Page 40 of His Little Turquoise
She shakes her head against my shoulder.
I love how she clings to me, but I hate how upsetting this is for her. I know it’s mostly her exposed chest that’s causing her to feel panicked. It’s common.
Jefared asks me several more questions, which I quickly answer. “That’s it. You’re good to go. You can take her in to see Dankin now. Mostly redundant of course in your case, but Mia will be the first Little girl Dankin officially processes and clears for transport.”
As Jefared rises. I do too. I shake his hand with my free one before grabbing our belongings and stepping toward the door that leads to the clinic.
Dankin is already waiting for us, and he beams when he sees me. “Surgient.” He holds out a hand.
I drop our packs and shake his hand.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be my first client.” He chuckles. “Did you shove the other men out of the way so you could have first dibs and get on your way back home as fast as possible,” he jokes.
I shrug, grinning. “Fate put this precious Little girl in my path, and all I could do was thank my lucky stars.”
He pats the exam table. “You can set her here. It’s nice to meet you, Mia,” he continues as I try to lower my sweet bundle to the table.
She won’t release my neck, however, which doesn’t surprise me. She has a strong grip for such a tiny thing.
While I work on gently prying her arms from around me, Dankin says, “I know you already did nearly everything required to ensure Mia is in good physical health and can be cleared fortransport, so we’ll keep this brief. Mostly to keep my records in order.”
Mia whimpers, her eyes narrowed with frustration as I grip her wrists and bring her arms to her sides. “Please can I have a blanket?” she murmurs.
“Not right now, Baby girl. It’s perfectly warm in here. I know you’re not cold,” I tell her, trying to be firm. Her little pink nipples are hard points. “Would you like Papi to nick your skin to help you relax?”
She shakes her head.
“Are you going to be a good girl and cooperate for Dankin?”
She nods.
I release her wrists and grab Pokey from her lap, relieved when she leaves her hands at her sides.
Dankin steps up to her other side. “I’m just going to check your vitals, get your height and weight, and ask you a few questions for your chart, Mia.”
She keeps her head down. She’s stiff, and I can feel and scent her anger wafting from her. Dankin can too. It’s distinct.
“Sit up tall for me, Little one, so I can listen to your heart.”
She pouts audibly as she straightens her spine.
“Shoulders back, Mia. Good girl,” Dankin praises as he moves his stethoscope around her chest and then her back. When he’s done, he drapes the stethoscope around his neck and palpates her glands. “Can you tip your head back for me. I’ll take a quick look at your ears, nose, and eyes.”
She doesn’t meet his gaze while he examines her, but at least she cooperates.
“Good girl. Everything looks great. Let’s have you lie back for me now.”
I set a hand on Mia’s back and lower her onto the exam table. She doesn’t react until I lift her hands above her head and restrain her wrists.
“Papi…” She squirms, eyes wide as she finally looks at me. Her frustration is obvious, but so is her arousal, which kicked up several notches as soon as I restrained her.
When Dankin extends another strap across her chest below her breasts, she shudders and purses her lips, jerking her gaze to a random spot on the ceiling. We all know she’s aroused. It’s incredibly common. She doesn’t realize how strong her pheromones are or that both me and Dankin can scent her.
“Have you ever had any issues with your breasts, Little one?” Dankin asks as he palpates her small globes in a spiral, working his way toward her nipples.
She shakes her head, but a whimper escapes when he pinches her little nipple.
He reaches across to do the same to the other side, and by the time he’s done, her nipples are harder than ever, and she’s panting.
