Page 35 of The Captain's Little Girl

“Can you come for Daddy, baby girl?”

Cricket opened her eyes to meet Mark’s gaze. She glanced at Doniphan. He stood nearby, watching her.

“Look at Daddy, baby girl,” Mark ordered. “Focus on me, Cricket.”

Nodding slowly so she didn’t make herself sick, Cricket concentrated on Mark. She was aware of Doniphan’s presence. It seemed so naughty to have him there. When her daddy leaned in to kiss her body, it was too much to keep her eyes open. He tasted and nibbled lightly, drawing those whirling, rapturous sensations from her. Sealing his lips around her clit, he alternated between sucking and brushing his tongue across that sensitive bundle of nerves.

Her breath came in gasps as she tried to breathe, interrupting the quiet of the room. The heat of the light shining down on her and the hard tabletop underneath her reminded Cricket that she was displayed fully to their view. There was no place she could hide. They knew all her secrets.

“Mmm!” Mark’s hum of delight vibrated her most intimate space as he stretched her soaked entrance with two fingers pressed inside.

“Ahhh!” she cried out as all the sensations crashed together in a massive climax.

Her daddy continued to pleasure her, but gentled his touch to extend her orgasm. When she relaxed on the table, he lifted his mouth to praise her.

“Good girl.” He stood and moved from between her legs.

The crinkle of plastic caught her attention, and she peeked over to Doniphan. He unwrapped a thick bullet-shaped object.

“I have a bit of medicine for you, Cricket. Remember, this is going to make you sleepy and ease that yucky sick feeling.”

Before she could react, Doniphan moved between her spread legs to press the suppository deep into her bottom.

“No!” burst from her throat.

“Doniphan takes care of us,” Mark reminded her as Doniphan stripped off his gloves. “He’s helping you feel better.”

“Let’s get a diaper on her bottom since that medicine might get messy. Then we’ll tuck her into bed,” Doniphan suggested, only reacting to her protest by smoothing a hand over her shoulder.

Soon she snuggled into the covers, drifting somewhere between being awake and asleep. Cricket could hear them talking quietly in the hall.

“Poor Cricket. I hate to see her feeling so bad. In a couple of weeks, bring her to my home office. There are some birth control medicines that can help with her symptoms. I’ll need to do an exam before starting her on anything,” Doniphan shared compassionately.

“Will do, Doniphan. I’d like her to be protected anyway. Cricket must be good at masking how badly she felt every month,” Mark commented.

Cricket got teary at the concern in his voice. She squeezed Buttons in her arms tight and allowed herself to drift to sleep, feeling so much better. Thank you, Daddy… and Doniphan.

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