Page 254 of Double Daddies
“I do, but Avery has trust issues and she’s not ready to be alone with me to that degree.” When her head lifted, dark eyes swollen and hazy, he smiled at her. “Allan knew I was in your section of the kitchen, sweetling. As much as it’s gonna embarrass you, he heard everything. You were never alone; he had your back.”
Her forehead thunked back against his neck as she moaned.
“Ibuprofen and aloe gel coming right up.” The doc agreed, strolling over to one of the cabinets. “What scale of bruising are we looking at? I have arnica capsules if needed—Evander-approved.”
“Minimal bruising if any. It was a light spanking, Isaac,” Clay told him dryly, pausing when Avery snorted in disagreement, “not a caning.”
“Your sub might not be in agreement there.” Chuckling, Isaac pulled a sleeve of pills from a box in the cabinet and popped three into his palm. Selecting a bottle of water from the under-counter refrigerator, he returned and set the bottle on the counter, the tablets in Clay’s free hand. “Can I assume you’d like some privacy?”
Clay glanced around. The med clinic wasn’t what he’d had in mind for a quiet space, but it fit the bill. There was also the added advantage of having Isaac as a chaperone to ease Avery’s mind—the trust thing was slightly concerning.
Little Avery was an unknown quantity—was she shy, outgoing, an exhibitionist?
“Would you mind hanging around for a while? Just as a precaution.”
“Of course. Let me find the aloe.” Isaac headed for the far end of the row of cupboards.
“Here, sweetling. Open your mouth.”
She clamped her lips shut.
“Avery, the pills will help. Open up.”
Peeking at him from under the longest, darkest lashes he’d ever seen, she poked the tip of her tongue out and shook her head.
“Are you allergic to ibuprofen?”
“Nope.” She popped theplike it was bubblegum.
“So you’re just being awkward then?”
“Yup.” Another poppedp.
Clay refused to grin, even though he was thrilled she’d finally given up fighting herself. She was a playful brat, and if the light beginning to gleam in her eyes was any indication, playful could turn to mischievous in a heartbeat. “Do you know how this Daddy makes sure his little girl gets her medication when she refuses to take it?”
Belligerence flashed in the dark brown gaze. “No.”
Now he grinned, wolfish and predatory, as he walked over to the exam table and set her down on her feet. Dropping the ibuprofen in her hand and folding her fingers around the pills, he proceeded to yank down her pants and panties for a second time, stroking his palm over her tender butt. “I bend her over the nearest flat surface, spread her cheeks wide so I can see her tiny little asshole, and stretch it open with my finger.”
Eyes wide, she lowered her gaze to his big hands and thick, rough fingers.
“When she’s moaning and that ring of muscle isn’t quite as tight anymore, I put the medication in her bottom where she can’t do something silly like spit it out. Do you know what happens then, Avery? Do you know what happens to that naughty brat when she won’t take her medication like a good, obedient little girl?”
Avery shook her head slowly, side to side, with her eyes never leaving his. “N-No.”
Bending down so his lips were almost brushing her ear, in the darkest tone he could muster, Clay crooned, “That naughty little girl gets her ass fucked, Avery. She gets her bottom filled with a big, thick, hard cock and fucked until her legs can’t hold her anymore. When she’s full of her Daddy’s cum, desperate for the orgasm she’s not allowed, in goes the butt plug to hold it all where it belongs, meds and all.”
He felt the shudder run through her, head to toe, as her knees threatened to buckle.
“Do you want to be that naughty girl, Avery?”
Evidently, part of her did. There was a yearning in her to be that brave, to push the boundaries until she crossed them. She just wasn’t confident enough to go that far yet.
Swallowing hard, she assessed his hands again, then his crotch.
The rebellion in her eyes dimmed as she tossed back the pills in her hand and gulped them down dry.
“That’s a good girl.”
