Page 33 of Daddy Devious

“It was my pleasure, Victoria. Maxwell, I’ll send Millie back in for the blood draw, but unless something pops on her bloodwork, I’d say you have a very healthy Little girl on your hands. Do you have any questions for me?”

“I do. How often should I clean out her bottom? I know her diet wasn’t the best before, so I wasn’t sure if that was something we should be doing on a regular basis or not.”

Oh, god. Did he seriously just ask that? “Daddy,” I whine, burying my face in his neck.

“Shh, little one. Daddy needs to know how to take care of you so you can stay a healthy and happy Little girl.”

“As long as she is having three or more bowel movements a week, regular enemas shouldn’t be necessary. That being said, I have found them to be very useful in correcting a sulky Little girl’s attitude on occasion.”

“Duly noted. Thank you, Doctor.”

“Anytime. I’ll send Millie in.”

Sniffling, I curl into Daddy’s chest, tucking myself as tightly against him as I can manage. “Don’t wanna needle.”

“I know, little one. But you can be a big, brave girl for Daddy, can’t you?”

“No.”

Beneath me, his chest rumbles. “Someone is going to need a nap when we get home, I see.”

“Nuh-uh. Naps are for babies.”

“And you’remybaby. Ah, here’s Millie. Hold your arm out, little one.”

It takes some more cajoling, the promise of a chocolate chip muffin with breakfast, and a swat to the thigh to get me to comply, but eventually Millie is able to take what seems like way too much blood out of my arm. Daddy thanks her, and carries me out of the exam room and back out into the bright sunlight.

“The cafe is about a block from here. Do you want to walk, little one?”

The last thing I want is for him to let go of me, but it doesn’t seem fair to make him walk a whole block with me wrapped around him. “I can walk.”

“Maybe we should get you a stroller,” Daddy says as he places me on my feet and takes my hand. “For days when you don’t feel like walking. Would you like that, Victoria?”

“I dunno. Maybe.”

We walk the block to the cafe, with Daddy pointing out different shops along the way. The bookstore is right across from the doctor’s office, along with a pizza shop and a store dedicated to stuffed animals. Closer to the cafe is the clothing shop, which Daddy has to drag me away from with the threat of a spanking, a store filled with candy in every color of the rainbow, and a spa. Daddy says we have an appointment there this afternoon, but when I ask for more details, he remains frustratingly tight-lipped.

We cross the street to the cafe—after a very stern lecture from Daddy about holding his hand and looking both ways as if I haven’t been crossing the street on my own for nearly two decades—and when Daddy opens the door, we’re greeted by the most delicious array of scents. My tummy rumbles, reminding me I haven’t eaten yet today, and I tug on Daddy’s hand. “Daddy, I’mstarving.”

“As soon as we find your Auntie Cat, we can order breakfast.”

“Looking for me?”

I turn, and my jaw literally falls open as I come face to face with the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. Stunning is the only word I can think of to describe her, with her high, sculpted cheekbones and piercing eyes that are such a dark brown they’re nearly black. Hair the color of raven’s wings falls in a straight waterfall down her back.

Beside her, I feel exactly how I’ve been treated since I got in that car with Mr. Stone: like a child, completely incapable of competing with the beautiful woman in front of me.

“Ah, there you are, Cat.” Daddy’s voice warms with his greeting. “Cat, this is Victoria. Victoria, this is your Auntie Cat. Say hello, little one.”

But I’m far too overwhelmed, both by her beauty and a new worry creeping into my mind to speak. Instead, I duck behind Daddy, not caring that even if Icouldhide behind him, he would never allow it. I just need a moment to gather my courage and calm my racing heart.

“Victoria. Don’t be rude,” Daddy scolds, just as I’d expected him to.

“It’s all right, Maxwell.” Because she’s nearly as tall as Daddy in her high-high heels, Auntie Cat crouches down to my level. “It can be scary meeting new people, can’t it, sweet girl?”

Poking my head out from behind Daddy, I nod, earning myself a bright smile from Auntie Cat. “There’s that pretty face. Oh, aren’t you justdarling. You can come out, little one. I promise I don’t bite.”

“Daddy said you spank really hard, though.” Heat rushes to my cheeks. Of all the things I could have said,that’sthe first thing that comes out of my mouth?

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