Page 52 of The Captain's Little Girl

A flash of their doggie style lovemaking last night flashed through her mind and Cricket felt her face heat with embarrassment at the thought that Doniphan would know about their intimate play. She tugged her hand from Mark’s and covered her face. Cricket didn’t want to look at either man. Her daddy brushed his fingers through her hair, reminding Cricket that he was with her.

“I’ll apply a liquid healing agent. Cricket, this may feel warm to you,” Doniphan warned. “You’ll feel the medicated swab.”

Something soft brushed deep inside her and the sensation of heat built. It wasn’t unpleasant, and she tried to convince herself that it wasn’t arousing either. But her body wasn’t listening to her. It felt so good. Cricket began struggling to lie still on the table.

After applying it liberally inside her, Doniphan swiped the tip of the applicator over her clitoris. “Cricket, I want you to allow yourself to have an orgasm. I’ll help you,” Doniphan coached her.

“No!” she wailed before sliding her hands from covering her eyes to meet Mark’s gaze. He couldn’t want another man to make her come! She could feel Doniphan’s fingers caressing her. An orgasm loomed over her despite her efforts to keep herself from responding.

“Doniphan needs to know you are healthy in all ways. It’s okay, baby girl. Let yourself go,” Mark consoled her. He caressed her sensitive breasts, building the sensation inside her body.

With a cry into the quiet room, Cricket allowed herself to find her pleasure. The men’s hands gentled against her before lifting away from her body. Cricket drooped onto the table, completely spent.

She heard the snap of gloves and the clink of glass but didn’t react. The exam is over, right?

Wrapping a tourniquet around her upper arm, Doniphan warned, “A small ouchie, Cricket.”

She felt the needle pierce her skin. Doniphan was good. She hardly felt anything. He stretched a bandage over her skin and patted her shoulder, making Cricket proud of how brave she was.

A sloshing sound heralded something she wasn’t expecting. She opened her eyes when Doniphan’s pants brushed her toes. He had a liquid-filled bottle in his hands that he shook to mix up the contents.

“A bit of medicine to make your tummy feel better and to help you take a nap. You’ll feel much better by the barbecue tonight,” Doniphan assured her.

Before she could react, he pressed a nozzle into her bottom and released a tab on the top. The liquid gushed into her body, despite her attempts to keep it out by tightening her muscles and squirming.

“The medicine needs to stay inside you for a bit,” Doniphan explained, pressing a plug into her bottom before patting her buttock fondly.

“You’ve been a model patient, Cricket,” he praised her.

“Mark. Come wrap a diaper around Cricket’s hips while the medicine works inside her,” Doniphan requested as he logged all the samples and straightened the area.

Cricket blinked her eyes. She was so sleepy. The medicine inside her was warm and seemed to flow deeper as the minutes clicked by. She could hear Doniphan sharing instructions about using a set of dilators for her bottom. Deciding to escape from that thought, Cricket closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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