Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Before she could stop herself, Rosa blurted, “Birth control.” Street rubbed her back rewarding her bravery. She leaned back against his touch.
“I’ll have to examine you to make sure you’re healthy,” Razor told her as he taped the gauze into place.
“I guessed you’d be a stickler.”
“I prefer being called a thorough and concerned doctor,” Razor said.
Rosa’s gaze dropped to the bowl of water with the floating flecks. She nodded. “Okay.”
“I’ll set up the appointment with your Daddy.”
“Can he be here with me?”
“Of course,” Razor said.
She rested her head on Street’s broad shoulder. Her hand ached a bit but actually the ache had gotten less intense. Who knew those bits of plastic would rub so much? “I need a nap, Daddy.”
“Good idea, Little girl,” Street agreed.
Razor handed him a container of large, bullet-shaped pills. “Place one deep in her bottom in the morning and before bed. A diaper or panty liner will keep things tidy.”
“What?” she roused, staring at the medicine in horror. “In my butt? A diaper?”
Street ignored her outburst. “Got it, Razor. Thanks for seeing her.”
“No more pipe work for a week. Then, only with gloves, at all times!” Razor said, underlining the last three words with emphasis in his voice.
“But Fury needs me,” Rosa protested.
“You can measure if you want. No cutting,” Razor said, standing firm.
“Okay,” she agreed and yawned.
“If you’d like, take Rosa into the room beside my office. I have a bed set up for Honey to nap when she’s here with me. I just put on fresh sheets. Rosa can sleep off the medicine while you work, and you can pick her up after your shift,” Razor suggested.
“No covers for Rosa,” Street warned.
“Got it. Settle her there and give her a dose of medicine. Are you comfortable inserting suppositories?”
Rosa looked back and forth between the two men. “I don’t…”
“You will take your medicine like a good girl or get spanked and then take your medicine. Which would you prefer?” Street told her firmly.
His dominant tone thrilled and pissed her off. Part of her wanted to be Little like in the tattered books one restaurant patron forgotten in a canvas bag Rosa had found under a table a few years ago. The survivor part that had helped her stay alive bristled with indignation at being told what she would or wouldn’t do. Rosa stared at him as she struggled to figure out how to react.
“I’ll let you two work this out,” Razor said before quietly seeing himself out of the room.
“Does your hand feel better?” Street asked softly.
“Yes.”
“Do you think Razor knows what he’s doing?”
“But in my bottom,” she whined.
“Your tummy won’t get upset, and the medicine will absorb efficiently.” Street gentled his tone as he continued, “Daddy will help you tolerate the placement, Dinorosa.”
“You won’t laugh at me?”
“I will never make fun of you,” he promised, drawing an X across his chest with one hand before lifting his index finger to poke toward his eye.
Rosa understood the gesture easily. Cross my heart and hope to die. Stick a needle in my eye.
“Okay,” she whispered.
“Good girl.”
Chapter 12
Street steered Rosa through Razor’s office and into the connecting room. A princess bed with pink netting and a fluffy pink and white comforter occupied most of the small space. He flipped the light switch on, and a gentle glow dispersed the shadows, allowing him to see when he shut the door.
“Daddy’s going to take care of his Little girl,” Street whispered to the adorably sleepy woman who stood by the side of the bed. She trailed her fingers over the dancing animals on the bedspread as he unfastened her jeans and stripped them off. She would be more comfortable without them.
Helping himself to the supplies in the room, Street spread a protective quilted pad over the middle of the bed before picking Rosa up and setting her on the material. Without hesitating, she stretched on the pillow with a soft sound of enjoyment. Rosa turned over on her side with a bit of encouragement.
Street rubbed her cute bottom, and his cock twitched inside his jeans. He was going to have a tough time explaining his hard-on to the men on his shift, Street thought with a silent laugh. He didn’t care. They could be jealous of his beautiful, fierce, Little girl.
He opened the bag Razor had packed for him. A big tube of lubricant and the bottle of medicine sat inside along with three small diapers. The doctor had added more supplies, and he would investigate thoroughly later. After shaking one of the two-inch long suppositories into his hand, he laid the medicine on the quilted pad and grabbed the lubricant.
Unsure how tight her bottom would be, Street squeezed a healthy amount of the lubricant on his index finger before setting the tube aside where he could grab more if needed. Rosa stiffened as he pulled her panties down to expose her bottom.