach. Where was he going? She tensed, but Archer moved his finger out of her mouth and ran the wet digit across her nipple.

  Oh, that felt so good. Doc moved the wheel across the top of her mound then lightly along each outer lip of her pussy.

  “Her reactions show that she is very sensitive. I’m not sure why you had such a problem getting her to orgasm,” Doc told Archer as he put the wheel away and reached into the drawer to grab something else.

  Archer’s jaw clenched but he said nothing in return.

  “I have a special implement that will gauge her arousal levels.” Doc pulled out an anal plug. “It has been sterilized and is replaced after every examination.”

  She thought he probably added that part for her benefit. Still, she gaped at the plug. It was bigger than any she’d had. He attached a cord to the end of the plug then pressed a button on the base. The plug started to buzz. It couldn’t actually gauge her arousal, could it?

  Archer leaned into her ear. “It’s just a bit of play. It’s only a vibrating plug.”

  Oh. Issy grabbed a tube of something out of the same drawer. He squirted lube on to his hand and started coating the plug. Then he sat on a stool that had wheels on the base and wheeled himself between her legs, so she could only see the top of his head.

  Holy hell.

  “Please start manipulating her nipples. I’ll judge her arousal levels as I insert the plug.”

  She felt his finger prodding at her asshole and tried to relax the way he’d taught her. Archer chose that moment to brush his fingers gently over her nipples. She gasped. She knew she was already wet. She could feel the slickness on the lips of her pussy.

  “Relax, breathe out,” Issy told her.

  She took a breath and let it out and he pushed his finger deep inside her. “Her pussy is nice and wet,” Issy commented. “She obviously has very sensitive nipples. Use more pressure.”

  As Doc started moving his finger in and out of her ass, Archer plucked at her nipples, applying more pressure. Her heartbeat started racing and the machine beeped.

  Issy looked up. “Heartbeat has increased considerably. I do believe your wife would benefit from anal play. Is this something you have experimented with?”

  “Not yet. But we will be soon.”

  Oh, dear Lord help her.

  Issy removed his finger. Then the plug started to prod at her bottom hole. “Deep breath in again. Now out.”

  The plug was pushed slowly into her asshole as Archer played with her nipples. Shit. Having the two of them work together on her body was almost too much. She was overwhelmed by sensation.

  The plug was pushed, slowly and firmly into her asshole. It burned slightly. She felt full. And she loved it.

  Issy turned the plug.

  “Her pussy is saturated. I’m going to clean her up a bit and taste her.”

  What did he mean….ohh. She groaned as he took a long lick of her pussy. He lapped at her. Cleaning her up? Holy shit, he was just making her wetter. His tongue flicked around her clit and she could feel her orgasm approaching.

  Archer must have sensed it because he raised his mouth from her nipples. “No coming without permission.”

  “Nooo,” she cried. How could he be so cruel?

  He gave her a stern look. “You come without permission and I will turn you over and redden your ass with my belt.”

  He wouldn’t. She swallowed, unwilling to take that chance. She had to fight to pull herself back from the brink. Issy was too damn good with his tongue. Then she felt a vibration in her ass and realized he’d turned on the plug.

  “Oh. Oh. Please!”

  “Please what?” Archers asked her, staring down at where his brother had his mouth buried between her legs.

  “Please let me come.”

  “Hmm. What does the doctor think?”

  Issy raised his head, his lips glistening with her juices. “I believe it would be good for her to learn to wait.”

  That asshole.

  He stood and wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, reaching down to turn off the vibrator. “I’m going to wash my hands. Perhaps you could continue to clean her pussy.”

  Archer looked at her hungrily.

  She groaned as he moved between her legs. His mouth immediately zeroed in on her clit, his tongue moving with such light flicks she could barely feel it. She cried out, trying to grab him, wanting to push him closer. Wanting him to stop teasing her.

  “Uh-uh, what did we say about moving your hands?” Issy barked.

  Oh shit.

  “Sorry.”

  Issy shook his head, although there was a twinkle in his eyes. Archer pulled away from her pussy, causing her to moan out a protest. She needed to come.

  “Undo the bindings, I’ll hold her legs while you punish her,” Issy told him. “What would you like? Pa
ddle? Strap? Crop?”

  “Crop,” Archer answered. Issy handed him a riding crop from that same drawer. Was that thing like a gateway to Narnia? How much could it hold?

  Wait. Crop? Holy hell.

  Then Issy raised her legs up, pressing them against her stomach, his arm under her knees. It put her ass completely on display. She had to clench around the anal plug.

  “Don’t you lose that, love,” Archer warned as he ran the base of the crop over her ass lightly.

  Then he tapped it against her bottom. Okay, that wasn’t as bad as she expected. The next smack of the crop was slightly harder. It stung but nothing like she’d built it up in her head. He lay down smack after smack, increasing the burn until her body was trembling, her ass on fire but she’d experienced harder spankings over Issy’s knee.

  When he was finished, he dropped onto his seat and started licking her pussy. Issy still held her legs. It was insane. And oh, so hot. She felt her orgasm rush up.

  “Please! Please can I come?”

  “Come, girl,” Doc growled at her. “Come hard.”

  Archer made a growl of agreement and she immediately fell over the edge, her release rocking her body as she screamed with pleasure.

  “Fuck yes.”

  Doc let go of her legs and Archer moved his mouth from her pussy, putting her feet back into the stirrups.

  “Damn, you taste good, love,” he told her.

  She heard a crinkling noise and glanced over to find that Issy was now naked and rolling a condom over his thick erection. Archer slid out of the way as Issy moved between her legs. He grasped hold of her hips. “Ready for this?”

  “Please!” She was dying to feel him take her. He grasped hold of his cock, pressing it slowly into her pussy. She cried out as he filled her. He was slow but relentless, his shaft thick and delicious.

  Finally. Finally.

  There was movement beside her and she turned her head to find Archer stripping off. She hungrily ate up at the sight of him. He had a slighter build than Issy, but was taller.

  And his cock was thick. Gorgeous.

  He grasped hold of the shaft, running his hand back and forth.

  “Jesus, man, she likes watching you do that. She just clenched down on me so fucking tight.” Issy sounded like he was in pain.