First I called him doctor. Then he made me call him Daddy.
We’ve been friends for two years, but last night Aaron York took my temperature.
The embarrassing way.
I was running a slight fever and he’s a medical professional, but we both know that isn’t the real reason Aaron pulled my panties down and slid the thermometer in while I squirmed and blushed.
Now I’m waiting in his office, bare and on display for a very thorough, intimate examination.
But it’s not because he’s my doctor. It’s because he’s my Daddy.
Author: Adaline Raine
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“I couldn’t give you anything yesterday because of the suspected concussion, but I had an anti-inflammatory medication called in to the pharmacy. It will also help with the pain, but it’s not a narcotic.” Aaron set two packets down on the coffee table and had a pair of purple latex gloves on. I eyed the shiny silver packets.
“I can’t swallow pills.”
“These aren’t going in your mouth, kitten.”
“Now I definitely don’t want them.”
Aaron shot me one of his authoritative glares, and caused my tummy to flip as he opened up the packets.
“There’s no reason to be uncomfortable, and you’ll feel a lot better.”
“No.” I tightened my grip on the blanket and shimmied onto my back to keep my bottom far away from his hands.
Undeterred, he reached under the mountain of blankets with both hands, and wrestled my pajama pants down to my thighs. I wasn’t fighting him, but I wasn’t helping. While keeping his eyes on me, he popped the first bullet inside my bottom. It made the moment so much hotter and proof of my arousal trickled down my thighs. His finger stayed inside me, and I clenched around it.
“C-can you move your finger?”
“No, the medication could slip out from all your wriggling. Unfortunately, you picked the most difficult way to do this, and now we’ve got to wait for the suppository to melt.”
I covered my eyes with both of my hands, the hold on the blanket abandoned. “I’m so aroused right now, it should be a crime.”
“Look at me, sweetheart.”
I dropped my hands and did as he told me.
“Play with yourself.”
No. Hell, no.
Of all the things which he could have told me to do, masturbating while he watched me, his finger knuckle-deep in my most private hole, hadn’t been at the top of that list.
“You heard me.”