Page 31 of Lacey's Daddy
Daddy puts my shirt back on and a clean diaper before standing me next to a black screen where Dr. Morgan arranges my arm in several positions to take multiple pictures. He does the same with the other arm before he’s finished.
He speaks to Daddy. “Why don’t you take Lacey back to the exam room. I’ll meet you there with the images.”
When Daddy lifts me into his arms again to carry me across the hallway, I snuggle against his chest, tucking my arms in close to my breasts.
He leaves the door open and settles on a chair, cradling me. His brow is furrowed when he tips my head back and meets my gaze. “You’re very quiet, sweet girl. What’s going through that pretty head of yours?”
He reaches for my good hand and brings my knuckles to his lips to kiss them. “Are you thinking about how it felt to be restrained to that table, Little one?”
I nod slowly.
“Does it scare you to be so affected by restraints?”
I nod again.
“Like I said, it’s normal, Baby girl. I bet your pussy is feeling very needy.”
My face heats. Does he know everything?
He smiles and kisses my forehead. “I’ll take care of that for you later, Little one.”
Dr. Morgan joins us and turns on a white screen on the wall so it lights up. He slides several X-rays onto the screen.
Daddy keeps me in his arms as he stands and steps closer. He winces and hugs me tighter. “Dammit,” he mutters.
“What’s wrong?” I ask. “Is my arm broken?” I didn’t really think it was that bad.
Dr. Morgan takes a deep breath. “It’s not broken, Little one. Not this time. But it has been broken before. So have four of your ribs and your other arm. Brian’s been working in this profession long enough to read an X-ray.”
“What does that mean?” I ask.
Daddy kisses my forehead again. “It means I’m very glad you will never ever be in a situation where you could be abused again in your lifetime, Baby girl. I’m sorry I didn’t know about your living conditions sooner and get you out of there.”
“It’s not your fault, Daddy. I never told anyone.”
He rubs my back, squeezing me again. “I wish I had noticed the signs.”
Dr. Morgan pats Daddy on the back. “She’s here now, and she’s safe. Nothing will happen to her. But do let someone in legal know about the situation just in case.”
“Already done,” Daddy says.
“Good. Bring her back in a week so I can make sure she’s healing well.”
“Do you think she needs a brace or something on her wrist?” Daddy asks.
“Only if you can’t keep her from using it. As long as she takes it easy, she’ll be fine. No heavy lifting. Keep her calm for a few days. It’s her dominant arm, so you may have to do some things for her she could ordinarily do herself, but I doubt you were going to let her do much of anything anyway.” He chuckles. “Call me if you have any problems.”
Dr. Morgan turns to stroke my cheek with one finger. “Welcome to the island, Little one. You hit the Daddy jackpot. I’ve been wondering when Brian would get wise and claim you.”
“How did he even know you knew me?” I ask Daddy after the doctor leaves the room.
Daddy sits on a chair with me in his lap to put my sandals on. Finally, he stands me on my feet and grabs the harness. “I’ve spoken about you many times, sweet girl.”
“You have?”
“Yes. Does that surprise you? I’ve had my eyes on you for a long time, but you were a tough nut to crack, always so shy and quiet. Sometimes I struggled to get you to look at me.”
“I didn’t want you to find out about my home life.”
