Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
“I can’t eat, Phineas. I’m too nervous about tomorrow,” Tiffanie said as her Daddy stood in the kitchen of his home preparing to cook for her.
“Not an option. Let’s go to your nursery. I think it’s time your Daddy played doctor with you to get you ready for your appointment.”
“I don’t like to go to the doctor. That’s not a game I’m interested in,” she protested, crossing her arms over her chest in defiance. She glared at Phineas, daring him to attempt to make her walk to the nursery.
“There’s my Little girl’s fire. I knew you hadn’t given up.” Phineas stepped forward and scooped her off the stool she sat on at the island.
“I said, no!” She wiggled, trying to free herself.
Immediately, Phineas stopped in the hallway and set her feet on the carpet. “Do you trust me, Princess?”
“Yes,” she said begrudgingly as she glared at him.
“You’re worried about tomorrow.”
“So.”
“I can take your mind off that, but you have to allow me.”
“You can’t,” she said confidently.
“How much do you worry when I tell you a good night story?”
Her mind flew immediately to the orgasms Phineas lavished on her when she had trouble sleeping. Pleasure completely whisked away anything she struggled to stop fretting about.
“You really think you can make me stop worrying?”
“Yes.”
So much confidence filled that three-letter word. She stared at him. Tiffanie had learned to rely on Phineas. He’d never shown her any reason not to have confidence in him. At all. By stopping to talk to her now, he underlined how he put her first—even when he was sure he could help her. He wouldn’t use force.
Slowly her anger fizzled out. “Help me, Daddy. I’m scared.”
“Good girl.”
He didn’t give her time to second-guess herself. Phineas lifted her off her feet and carried her to the nursery. He set her on the padded changing table and pressed his hands down on her thighs. “You are to sit right here, Little girl.”
She nodded quickly at his strict tone. “Yes, Daddy.”
Phineas walked to a cabinet and pulled a set of keys out of his pocket to unlock one of the doors. That was locked? She hadn’t ever tried the handles to check. All the fun toys were in the big chest.
He removed a folded white piece of fabric and shook the material. Tiffanie swallowed hard as he slid his arms into the garment. A white doctor’s coat shouldn’t be any big deal. Just a bit of role-play. The impact of seeing his broad shoulders encased in the medical attire made her heart beat faster. Not from fear, but from arousal. Maybe an appointment with the doctor could be fun.
From her spot on the table, Tiffanie couldn’t see into the cabinet. She tried to lean forward but sat up straight when her Daddy leaned around the open door to meet her gaze and cleared his throat. “Sorry!”
She slumped in place. Her mind raced a thousand miles an hour. What was he doing? What was in there? In a few brief minutes, he lowered a tray out of the way and shut the door, locking the supply area securely. He dropped his keys in his pocket with a jingle and turned to carry a towel-covered tray toward her.
Damn! She still couldn’t see what he’d gathered. “Daddy?”
“Daddy’s tools to take care of you. Let’s get these pesky clothes off. I can’t make sure you’re healthy if you’re all covered up.”
He raised the hem of her shirt over her head and folded the garment neatly on the tabletop. Phineas removed her comfortable sports bra next. She’d gotten used to wearing those at home during her treatments. They adjusted easily as she lost weight and didn’t have any wires to poke her if she slumped ill on the couch or the bathroom floor. He dealt with her leggings and panties so efficiently that Tiffanie was actually surprised when she stood naked in front of him.
“Don’t I get a gown?” she asked, half-joking, half-serious.
“No hiding from the doctor, Little girl. Let’s set your clothes on the rocker.” He carried her garments away.
With each step he took, Tiffanie felt more vulnerable and naked. Not in a horrible way but underlining that she was not in control of this situation. She noticed her panties sat on top of her leggings.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Princess.”
“Could you hide my panties under my leggings?”
“Why?”
“I don’t want you to see my panties.”
He scanned her slowly, reminding her she was completely naked in front of him. She shivered slightly, feeling exposed, even so, having her panties lying there for him to see was wrong. “That’s just how it’s done, Daddy.”
Chuckling, Phineas tucked her underwear out of sight. He winked at her as he returned to her side. “Better?”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome. Now, up on the table with you. I need to examine you closely.”
“I’m fine, Daddy.”
“I’m glad.” He drew the towel back from one half of the tray and revealed a stethoscope, a small penlight, and a tongue depressor, as well as a stack of gloves. Why would he need so many?