Page 19 of His Little Ametrine
I like the way she addresses him even though I have not yet informed her that she will be expected to speak reverently to Eleadian males.
Jefared already has the rest of her details entered, and he rises to open the door behind him. “Dankin is expecting you.”
I rise and carry Sara through to the medical exam room.
“Who is Dankin?” she asks in a soft inquisitive voice.
“The ship’s doctor. He will examine you to make sure you’re healthy before we leave for home.”
“I’m healthy, Papi. I’ve never been sick in my life.”
“That’s good, Baby girl, but you still need a thorough exam. We have equipment that’s far more advanced than anything on Earth to detect all sorts of potential issues you might not be aware of.”
Dankin enters the room from the other side and holds out a hand. “Good to see you, Raevion.” He shifts his attention to the sweet Little girl in my arms and smiles. “Nice to meet you, Sara.”
“Hi,” she murmurs.
Dankin pats the end of the exam table. “She can sit here. We’ll get started.”
I tug the blanket away as I lower her to her diapered bottom on the end of the table.
She whimpers and reaches out for the blanket. “Papi…”
I set it on the chair behind me. “You won’t need the blanket during your exam, Little one.”
Sara crosses her arms over her small breasts, her cheeks turning pink.
I lift her chin to meet her gaze as I gently encircle her wrists with my fingers and tug them to her sides. “Sit up tall for the doctor. Keep your hands at your sides.” There are so many things I have not told her. “Little girls on Eleadia are expected to keep their fingers away from their nipples.”
She inhales sharply and then purses her lips. Her cheeks are bright red now.
Dankin steps to her other side, warming his stethoscope with his palm. “I’m going to listen to your heart first, Sara. Can you sit tall for me?” he reminds her.
She finally straightens her spine, but she keeps her lips pursed and closes her eyes.
“Deep breaths, Little one,” Dankin encourages. “Good girl.” He moves the disk around her chest and back before setting it aside. He then rounds to her front to examine her ears, nose, eyes, and throat, palpating her neck when he’s done.
I hold her small hand, wondering if she has any idea she has flipped hers over and grips two of my much larger fingers with her entire fist.
“Lie back for me,” Dankin says as we both help her recline. He guides her hands above her head next.
Sara’s breath hitches again. Goosebumps rise on her skin, and her pretty nipples tighten.
A deep inhale tells me she’s aroused. It’s common. I’m pleased. It’s a good sign. Her innate submissive will thrive on being exposed and restrained. In fact, when I reach up and claspher wrists to hold them above her head, she arches her chest and lets out a soft moan.
I set my free hand on her chest. “Be a good girl while the doctor examines you. Some of the exam will be exactly what you’re used to. Other parts will be foreign to you. Papi will be right here the entire time. I can hold your hands out of the way, or I can restrain them if you’d rather. Which would you prefer?”
She licks her lips. “You hold them, Papi,” she whispers.
“I expect you to address the doctor and all other men we encounter as Sir and speak politely to them.”
She swallows. “Yes, Sir.”
I lean over and kiss her forehead. “Good girl.”
She shivers.
Dankin stands across from me. “I’m going to examine your breasts, Little one. Have you ever had any issues with them?”
