Daddy's Little Darling

by Roberts, Laylah

  She was on fire. It wasn’t going to take much to push her over the edge. She was so ready.

  He laid a sharp smack to her pussy which made her scream. It was so unexpected, the pain so intense and mixed with a dose of pleasure she couldn’t deny.

  “Eyes on me, baby girl. And no coming without my permission.”

  “Daddy, no,” she moaned. “I need to come.” But she immediately opened her eyes and stared up at him. His face was filled with need and hunger.

  “If you come without permission then I’m going to have to punish you.”

  “Daddy! That’s so unfair.”

  “That’s the rules, princess.”

  She’d never felt need like this. The egg continued to buzz inside her, adding to her pleasure as his finger circled her clit then tapped it. Her legs trembled; her heart raced.

  She really needed to come.

  “Daddy, please.”

  “Not yet.”

  “You’re being so mean!”

  “Nope. This is very far from mean. I can show you what mean is if you’d like.”

  “No, no, that’s not necessary,” she said quickly.

  He gave her a wicked grin. “I didn’t think so.” He continued to play with her for what seemed like hours but in reality, was probably minutes.

  “Please, Daddy, please. Please.” It was all she could say. Over and over. She was holding onto her control by the skin of her teeth.

  He turned and met her gaze with his. “Remember, you’re not to close your eyes when you come. You look right at me.”

  Oh God. How was she supposed to do that? And was he really going to watch her while she came?

  He flicked his finger harder against her clit. Her body strained with the need to find release. “Come, little darling. I want you to come all over Daddy’s fingers. I want to hear you scream.”

  She arched her back then remembered not to move her gaze from his. The first tremors of release rocked her. God it was hard to keep her eyes open and on him. She came, her passage clenching down on the bullet inside her, her cries filling the room.

  Clint brought her down gently, patting her pussy lightly. He switched off the egg and slid it out of her slick pussy. He gazed down at her, loving the small smile on her face, how she was so utterly relaxed.

  If he could, he’d keep her like this always.

  Hmm, the idea definitely had merit.

  Leaning in, he kissed her lightly. “Stay right there. I’m just going to go and get something to clean you up.”

  When he returned with a warm, wet cloth, he slowly spread the lips of her pussy, cleaning her gently. Then he threw the cloth away before gathering her in his arms and pulling her close so they faced one another on the bed.

  “Clint?”

  “Yes, baby?”

  She brushed her hand against his hard erection and he had to bite back a groan. “Can I…do something for you?”

  He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “Thank you, but this moment is all about you.”

  “But isn’t it sore? I mean, I feel like I’m doing all the taking and giving nothing in return.”

  He pulled back so he could stare down into her face. “This isn’t a tit-for-tat thing. You don’t always have to reciprocate.”

  She appeared surprised. “I don’t?”

  Damn. He bet this was one of Brian’s rules. He leaned in and kissed her. “You don’t. I wanted you to have some pleasure. Besides, all my dick wants is to bury itself in that plump pussy so it’s best for the moment that he just stays where he is.”

  She giggled as he intended. “Does your dick have a personality all of his own?”

  “He certainly does. Regular ol’ sergeant major, he is. Thinks he’s the boss. But he isn’t.”

  “Oh, that must be hard, having to keep him under control.”

  He sighed. “Baby, you have no idea.”

  She giggled again and he smiled, tugging her close once more.

  14

  She glanced up as Clint walked into the living room. She’d been allowed to get dressed and come downstairs today. Although she suspected he’d make her take a nap later in the day. She turned the TV off as another man walked in behind him, carrying a black bag. He was slightly shorter than Clint and not as wide across the shoulders. His dark blond hair was cut short, his piercing blue eyes swept around the room, not missing a thing. He would have been extremely handsome if not for his fierce scowl.

  “Charlotte, this is Doc.” Clint waved his hand at the frowning man. “Do you want to go up to the bedroom so you can check her over?”

  She hadn’t been exaggerating yesterday when she said she hated doctor’s visits. And from what Ellie had told her, she knew Doc had a terrible bedside manner. But she needed his approval before Clint would let her go back to work.

  Doc turned to glare at Clint. “Would have been easier if you’d brought her to the clinic like I told you to.”

  “And I told you, that I pay you enough that you can do house calls. She’s not going out in the cold until I’m sure she’s a hundred percent.”

  Doc grumbled under his breath. “Can’t give her a full check-up here.”

  “Just do what you can and I’ll bring her in another day for everything else.”

  Doc stared down at her then put his bag down on the sofa next to her. He reached out and took her wrist in his hand. She jumped, but his touch was surprisingly gentle as he held her wrist and took her pulse. He gazed down at his watch and both men fell silent.

  Doc let her wrist drop with a grunt. He ran his gaze over her. She resisted the urge to squirm. Just.

  “She’s still too thin.”

  Clint sighed. “It’s only been a few days. I’ve been feeding her regularly. She gets full quickly.”

  Doc grunted again.

  What the hell did that mean? He pulled a blood pressure machine out of his bag. Again, his touch seemed to be in opposition to his manner as he gently placed the cuff around her arm then switched it on.

  Another grunt when the reading came up. Okay, she was getting tired of that. He grabbed a small penlight and peered down her throat and weirdly, at her gums. Then he pulled out a stethoscope and even warmed it slightly before sliding it under her t-shirt to listen to her heart. It felt a little awkward to have Clint in the room, but she knew he wasn’t going to leave.

  “Lean forward. I’m going to raise your top up so I can listen to your lungs, okay?” That was the most words he’d said yet.

  “Yes, okay,” she agreed, grateful that he’d warned her.

  “Cough.”

  She coughed.

  “All right. Sit back now.” He stepped back and put the stethoscope away then grabbed a small penlight, which he used to look in her ears and down her throat.

  “When’s the last time you had a check-up?”

  “Umm.” She bit at her lip.

  He raised an eyebrow. “That long, huh?” He felt around her throat. “Allergic to anything? Been hospitalized before?”

  “Ah, no and no.”

  “Do you get sick often?”

  She glanced up at Clint, not sure she wanted to answer.

  “Little girl, you answer Doc unless you want a trip over my knee.”

  She gasped. How could he threaten that with Doc standing right there? She glared up at him.

  “Looks like she needs one,” Doc commented.

  She turned her scowl on him. “I don’t.”

  Doc just raised his eyebrows in response to her tone. But she was not apologizing. He was far ruder than she was.

  Clint sighed. “Doc has the bedside manner of a wild boar but you still need to listen to him. And don’t worry, he’s heard and seen it all.”

  “Sure have,” Doc said in a low voice. “And you, young lady, are run down. Someone hasn’t been taking care of you.”

  “Clint’s been taking good care of me,” she stated.

  “Thanks, darling, but I don’t think he means me.”

  “
Whoever was looking after you before ought to be horsewhipped,” Doc commented. “He obviously had little care for your health.”

  “Nobody looked after me before now,” she whispered.

  Doc appeared surprised then glanced over to Clint who nodded.

  “Hmph, good you’re here now then.”

  Yeah. That was the first thing he’d said she could agree with.

  “You got some scales around here?” Doc asked Clint.

  “I think there are some in the main bathroom, I’ll go up and get them.”

  “If you’d brought her to my clinic, we could have used mine. Don’t even know if yours will be accurate,” Doc grumbled.

  She stared at him in amazement, she’d never heard anyone talk to Clint like that. They wouldn’t dare. Most of his men spoke about him with a hint of admiration and awe in their voices. But Clint didn’t bite back, he just shook his head, looking resigned.

  Doc pulled out a thermometer, one that when in your ear, thank God, and took her temperature. Another grunt after he pulled it out. He really was something else. He examined her eyes next with the penlight.

  Then he gently unwrapped the bandage and checked her hand, before rewrapping it in a clean bandage. “You’ve been keeping it dry?”

  “Yes, Clint has been careful to keep it dry when I bathe.”

  “Good.”

  He glanced over at Clint as he entered the room, carrying some small scales in his hand. “Suppose they will do.” He turned back to her. “Do you know how tall you are?”

  “Five foot one,” she told him.

  “Come on, little darling,” Clint said to her. She got up and walked over to where he stood by the scales then hopped on.

  “Well?” Doc called out from across the room.

  Clint frowned as he stared down at the number. “Ninety.”

  “Ninety point three,” she pointed out. She felt the point three made a difference. Or at least she hoped it might.

  “Jesus, baby, you weigh nothing,” Clint said with concern.

  She bit her lips. She was at least twelve pounds lighter from when she’d last visited her doctor and even then, her doctor hadn’t been happy.

  “Needs to put on at least ten pounds. I’d be happier with fifteen,” Doc told Clint as she walked back to the sofa.

  Clint nodded. “I’m working on it.”

  “Lots of small meals would be best. If that doesn’t work, I’ve got some supplement drinks that we’ll use.”

  “Yuck,” she muttered, screwing up her nose.

  Clint gave her a firm look. “You’ll be taking them if you need them, even if I have to put them in a bottle and feed them to you myself.”

  Doc appeared satisfied with the threat. She glared at him.

  “Your health comes before your likes,” Clint told her with a warning in his voice.

  “Have you been feeling dizzy much? Out of breath? Overly tired?” Doc asked.

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. A little bit, I guess. I never really slept that well before.” She glanced over at Clint and he winked at her. “So, I guess I do feel tired and breathless a bit.”

  “Hmm, could be lack of sleep or it could be that you’re low in iron. I’m suspecting both, but won’t know for sure without a blood test.”

  Crap. “I don’t like needles.”

  “Most Littles don’t,” Doc replied in what, for him, was almost a soothing voice. “What if you sit on Daddy’s lap and he holds you while I take it?”

  Suddenly she felt very shy. She wasn’t really sure about showing her Little side to anyone other than Clint. But Doc seemed so matter-of-fact about it all. She wondered if he’d ever had a Little. It seemed unlikely given his manner. Clint sat next to her on the sofa and pulled her onto his lap. She buried her face against his chest, letting the scent of him soothe her as she felt her arm being pulled out and held. Something tight was placed around her arm just above her elbow. She tensed.

  “Easy,” Clint said in a low voice. “It will be over soon and then you might get a sticker, would you like that?”

  She wanted to snap that she couldn’t be bought by a sticker, for God’s sake, but then she felt a tiny prick. She took a sharp breath, ready for the pain that usually accompanied any needle.

  “There, all done,” Doc said.

  She turned her head away to peer down at her arm. “It’s done? But it didn’t hurt.”

  “I try never to hurt my Littles if I can help it,” Doc said indignantly. He was busy writing on the small labels that covered the vials of blood. Ew. She glanced away from all that blood down to where Daddy held a cotton ball on her wound.

  Doc turned back. “I’ll just put a Band-Aid on it. Mermaids, superheroes or princesses?”

  She blushed, but wasn’t going to let embarrassment get in the way of a cool Band-Aid. Hmm, maybe she could be bought. “Umm, mermaids please.”

  “Good choice,” Doc said approvingly. “You were very brave.” He put the Band-Aid on then reached into his back pocket and brought out a pack of stickers. “Would you like a sticker for you hand?”

  She watched his face to see if he was making fun of her, but he seemed very serious. Daddy gave her a squeeze. “You’re safe here to be who you want to be, remember? I’d never allow anyone near you who would make fun of you.”

  “Certainly not.” Doc appeared appalled and she worked up enough courage to reach out and point to a glittery sticker that was the image of a fairy with wings and a magic wand.

  Doc peeled it off. “Hand.”

  She reached out with her hand and gently placed it on. Okay, maybe he wasn’t such a bad guy.

  “All right, her hand is looking good. I’ll be able to take the stitches out tomorrow and then she can go back to work. But I don’t want her working long hours and becoming overtired. If she starts to get really tired, put her down for a nap.”

  Was he serious? But Clint was nodding as though taking it all in.

  “Lots of small meals like I said. Get some red meat into her. I’m going to want to weigh her once a week to make sure she’s gaining weight until she’s at a weight that satisfies me. I have some multivitamins for her. You know how to give these?”

  “Yep,” Clint said as Doc pulled out a strange looking packet of multivitamins.

  “What do you mean, how to give them?” she asked. “I don’t like swallowing pills.”

  “Well, luckily these are given rectally. Once a day. If she needs extra iron, I’ll need to order some in. Might do that anyway, always good to have on hand.”

  Luckily? There was nothing lucky about that.

  “I don’t want them.” She gave them a disgusted glance. “Can’t I have the chewy gummy bear kind?”

  Doc snorted. “No, you may not. These are far better for you.”

  She wasn’t really concerned about what was better for her, she cared about the fact that they were going up her butt.

  “Daddy, I don’t want them.” She gave Clint her best pouty look.

  “This is for your health, little girl. It’s happening.” He turned to Doc as she said several unflattering things about them both. Silently, of course. “I wanted to talk to you about sex.”

  Her grumbling over the vitamins came to a screeching halt.

  “Clint,” she protested.

  “You haven’t had sex yet?” Doc asked.

  “No,” Clint replied. “I wanted to make sure she was fully healthy. I also want her protected.”

  “Sex will be fine as long as it doesn’t interfere with her getting enough sleep.”

  “It won’t,” Clint told him. “I’ve found an orgasm is a good way of getting her to relax and go off to sleep.”

  Oh my God, she couldn’t believe he’d just said that!

  “I take it you don’t want to use condoms?” Doc asked.

  “I’d rather not.” Clint gave her a look filled with heat. Wasn’t this something that they should have discussed alone? “That all right with you, Charlotte?”

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sp; She darted her eyes from him to Doc. “Y-yes.”

  He smiled. “Good.”

  Warmth filled her. She loved making him smile.

  “I’ve always used a condom in the past and last time I was tested I was clean,” Clint said. “I haven’t had sex since then.”

  Both Doc and Clint looked to her. What? Oh. Right. She cleared her throat. “Brian always used condoms. But because I thought he was cheating on me, I got tested when I left him. I’m clean.”

  “Are you on any birth control, Charlie?” Doc asked.

  “Umm, no.”

  “Any reason for that?”

  “I don’t like swallowing pills so...”

  “I wasn’t planning on giving you pills,” he said abruptly. “What day in your cycle are you?”

  “Oh, umm, I had my period about ten days ago. It’s not very regular, though.”

  “Probably because you’re underweight,” Doc commented. He turned to Clint again, dismissing her. She ground her teeth together in irritation. “I can give her an injection now but you’ll still need to use condoms for a week. Roll her over and pull her pants down. I’ll get it ready. Thankfully, I already thought of this and came prepared.”

  “What? No!” she cried out as he rolled her over onto his lap and lowered her pants. Then he drew her panties partially down so one bottom cheek was exposed. “Can’t it go in my arm?”

  “Better in your bottom,” Doc told her as she tried to wriggle away.

  “If you really don’t want it, Charlotte, I can use condoms,” Clint told her. “Even though I’d prefer not to have anything between us.”

  Well, hell.

  “Fine,” she muttered. “Do it.”

  There was a sharp prick. “All done,” Doc said.

  She expected Clint to let her up but he just held her there, rubbing her bottom.

  “What about spankings, Doc?”

  “Oh, I’d say she’s in desperate need of one. Spankings are fine so long as she doesn’t reach back with her injured hand. I’ve got to go. Be a good idea to administer one of the multivitamins now.”

  She heard the door open then close. Wow, he was a strange man. She tried to climb off Clint’s lap, but he placed his hand on her lower back to stop her from moving.