Page 13 of His Little Garnet

ChapterFive

Olivia

“I’m going to examine you now, Baby girl.”

What? We’re not done?“It’s not necessary. I had a full physical recently. I promise I’m in good health. Could I please just have some clothes or a blanket?”

He smiles as he sets a stethoscope on my chest to listen to my heart.

I sigh. It doesn’t seem like I’m going to win this battle. He’s determined.

I’m unnerved though. I’m completely naked—not just exposed to this man who’s claimed me as his own but also another man I met minutes ago. Sure, he’s also a doctor but still.

“On Earth, we usually give the patient a gown when they go to the doctor,” I point out.

Papi chuckles. “You have odd customs on Earth. Lift your arms over your head for me, Little one.” He stretches my good arm up while Surgient carefully angles my broken arm to join it. Surgient keeps his large hand over my two arms at the elbows, pinning me down.

I shudder at this new level of exposure. Something about having my hands restrained above my head makes me feel even more naked. I’m also aroused, which is irrational.

I assume Papi’s touch is making me horny, that and the fact that he recently pricked my arm with that weird quill of his. Surgient’s touch doesn’t affect me like Papi’s.

I squirm when Papi sets his hands on my belly.

“I didn’t see anything concerning in your scan, but I still want to make sure you don’t have any painful spots in your abdomen.” He presses around my stomach, making me wince a few times.

His brows furrow when he checks those areas closer.

“That’s just my bowels,” I inform him. I’m sure he knows this though.

“Do you have regular bowel movements, Baby girl?”

My face heats. “Regular enough. Could we maybe not talk about it?”

He presses in one spot again, making me draw my knees up. His gaze comes to mine. “Eleadian men are much more intimately familiar with their females than men on Earth, Little one. From now on, nothing will happen to you that I won’t know about. When I finish examining you, I’m going to give you some medicine to flush out your system. I want your bowels clear before you go into stasis.”

My breath hitches. I’m not fond of this idea at all, but I’m sure it’s not up for debate, so I purse my lips.

Papi’s hands move higher to my breasts. He palpates the right one in a circle like a gynecologist would do. I’ve had a few breast exams before. None of them made my pussy wet and my nipples hard. I’m mortified as he takes his time, poking around every inch of my breast tissue.

“Have you ever had any issues with your titties, Baby girl? Any lumps or discharge?”

I flush as I shake my head. His word choice often makes me feel like he’s talking to an actual baby. Plus he keeps calling me his Baby.

“Slight pinch, Olivia,” Surgient says softly. “Hold still for your Papi.”

I gasp a second later when Papi pinches my nipple between his thumb and pointer. Hard. He holds it a moment too. I can’t breathe. And all the blood drains from my head when he finally releases my offended bud to bend over and kiss it.

“Good girl,” Surgient praises.

It’s unnerving that he’s watching as Papi flicks his tongue over my distended bud.

I squirm, trying to dislodge my arms from Surgient’s grasp.

Surgient grips my good arm firmer. “Try not to move, Little one. I don’t want to injure your arm further.”

I’m panting as Papi switches to my other breast and treats it to the same exam, taking his time, making me needier by the moment. My legs are restless because I’m so aroused. I hold my breath, afraid I might actually orgasm from this breast exam.

The possibility becomes more and more likely as he flicks my nipple several times. “Papi…” I squeak out. I need him to stop before I embarrass myself.

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