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"I-Is this really necessary, Papa?"
"Now, lamb, we have been over this before. You are my responsibility. I do not want anyone making sure you are healthy but me. You trust me to take care of you, don't you?"
"Of course I trust you-"
"Then just lie back for me and behave." He placed another pillow between the small of your back and his head board, easing the others under your knees to make sure you were as comfortable as possible. "This is for your own good, you know."
"I know, Papa," you sighed, melting into the mattress and putting up no resistance when he pressed his palms into the plush of your thighs and eased them open wider, nudging the hem of your habit up around your waist.
He stroked his fingertips along your inner thighs, up one and down the other in a monotonous rhythm, getting you used to the unfamiliar feeling of his ungloved hands on your goose-pimpled skin. He took in the sight of your sex with an appreciative hum, neatly groomed curls framing soft, ruffled folds and you stifled the urge to squirm under his intense stare. "Well, you look lovely as ever, my angel...But you know I must be thorough." He winked and gave your thighs a playful squeeze. "Are you ready for me to begin your inspection?"
You managed a small, nervous nod and a weak smile. He brought both hands between your legs slowly, methodically parting your lips with careful fingers, running a thumb along your slit and coating it with the juices that had started to flow. "So wet already, lamb..."
You deflated a bit in embarrassment, cheeks starting to redden. "No, no, that is a good thing," he chuckled, bringing his hand to his pouty lips to taste your sweet nectar with heavy-lidded, mismatched eyes. "Your young body is very responsive...Just as it should be." He rested his thumb on your clit, circling it gently until a needy mewl escaped your lips. "Your little bud is so swollen...So nice and plump for Papa."
You whimpered quietly, panting and trembling under the strain of trying to keep still, hips itching to rock in time with his tender movements, desperate for more pressure to relieve the tightening in your belly, keenly aware that if you could just coax him to press harder, circle faster, your release would come like a tidal wave. He could get you there so effortlessly if he wanted to, but that was clearly not his plan. And you knew from experience that if you fussed or wiggled too much he would stop the session altogether. The aching in your core was too strong by then to give him anything other than complete obedience. "P-Please..."
"Easy now," he soothed. "I am going to do the internal examination and I will need you to stay completely relaxed. Can you do that for me, angel?"
You nodded a bit more frantically. "I'll be good, Papa. Please keep going."
He laughed harder, positioning two digits at your puckering entrance. "Such an eager thing..." He pushed them into you slowly and you couldn't help but gasp and throw your head back into the nest of pillows, clenching around the invading digits. "Do not squeeze like that," he scolded with a slight disapproving scowl. "I must check every inch of your sweet little cunt and you are making it impossible."
"I...I'm trying to relax, Papa...I promise I am." You were losing control rapidly, clutching at the sheets as his fingers probed and curled within your walls. When he made deliberate contact with your g-spot you yelped and bit down hard on your lower lip, pressing your teary eyes shut as you fought to stop the spinning of the room around you. "P-Please...Please...It's too much..."
"I know, my sweet girl. I know. You've been very good for me tonight. You always are." He reached out his free hand to stroke your stomach, feeling it quiver against his palm, just barely starting to pump into you in time with your heavy, ragged breaths. "You can grip my fingers now. Bare down and ride my hand."
The sound you made shocked you, a lewd snarl that bubbled up through your chest as your body finally started to move. You tightened around his fingers as hard as your strength would allow, with hungry snaps of your hips that he met with his hand slamming into your dripping pussy every time.
Without warning he stilled his digits as deep inside you as he could, pressing down harder on your abdomen to keep you still and rutting his palm against your clit hard and fast, fingers still curling relentlessly inside your snug grip. You cried out from the intensity, grasping and clawing at him when you started to see stars.
"That's it...That's it, my sweet love..." He stayed maddeningly calm while you thrashed, grinning sharp-toothed in satisfaction. With a wail your back arched off the bed when the orgasm rushed through you, hot and violent. He kept working your pussy through it with his usual precision, drawing out your pleasure until you twitched erratically and squirted across the surface of the bed.
You went limp, tangled in the rumpled, soaked bedding, whimpering and rolling onto your side in a fetal position once he carefully pulled his hands away. You didn't feel it when the dip of his weight on the bed disappeared, and you barely felt it when he returned and helped you to sit up, pressing a glass of water to your lips to drink.
"I would say everything is working fine, wouldn't you?" When you could finally focus enough to look at him, he had an unmistakably smug expression and you poked him in the soft spot of his tummy with an exhausted giggle and narrowed eyes. He eased you back down protectively and leaned down to kiss your forehead, straightening your clothes and draping a warm, dry blanket over you. "Rest now, my angel...Doctor's orders."