by Sue Lyndon
“What are you doing now?” Fear strained her voice, but she didn’t struggle against his hands.
“Inspecting your bottom.” He tapped at her puckered entrance. “Have you ever been touched here before?”
“No, sir.”
It gratified him that he was the first man to introduce her to such pleasures, and he used moisture stolen from her pussy to coat her tight bottom opening.
“You’re going to feel a slight burn, but I want you to relax and take my finger, Emily. I want to see how tight your little hole is.”
She whined in response but didn’t move a muscle, remaining spread with her bottom arched up to meet his hand. Daniel placed his fingertip at her entrance and pushed inside, past her tight barrier and further, until he was knuckle deep. God, she was tight. His balls tensed and tingled as he imagined fucking her tight little ass. He withdrew partially before pushing back in, repeating this process over and over again, sliding deeper with each thrust until he finally had the entire length of his finger submerged in her tightness. Each time her muscles clamped down on his finger, she gasped and her breathing became labored.
With his free hand, Daniel sought out Emily’s clit, all the while keeping the finger deep in her ass. He swirled moisture over her hardened nub, and her hips rose and fell with each pinch and rub to her engorged flesh. She presented a vision straight out of his most deviant erotic dreams. Her white cotton nightie was pushed up above her reddened bottom. Her pussy lips, trimmed nearly bare, glistened with moisture. The smell of her arousal filled the air, and it was all Daniel could do to keep from coming in his pants.
He began to thrust in and out of her ass again, still paying attention to her swollen clit. A few more strokes over her nub and she bucked harder, her body stiffening and her ass clenching tight over his finger.
“Oh, Daniel!” She shuddered and convulsed, coming apart in his hands as she rode the wave of a long release. After the last aftershock faded, he pulled her panties up and adjusted her nightie, then tucked her in with a gentle kiss.
“Goodnight, little girl. Sleep tight. I love you.”
He waited on pins and needles for her response. She smiled up at him with a dreamy expression. “I love you too, Daniel,” she said through a yawn.
Chuckling, he kissed her again and turned the lamp off. “See you in the morning, little one.”
Chapter Seven
Trevor sped down the highway, sipping black convenience store coffee as he replayed the visit to Remsfield in his mind. He had enough evidence to put Officer Patrick behind bars for a long, long time. In a few days he’d take the evidence he’d accumulated to his captain. Charges wouldn’t be pressed against Officer Patrick until they had the final piece of evidence, but it was one which required the sleazebag’s cooperation.
And before being permitted to investigate Officer Patrick, Trevor technically needed approval from the director. He was certain his captain would secure the approval. Once events were set in motion, a judge would order Patrick to submit to a paternity test, which would undoubtedly prove he was the father of Connie Keller’s child, a child conceived during an assault he committed over a year ago. Mrs. Keller was married now and happily, and Trevor had instantly liked and admired her husband for being so supportive, especially for loving a child that wasn’t his.
The visit with Ms. Smith, George Patrick’s former stepmother, had proven helpful as well. The woman had been married to Patrick’s father for ten years, and she claimed Patrick had a mean streak and had gotten in all sorts of trouble in high school but his father had wielded his influence against the school administers to keep quiet and let Patrick off the hook without any consequences—no matter what the offense. Ms. Smith provided specific examples, many of which occurred after he was eighteen. She also said Patrick had pushed her around one evening toward the end of her marriage, threatening to make her pay if she dared to leave his father. Luckily, he’d never followed through with that threat, but Ms. Smith said she’d be more than happy to testify as a character witness if the case ever went to trial.
Trevor’s thoughts drifted to Emily. He hoped she was holding up all right. It had been past her bedtime when he’d left Remsfield, so he hadn’t phoned with news of his visit. He needed more time to process all the information he’d gleamed this evening, and by the time he arrived home and caught a few hours of sleep, he’d be refreshed and better prepared to explain the investigation to Emily and Daniel both.
Four hours later, he arrived at the Twisted River. He stepped out of his SUV, stretched his legs, and glanced at the ranch house. The light beside the front door was turned on, casting a yellow glow through the darkness. He headed for the steps, looking forward to falling into bed. Once inside, he hung up his Stetson and locked the door, then scanned the house for Daniel. He found his brother in the living room, snoring over an open book.
Trevor approached Daniel and kicked his boot, jarring him awake. “I’m home. Thanks for waiting up, honey.”
Daniel rubbed his eyes and pushed the book off his chest. “What time is it?” He stood up, yawning.
“Three in the morning. I’m tired as hell and too brain dead to talk right now.”
“At least tell me if that woman had any evidence you can use? Or the jerkoff’s stepmom?”
“Yes, I have two witnesses who are willing to cooperate. One with a child that was conceived during an assault by Patrick.” Trevor rubbed his temple, feeling a headache coming on.
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope, no joke. Connie Keller, the woman who called me last week, says her two month old son belongs to Patrick.” Trevor hoped Patrick behaved himself until his arrest and that no other women fell victim to an assault at his hands. He’d never forgive himself if that happened, but at the same time, his hands were tied. He prayed the director gave the go-ahead to pursue a case against Patrick. “We’ll talk more in the morning.”
* * *
In the morning, Trevor awoke at dawn as the sun’s warm rays streamed through the curtains and spilled across his bed. He yawned and stretched, resisting the urge to roll over and catch another hour of sleep. He was due at headquarters in two hours though, and he needed time to speak with Emily and Daniel before he left. After showering and getting dressed, he strapped on his gun belt and walked downstairs, following the smell of coffee and bacon into the kitchen. Emily sat next to Daniel, glaring at a glass of milk.
“Is Daniel making you eat healthy again?” He chuckled as he went for the coffee pot. He grabbed a mug and poured a generous cup.
“It’s icky,” she said.
“Well, you’re not leaving the table until that glass is empty. So drink up, little girl.” Daniel’s voice sounded stern but contained an edge of humor.
When Trevor turned he noticed Emily fidgeting in her seat and he grinned, realizing she likely had a sore bottom. He wondered what she’d done to earn a spanking this time but decided to ask Daniel in private later.
“Well?” Emily said, sitting straighter. “Are you going to tell us what you found out yesterday, or are you deliberately trying to torture me?”
Trevor took a seat across from them, grabbing a slice of bacon from a serving dish. Taking a deep breath, he launched into his story, explaining everything he’d learned yesterday in Remsfield in great detail—from the visit to Connie Keller to the visit to Ms. Smith—as Emily listened, a hopeful glow filling her eyes. He also explained the process he had to go through, getting his captain to contact the director to secure the approval needed to officially open an investigation against Officer Patrick.
“So, how long will the paternity test take?” Emily swirled the milk around in her glass and took a hesitant sip.
“After both blood samples are in, probably five to ten days. We can put a rush on it though so it doesn’t take the full ten days.” Trevor bit into the crisp bacon, watching the emotions play across Emily’s face as she processed this information. He knew it was a lot to take in.
Trevor rose up, adjusted his gun belt, and headed to the coffee pot with his now empty mug. “Hopefully no more than a week.” He paused, turning around to face them. “I’ll be lying in my report about Emily’s location. I’m going to say she crashed outside the ranch but that she left the ranch a few hours later. I won’t risk having her arrested before we get the ball rolling against Patrick. It’s still important that she remain hidden, and if any law enforcement officers show up here, she needs to stay out of sight until the charges against her are dropped. Once the charges are dropped, she can mysteriously reappear back on the ranch.”
“Understood,” Daniel said.
Emily shot to her feet, lines of worry surrounding her eyes. “Wait a second. Can’t you get in trouble for that? I don’t want you to lose your job over me. That’s ridiculous.” She glanced from Daniel to Trevor. “I’ll turn myself in. If I can’t make bail, then I won’t be in jail for long anyway, right? Only about two weeks, right?”
Trevor leveled a stern look on her and prepared to use his most authoritative tone. “Absolutely under no circumstances are you to turn yourself in, Emily. You’ll end up transferred back to county in Remsfield, and Patrick could get to you in jail.” He jabbed a finger at her. “You will keep yourself hidden at the ranch and that’s final.”
“But your job—”
“Even if my captain suspects I’m keeping you here, he won’t say anything. And if keeping you safe results in me losing my job, then so be it.” He raised up a hand to shush her protests. “Enough. This discussion is over.”
She sighed and stared at her feet. “I don’t know what to say. Thank you, Trevor.”
He finished refilling his coffee and sat it on the counter. Stepping forward, he opened his arms wide and smiled. “Come here, sweetheart. Give me a good-bye hug.”
The adoration he’d longed to see was shining in her eyes when she glanced up, meeting his gaze. Joy bounced around in his heart to see her looking at him like that, and when she moved around the table and fell into his arms, all was right in Trevor’s world. He kissed the top of her head, inhaling the floral scent of her shampoo. Running his fingers through her hair, he stroked her head and pressed her to his chest, relishing the love he felt blossoming between them at long last. Daniel stood by, smiling at them, and as he nodded at Trevor before leaving the room, a silent message passed between them: Emily belonged to them.
* * *
“Wow, this place is great.” Emily bounded through the hallways of Trentsville Family Practice, excitement rolling through her. After days of begging, Daniel had finally agreed to show her where he worked. After-hours, of course. Even though he was on vacation, he still needed to make sure the bills were paid and he’d forgotten a few of them on his desk. Not wanting to bother his new partner with the task, he’d invited Emily to accompany him for a quick trip to the office.
“It’s always busy here,” Daniel said. “We’re the only practice in town. People around here used to have to drive an hour for a doctor.”
“Well, I think it’s wonderful. My aunt worked in a doctor’s office like this.”
Daniel flipped on the rest of the overhead lights, and she stood awestruck for a moment, staring at the closed doors of the patient rooms. There were over a dozen. This place was huge and Daniel had obviously built it with hopes of expanding to a larger practice with several doctors one day. She felt a pang of regret, wondering what could’ve become of her if she’d stayed out of trouble and gone to college straight out of high school. Perhaps she could’ve gotten a job in a place like this, or been close to it anyway, instead of working closing shifts in a crummy bar. Maybe one day, she thought, trying to cheer herself up. All the money she’d saved was still in her bank account. After the mess with George blew over, hopefully she could still follow through with her education plans.
She trailed Daniel through the hallways until they reached his office. He flicked on the light to reveal a massive desk similar to the one in his study at the ranch house.
“I just need a minute,” he said, striding to a filing cabinet behind his desk.
Emily plopped down in one of the chairs facing his desk and folded her hands in her lap, her feet swinging beneath her. She watched as he extracted several manila folders and stacked them on his desk. He ran his hand through his hair and glanced around his office.
“That’s all I came for. We can go home now.” He reached for the folders, then paused as his gaze collided with hers. His eyes darkened with a feral gleam that made her stomach swarm with butterflies, and she squirmed in her seat and wondered if he had any idea how excited she grew when he stared at her so intensely.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, barely a whisper.
He abandoned the folders and rounded the desk, towering over her with his arms crossed over his broad chest. “Do you remember when I inspected your bottom the other night, Emily?”
She flushed, bowing her head as heat seared her face. “Y-yes.”
“Well, I’d like to do a better job of it. Be a good girl and come with me.”
Her heart skipped a beat. Was he serious?
“Emily…”
She stood and followed him out of the room, curious about their destination. Nerves churned in her stomach and sent pulses of heat between her legs. She scurried down another wing, past a nurse’s station, and into a room at the end of a long hallway. Daniel turned a light on and closed the door, and her nervousness increased as she realized the purpose of this room.
A high examination table rested in one corner, a fresh sheet of paper covering it. Stirrups were attached to the end of the table, and a long-necked lamp hung from the ceiling. A cabinet and counter unit sat in another corner, and a rolling chair waited next to it. She gulped. This was the kind of room reserved for women’s health checkups. She peered up at Daniel with her mouth agape.
“Emily, I’m going to be giving you a full checkup today. Take your clothes off and sit right here.” The paper covering the examination table crinkled as he patted it. “I’ll be right back.” With that, he left the room, shutting the door behind him.
Okay, so he was definitely serious. Emily paced the small room a few times while glancing at the examination table. And the stirrups. Dear God, the stirrups. She’d had a yearly exam before, but it had always been quick and with a woman doctor. Nothing sexual about it at all. This was different though. She paused and hugged her center, trying to calm the nerves ravaging her system.
Moisture gathered in her panties, slipping from her pussy as she imagined all the naughty things Daniel might do to her. He’d make her lie down on the table, completely naked. He’d instruct her to scoot her bottom to the edge of the table and spread her legs wide for the stirrups. Her heart thumped wildly and she ran her hands through her hair, holding her breath as she listened for footsteps.
Where had he gone? She moved to the examination table and ran her hand along the paper, desire thrumming through her as another gush of liquid seeped from her slit. Well, she knew from experience that disobeying Daniel wasn’t a good idea. She was still sore from last night’s spanking.
She slipped off her shoes and pulled her dress over her head, folding it and placing it on the counter. The air conditioning kicked on, and the humming startled a gasp from her. She shuddered as a blast of cool air came down from the ceiling. Her nipples hardened inside her bra, and she cupped her breasts for a moment to soothe the growing ache.
The steady clap of footsteps in the hall left her scurrying to remove her panties and bra. A trickle of moisture rolled down her thigh as she walked to the examination table. She didn’t have time to clean it off, and shame filled her to know Daniel would soon discover her vast wetness. The doorknob turned and she hopped up on the table, quickly folding her hands in her lap to give the impression she’d been waiting like a good patient all this time.
Daniel entered, wearing a white doctor’s coat with Dr. Daniel Anderson engraved on a small pin affixed to the collar. A stethoscope hung around his neck, he held a clipboard in his hand, and a pair of blue latex gloves peeked from one coat pocket. Her mouth fell open as she stared, more shame filling her as she felt the wetness of her arousal touching her thigh. Oh, no. She’d leaked onto the paper covering. Surely Daniel would notice—and soon. Nothing seemed to escape his all-knowing eyes.
“Good evening, Ms. Hall. I’m Dr. Anderson.”
She fidgeted on the table, feeling exposed and vulnerable before him. They were playing, but that didn’t mean the examination wouldn’t bring her great embarrassment. She bowed her head and took a deep breath. “Good evening, Dr. Anderson.”
He smiled and sat the clipboard on the counter, next to her folded clothes. “Lie back for me. We’ll begin with the breast exam.” His businesslike tone jolted through Emily, sending a shockwave of pleasure straight to her clit.
She lay back on the table, her upper half slightly elevated. Her knees wobbled together as she brought them up, placing her feet on the end of the table. The paper crinkled beneath her with every little movement, making her acutely aware of her embarrassing situation. As she shifted into position for the breast exam, her escaping arousal rubbed against her bottom cheeks, causing her face to flame with humiliation.
“Perhaps we need to change the exam table paper,” Daniel said as he snapped on one blue latex glove.
She avoided his gaze.
“Stand up for a second while I change it.”
Shamefaced, she jumped off the table and stood next to it, keeping her head down. She’d never been so embarrassed and turned on at the same time, her pussy continuing to pulse harder and harder.
Daniel approached the table and gazed pointedly at the spot of wetness shining on the paper. “Tsk tsk, Ms. Hall. Look what you did. That’s very naughty of you.”
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