Page 12 of His Little Sapphire

“No. It was just my mother. She passed, but I owe the hospital a lot of money for her stay.”

He winces. “You’ve been working so hard to pay off your mother’s hospital bills after she’s already passed?”

“What’s wrong with this planet?” Surgient mutters under his breath.

I don’t disagree with him, but I have obligations. “Yes.”

“Those days are done, Little one.” He picks up one of my hands from my breast and brings my palm to his cheek. “No more working.”

I frown.

“You’re mine now, Baby girl. Females on Eleadia don’t usually have jobs.”

I flinch. “No jobs?”

He shakes his head. “No, Little one. You’ll never work yourself into exhaustion again.”

The idea sounds heavenly, but I’m skeptical. He seems too good to be true. My mother always said, “if something seems too good to be true, it probably is.” Of course she also said, “don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”

“I need you to be brave for me now, Little one. Surgient needs to examine you. After that, I’ll feed you, and you can nap. You’re so tired.”

I’m definitely tired. I think I’m existing on adrenaline alone right now. It’s hard to fully focus.

“I’ll scan her first to make sure there’s no broken bones. I don’t want to move her around too much just in case.”

I’m faced with Surgient more fully for the first time when Papi moves away from blocking my view to stand upright. Surgient has dark skin and a friendly smile. He’s wearing a stethoscope. Other than that, he doesn’t look like a doctor. He’s just a man in black pants and a white T-shirt.

“I need you to stretch out for me, Little one, so I can get a good scan. Can you do that?” Surgient asks.

What does he mean when he saysstretch out? I glance at Papi who wraps his fingers around my wrists and guides my hands out away from my body to form more of a Y than a T. “I need you to lie still, Little one.”

I’ve never felt more exposed in my life, but it gets worse when Surgient pulls my ankles out a ways too. I whimper.

I watch as Surgient lifts some sort of device that looks like a hand-held body scanner.

“It won’t hurt, Little one,” Surgient informs me. “You won’t feel a thing. Sort of like an x-ray. He holds the wand thingy over my foot and slowly guides it up my leg, hovering inches above my skin.

I feel nothing, but I hate that I’m naked. “Can you cover me, Papi?” I ask in a weak voice.

“No, Baby girl. You’re okay. Just relax.”

Easier said than done. He’s not the one lying here naked.

I hold my breath as Surgient guides the wand between my legs and over my hip. It’s so intimate. And my private parts are still wet from the orgasm I had just minutes ago.

When he’s finally done, he steps to the side and clicks on some sort of machine.

“Surgient is going to download the data, Little one.” Papi sets a hand on my stomach.

When I move to cover myself, he shakes his head. “Stay still, Baby girl.”

I whimper.

“Please, Papi. I don’t like being naked.”

“I know it’s hard at first, Little one. Try to relax.”

At first? What does that mean?

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