by Maren Smith
“I bet you can think of something.”
“I can think of lots of things, little fawn. What do you want?”
“You.”
“Are you sure?” He cocked an eyebrow and his dazzling blue eyes sparkled with amusement.
“Yes. Please, Sir?”
“Oh. Breaking out a title already. You must have really missed me.”
“I did.” I ran my hands up and over his muscled arms. “I mean, not just the sex.” He crushed his mouth to mine, claiming me with his tongue and quieting me. I missed his kisses. His smell. His taste. A week without him had felt like a year of wandering in the desert with no water. I moved slightly to get into a better position with my ankle, removed the brace carefully, and pulled back. I yanked my tank top over my head and undid my lacey black bra. Fabian slipped the garment off my shoulders and took my right nipple into his mouth. I groaned, running my hands over his body and tugging at his shirt, clawing with need.
“Easy, Hadley. I’m all right with getting rough, but not right now.” He removed his shirt and it gave me better access to his chest.
“You’re so freaking handsome.”
“Thank you.” He took the other nipple between his lips and dragged his teeth across my aching peak.
“I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.”
“Well, that's entirely the point.” He chuckled as he assisted me in disrobing completely.
Once I was naked, he parted my legs with the base of his hand, exposing my most intimate places. I moaned when his fingers skimmed over my clit, and again when he plunged two fingers inside of me. “Sir.”
“You’re so wet.” He moved his fingers faster, reaching a hidden spot inside my core that caused sparks of pleasure to ricochet throughout my body. My pussy clenched around his thick digits, but when I was about to peak, he withdrew from my heat. “Oh my God.”
“Beg for it.”
“What?” My eyes fluttered open. “I-I’ve never begged for anything.”
“Now is a good time to start.”
“Please, Sir? Please fuck me so hard I can’t walk.”
“You can barely walk now, Hadley.”
I slapped my palms down against the couch, frustrated since I was so close to an orgasm.
“You’re so mean.” I sucked in a breath and let it out slowly.
“Careful.”
He sounded like the warning system on an old-style pinball machine one too many times after hitting the tilt button. I decided he would consider not allowing me to come, which intrigued me, but I wanted a release.
“Please?” My voice cracked. I was desperate.
“No pouting. Come this way.” He shifted down the length of my couch—thank goodness I had splurged on a huge sectional—and had me straddle his head with my knees bent. I had a moment of panic, since my naughty bits were in his face and my weight was on him, but he braced me against one side of the couch and plunged his tongue in between my folds. I’d never experienced oral from that angle, his mouth reaching every bit of my pussy, making me moan with pleasure.
“I’m so close,” I rocked on my knees. “Please, please, please.” All my nerves fired, signaling a powerful orgasm. I was nearly there when Fabian repositioned me. I voiced my displeasure with a bunch of unintelligible words.
“Patience, my naughty little fawn.” He shucked out of his cargo shorts and boots and rolled on a condom. “Scoot sideways with your ass at the edge of the cushion.” He put my legs on his shoulders so I was bent in an ‘L’ shape and thrust into my sopping wet pussy.
“Oh my god, Fabian!”
I swore angels and demons alike sang his fucking praises as the most powerful orgasm of my life rolled over my body. He had edged me to the cusp of a climax, bit by bit, until my body nearly exploded with passion. I screamed his name long and loud. I attempted to thank him, but no other words fell out of my mouth.
Fabian took care of the condom and returned. I wasn’t much help, so deep into bliss that I scarcely noticed when he laid us out on the couch with me sprawled on top of him. My body and my mind were deeply sated and incredibly relaxed. He stroked my head as he held me, and I sighed.
“How long have you been granted the ability to work remotely?”
I lifted my chin to study his face. “Uh, about three weeks or so.”
“Do you have another doctor’s appointment in between?”
“No, not until the end of the month.”
“Would you like to come back to the cabin? There’s high speed internet even in the middle of the woods, because I know some people.” He winked.
“Hm.”
“And I can make sure you’re staying off your foot.” He punctuated each word with a gentle poke to my forehead. “We can talk about rules too.”
“I would really love to stay with you and Zeus while my foot heals, and have a conversation about rules, but can I ask you something?”
“Yes, you can ask me anything.”
“Am I really your girl?” My breath hitched in my throat. “You, um, said it to Rob outside.”
“I’d sure like you to be.” Fabian sat up on an elbow. “What do you say?”
“Would I get to be your little girl too?”
“Yes, Hadley. I’d love for you to be my little girl.”
“It sounds too good to be true.” I kissed him sweetly. “I’d really like to see where this goes.”
“Good.” Fabian grinned. “Let’s get cleaned up and we’ll go grab something to eat.”
“Yeah, but are you going to carry me into the restaurant?”
“I’ll carry you whenever you want me to carry you.” He stroked his knuckle down and over my cheek and kissed it. “Or whenever I want.”
“Yes, Sir.” My heart was full of happiness, and a huge smile broke out over my face. “I’m so glad you made the trip out here.”
“Me too, little fawn. Come on.” He got off the couch and helped me to stand. “We’ve got lots of fun things to do before the day is over.”
“Can we do more fun things at night?” I waggled my eyebrows at him.
“Yes, Hadley, I’ve got a full agenda.”
“You’re silly.”
“At least I’m not mean anymore.”
“Thank you for rescuing me, Fabian and for being so wonderful.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that, but you’re welcome.”
With Fabian next to me, his arms wrapped around me, and my head on his chest, I knew it was the start of something more wonderful than my wildest dreams ever imagined. I couldn’t wait to see where our next adventure led to, and Zeus would be there beside us.
The End
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Daddy’s Little Patient
About the Author
Fortunate enough to live with my Daddy Dom, I am a Little, coffee fanatic, resident of the wilds of freakin' Kansas (still don't know how I ended up here) and submissive to the love of my life. An International and USA Bestselling Author, I have held an administrative position at my local BDSM club for more than six years, penned more than 160 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle series. I also write under the names of Denise Hall, Darla Phelps, and Penny Alley.
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Chapter One
Cole made the forty-five-minute drive to the hospital in thirty-three. He might have double-parked, he wasn’t sure, but as he ran across the parking lot and through the double sliding glass doors, he wasn’t thinking about whether he’d pulled a major dick-move by letting his truck straddle the line, taking up two spots. He was thinking about his girlfriend Kelly and the accident she said she’d been in when she’d left a message on his cellphone over an hour ago.
Just a fender-bender, really.
Nothing to get too fired up about.
They only kept me in the hospital four days.
Can you come get me when your plane lands? They won’t let me take a cab home.
Four days? Those were the two words that kept bouncing through his head. That and her opening line. Instead of, ‘Hey, honey, how was your trip,’ he’d gotten a nerve-shattering, ‘I’m okay, nobody got badly hurt.’
Trying his best to walk instead of running to the front desk, he waited in line behind a worried mother with a possible appendectomy kid. That was when it kicked in—he was in the wrong place. Kelly wouldn’t still be in the emergency room if they’d had her for four days.
Calm down, calm down. He turned in a hasty circle until he found the wall signs, directing him to the other side of the hospital. He found the non-emergency front desk with a security guard stationed there on the off-chance the phone might ring.
“Hey,” he greeted. “Can I get a room number, please?”
Kelly had told him, but he was so rattled by ‘accident,’ ‘four days,’ and ‘nobody got badly hurt,’ he couldn’t for the life of him remember what it was. It was after normal receptionist hours, but visitors were still allowed. Room number in hand, he headed for the elevator and the fourth floor.
St. Francis was a huge hospital, as old as the city, added onto multiple times over the years. He passed through the oldest parts with its white-painted brick walls through to the newer construction with big bay windows, overlooking the rooftop of the cancer building next door, then three nurses stations, a food cart pushed against the wall, and a room where someone might have been coding, considering all the alarms and the nurses coming from it. Finally, he found Kelly.
She was sitting on a lime green leather chair—the one he would have taken a red-eye back and planted himself in if only he had known, just to be by her side. She was watching sitcoms, playing softly on the television when he stuck his head in her door.
“Hey,” she said brightly through a split and slightly swollen bottom lip.
“Oh, my God, baby.” His stomach crashed through the floor of his gut. Her face was bruised and cut, and her hair had been shaved back on the left side of her head, all the way back to the ear, showing a black line of stitches about an inch long. She was dressed in a hospital gown with a wrist cast on each hand, extending halfway down each forearm. She had a hospital baggy of what looked like her clothes, some papers and medication, a transparent breathing canister with a little yellow ball in it, and the hospital glass she’d been drinking out of since she’d arrived. Her pants were blue paper scrubs, her shirt two white-and-blue patient gowns—one turned around backward—and her shoes were hospital slippers.
“My God,” he said again, and before he could stop it, the Daddy Dom in him came to the forefront, and it didn’t matter that they were in public. “Babygirl, what happened?”
Kelly blinked twice, her gaze sliding past him to the open door, but she didn’t say anything about the pet name.
“A guy merged into me on the freeway,” she said brightly, as if it was no big deal. Like it happened to everybody, and last Tuesday just happened to be her turn. “Want to sign them?” He looked at her casts when she held them up. Coming into the room, he sat down on the window seat/sofa bed beside her chair.
“What was broken?”
She let him take first her left, then her right arm, turning it over to get a better look at the stitches from where the edge of the cast swallowed it up to the tip of her middle finger.
“The airbag deployed. The car rolled. Glass went everywhere. I don’t really remember what happened, except I was driving one minute, and the paramedics were pulling me out the next. Anyway, I got cut a little, my left wrist is broken, and three of my fingers on the other got jammed into my hand, so they had to do surgery. No big deal now. I’ll heal.”
No big deal? He stared at the bulky casts on her small, thin arms, privately telling himself he’d be devastated, no matter who this had happened to, but deeper inside, he knew that wasn’t entirely true. Girlfriends took precedence over friends, even though they’d only been dating steadily for about six months. Besides, most of his other friends were guys. Had any one of them traded places with Kelly, the first words out of his mouth were far more likely to be, “What boneheaded thing did you do to make this happen?”
“Why didn’t you call me?” he asked, letting go of her arm.
She shrugged. “I did call you.”
“No, I mean, why didn’t you call before now?”
“You were on a business trip.”
“You don’t think I’d have rushed home for this?” he asked incredulously.
“I dunno.” She averted her eyes, looking at the TV instead.
“Don’t you play ‘I dunno’ with me, little girl.” He’d been a Daddy Dom long enough to know an evasion when he saw it, but before he could catch her chin in his fingers and gently bring her gaze back to his, a doctor swept into the room.
“Hello.” The doctor was an older gentleman, a good foot shorter than Cole, with only the slightest hint of a paunch on his otherwise thin frame. What hair he had was gray, what hair he didn’t have was covered with a blue kerchief. If not for the lab coat, Cole would have thought he’d been far more at home on the back of a motorcycle than in a hospital.
Rising far enough to shake his hand, Cole said, “What’s the news?”
“Now that you’re here?” Doctor Biker returned, feigning a cheerfulness his face didn’t quite match. “I assume you’re the husband?”
Cole startled, but before he could even arch his eyebrows, Kelly was out of her chair, with her baggy hugged in her arms.
“Yup, that’s him,” she said. He didn’t think for a second, her stepping on his foot was an accident. “This is Cole. We live together, so… see? I won’t be alone.”
Doctor Biker was looking right at him. “Then you’re free to go.”
“Yay!” Kelly edged past him, shuffling her way toward the door, and he didn’t for a second think it was an accident that she didn’t look at him either.
“Hold on.” Cole caught her by the elbow, holding up a staying hand. “What do you mean, ‘not alone?’”
Still smiling, still not quite as cheerful as his eyes betrayed, the doctor said, “We’re sending Miss ** home with some of the good-stuff medication. There will be no driving while she’s on it. There might not even be a lot of walking, which,”—he turned his smile on Kelly—”means you will sit your butt back down in that chair, young lady, and wait for a nurse and a wheelchair. Right?”
Her head falling back on her shoulders, Kelly growled. Obviously, she was beyond ready to go, and Cole was beyond ready to find out exactly what he was being used for—because that’s exactly what this was. He and Kelly had been dating for almost six months, and he loved her completely. If he was ever ready to declare any one girl ‘The One,’ it was her, but he also knew when he was someone’s very convenient excuse. That and finding out about her accident, four days after, was very much on his mind.
“I’ve been here forever,” she pouted, a hint of her sulky Little coming out. “I want to go home.”
He didn’t care if they were in public or not. His Daddy Dom snapped right to forefront.
“Sit your butt,” he repeated, even as the fed-up doctor, who’d obviously seen too much of her uncooperative side already, added, “Butt in that chair, young lady.”
Kelly sat on the foot of the
unmade hospital bed, trying to hide her disgruntlement
“Your wife is a stubborn patient,” Doctor Biker told him flatly.
“You have no idea.” When it came to Littles, cooperation during unpleasant times was, at best, a 50/50 prospect. When it came to Kelly, it wasn’t even half that. “I’m sorry if she’s made things difficult for you.”
Kelly shot him a side-eyed frown.
Doctor Biker snorted. “Not half as sorry as I am for what she’s going to put you through.”
“She,” Kelly said with inflections of her own, “is sitting right here.”
“What do I need to do?” Cole said, biting his tongue before he said something that might either trigger the doctor’s ‘domestic violence’ triggers or Kelly’s fit button.
“Nothing,” Kelly muttered. “I can take care of myself. I’m fine.”
“No driving,” the doctor said again. “The pills might make her drowsy or dizzy. Also, try to get her to rest her hands as much as possible for the next few days. She can’t use her arms, and she’s a fall risk.”
“Got it,” Cole said with a nod, while Kelly threw her frustrated growl at the ceiling and through gritted teeth said, “I’m not going to fall. I’m fine.”
“She’ll be in those casts for the next six weeks. She can’t get them wet.”
“I’m on dish duty,” he said with a nod.
“And shower duty, hair washing duty, and bathroom wiping duty,” Doctor Biker bluntly pointed out.
Face slowly turning bright red, Kelly stared dead at the TV. The burning in his own said he wasn’t far behind. Admittedly, he hadn’t considered that last one.
“I’m. Fine,” Kelly bit through tightly clenched teeth. “I can take care of myself.”
“Not with those casts,” the doctor told her.
She looked at him, and for just a moment, Cole would have sworn an entire conversation was taking place between them. He wished he knew what was being said. It was probably best for everyone that he didn’t. His Daddy Dom was already rankling over her behavior.