Chapter 19 #2
“Do you check your breasts, Saylor?” Zale asked.
“No,” she admitted honestly, done with pretending.
“Max, once a month after her period, check for anything concerning. Let me show you what to do.” Zale waved Max to the opposite side of the exam table.
Saylor closed her eyes as Zale coached Max through the process. She tried not to react to the sensation of two men’s hands moving on her sensitive breasts, but when they squeezed her nipple, a low moan escaped her lips. She bit her lip, hoping to stifle any additional sounds.
She breathed a sigh of relief when the hands lifted from her skin. Max took her hand again. Zale, however, just moved lower and examined her abdomen. He pressed on a variety of spots as Saylor tried not to react. Who knows what Zale would do if she made any sounds.
“Some congestion here. Add fruit and vegetables to Saylor’s diet.”
That went on Max’s list. Saylor crossed her fingers, hoping he wouldn’t have anything else to add.
“Your daddy is going help you put your foot in the support on that side.” Zale shifted her foot to the stirrup next to the table. He waited until Max helped on the other side and then added, “Scoot your bottom down to my hand.”
Saylor wiggled down further and further. Finally, her bottom touched his gloved hand.
“Still cold, Saylor?” Zale asked.
She nodded eagerly. Zale opened a drawer under the padded top and pulled out a folded blanket. He spread the soft material over her body, draping it over her knees. Saylor gathered the material in her hands, hugging it to her chest.
“Thank you.”
“You are welcome, little girl,” Zale told her.
He sat down between her legs. She could see his face as he spread her legs apart. His professional expression reassured her as the lubricant squirted audibly.
“You’ll feel me touching you, Saylor. Let me know if anything is uncomfortable.”
“Okay.”
Max brushed her hair back from her face as Zale’s fingers stroked through her pink folds. The slick mixture felt cold on her warm skin. She stiffened, trying not to respond as he touched sensitive spots. When he tapped her clitoris, she gasped.
“Sensitive?” Zale asked.
“Yes.”
“That’s a good thing. Saylor, I need to make sure that you are healthy. If you climax, that response is perfectly appropriate. Your daddy will be proud of you.”
Her gaze skidded to Max, who nodded. Zale recaptured her attention as he circled her entrance and inserted two fingers. He stood to press on several places on her stomach before removing his touch and reseating himself. She heard a click and suspected he’d picked up the speculum.
“Take a deep breath, Saylor. Good girl. Now exhale,” Zale coached her. As she pushed the air from her lungs, Zale pressed the device into her tight channel. He opened it gently, stopping when she tensed.
“You’ll feel me collect some cells for the Pap smear.”
Saylor squeezed her eyes shut, expecting the process to be uncomfortable. In a few minutes, she blinked open her eyelids in surprise when she heard him popping a lid on the small container. “You’re done?”
“Yes. Everything looks good except for some redness. I’ll treat the irritation, and the exam will be finished except for the blood draw. I am going to show your daddy something.”
“Really?” Saylor couldn’t imagine both men looking inside her. Would Max wish to see that? He didn’t hesitate but moved between her legs and sat down on Zale’s stool.
“Adjust the light if you need to, so that you can see Saylor’s cervix. I’m concerned that it is red. Sex may become painful without some treatment.”
“Am I causing that?” Max asked, appalled.
Saylor pulled her knees together and scooted upward. Max moved faster than she’d ever seen him. His hands clamped on the sides of her hips, holding her in place. He looked up over the blanket. His expression was as stern as she’d ever seen it.
“No way, little girl. I’m sure Zale has restraints to tether you in place if you move again,” Max warned.
She shook her head and pulled the blanket higher so only her eyes peeked over the top.
“If you move again…” Max warned.
“I’ll be good,” she said. Slowly she eased her thighs apart.
“You aren’t hurting Saylor if that’s what you’re worried about, Max.
Maybe the condoms are the problem. I see some small patches as well on the walls.
To test that theory, I’m going to send home a different condom brand for you to try while the birth control becomes effective.
I’ll treat it today and send the medicine home with you today to brush over any red patches at a non-sexual time—at least not an hour before or after sex. ”
“Birth control will take care of this, won’t it?” Max asked.
“Most probably. But you’ll need to continue with condoms for seven days after her period to prevent pregnancy.”
“What day do you usually start your period, Saylor?” Max asked her.
Her face heated. Could this get any more embarrassing? “Next week. Around the tenth, usually,” she reported.
“That’s perfect. You can get the birth control prescription filled and start it immediately after her cycle finishes.
Until then, a different brand of condoms and some liquid medicine dabbed on any redness,” Zale told him and moved to the cabinet to pull out a tall bottle of a liquid medicine. He poured some into a small container.
Max rubbed the inside of Saylor’s thighs, distracting her from watching. “I’m glad we came if sex would start hurting.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I’m going to let you do this, Max, so you’ll know what to do. Grab that package of swabs with the long handles. Open that and pull one out. Dip it into the blue liquid. That color will help you tell if you’ve coated all the spots.”
Zale met Saylor’s gaze. “This is stimulating. The medicine will build up heat inside you. You’ll need a release so your daddy will help you. She may need several climaxes, Max. Apply at a time when you can caress her for a couple of hours when she needs to come. No sex until after her period.”
Wait! What did he say?
A cool dab touched her deep inside. She looked up to see Max concentrating completely on the display in front of him.
The two men talked as Zale coached him through the process.
A sensation of heat built inside her—starting faint and increasing in intensity.
Holy smokes, that was riveting. Her body burned with need.
“Daddy?” she whispered.
“Your daddy is going to help you, Saylor. That’s the medicine working,” Zale reassured her before addressing Max.
“Now, release the speculum, leaving the swab inside. Withdraw the device while holding the swab in place.”
Saylor felt additional hands guide her daddy’s. Desire built inside her, fueled by the warmth of the mixture and their attention to her. Her hips rose almost of their own volition as she pressed herself into their touch.
“Now as you remove the swab, twist it slightly to apply the medication to her inner walls.” Zale’s voice remained completely professional as he continued to instruct Max. Being out of control while Zale treated her like this was completely normal stoked her desire.
“Good job, Max. Now, caress Saylor externally. Don’t disturb the medication, and no matter how she begs, no intercourse or penetration.”
“Got it, Zale. Once a day?” he asked.
“Definitely start with that. I’ll send you home with a transparent speculum to monitor her progress. You can increase to three times a day, but Saylor shouldn’t need that extensive of a treatment.”
“Thank you, Zale.”
“Go ahead and help Saylor climax a few times as I gather supplies for you. Do you need anal dilators? Her entrance is tight,” Zale asked.
“Definitely. Make me a pile,” Max requested.
Zale laughed, “Got it. New Daddy XL supply assortment. I’ll come draw blood when Saylor’s a bit calmer.”
She didn’t care that Zale moved around the room as her daddy touched her intimately. She needed his caresses so badly. After three massive climaxes, one after another in rapid succession, Saylor finally slumped in relief on the table.
Instantly, Zale was at her side. A faint prick registered on her as he completed his task. Appreciation for his care and skill flowed through her. Zale knew all her secrets now, but she didn’t feel threatened at all. He was Pippa’s daddy. He would protect all the team’s Littles.
And my daddy will take care of me.