Page 6 of Lacey's Daddy
I should have stayed home tonight, but I hate it when I miss an opportunity to go to the Dungeon. Now I’m probably in over my head. I’m going to have to lie.
“These are fingerprints, Lacey,” Brian says softly as he points to the obvious outline of my father’s fingers on my wrist.
My father grabbed my arm and yanked it so hard last night that my shoulder hurts, too. He squeezed my wrist until I winced, and then got great pleasure in slowly twisting it until I cried.
Brian sets my hand on my thigh. “Lie back for me, Baby girl.” He doesn’t wait for me to agree. He simply sets a hand between my shoulder blades and guides me onto my back.
Without a word, he lifts my dress up over my stomach and pulls my tights down a few inches.
I stare at the ceiling. My heart is beating so hard I can feel it in my ears.
Brian says nothing while he leans over my tummy and carefully touches it in a few places.
When I wince, he glances at my face. He’s all business. I feel like I’m in a real doctor’s office. It’s hard to remember this is the club because the room looks exactly like a clinic, and Brian really is a nurse.
I hold my breath as he pulls my tights down another few inches. My emotions are all over the place. I’m trying to ignore the obvious and disassociate, but all I can do when I separate myself from my problems is think about the fact that I’m in the exact position I’ve dreamed about so many times.
There’s an ache between my legs that has nothing to do with any injury. It’s an ache that only a Daddy can fix.ThisDaddy. Brian. I really wish we were in here doing a planned scene instead of him examining me for real.
“I’m going to press on your tummy in a few places, sweet girl. I need to make sure you’re not badly injured inside.”
I hold my breath as he presses against my tummy. It hurts, but I don’t cry.
“Such a brave Little girl,” he praises. “What about here?” He presses in another place and then another before saying, “I don’t think the bruising is very deep, but I’m not a doctor, and even if I were, you would still need some tests to make sure there’s no damage to your kidneys or your liver.”
I shake my head. “It doesn’t hurt too bad. I don’t need tests.”
He ignores me as his fingers reach for my tights again. “I’m going to pull your tights down, Lacey. I’ll be careful to leave your panties in place.”
I don’t want him to pull my tights down, but when I reach for them to stop him, I cry out because my arm hurts.
Brian comes to my side and sets a hand on the top of my head before looking me in the eyes. His expression is unwavering and firm, his eyes narrowed and piercing. “Who do you live with, Lacey?”
“My father,” I whisper.
“No one else?”
I shake my head.
“Where’s your mother?”
“She died when I was ten.”
“Does anyone else come to the house?”
“No,” I murmur. I’m trembling badly again. I feel lightheaded. I didn’t eat dinner, so that’s not helping. I should have eaten something before I came.
He rubs my head gently as he continues asking me questions. “Do you have a job, Little one?”
“No, Sir,” I murmur.
“Do you go to school?”
I purse my lips and shake my head.
“What do you do during the day, Little one?”
“I take care of the house,” I tell him.
