Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
When Razor’s finger withdrew, she decided for sure she could never see him again. Her Daddy had to be upset that she’d orgasmed at the hands of another man. One of his MC! Her cheeks flamed hot with embarrassment.
“Winnie, look at me,” Razor said firmly.
She shook her head, keeping her face covered. Could someone die from embarrassment? Maybe spontaneously combust?
“Chipmunk, let us see that you’re okay. Look at Razor.” Scythe pulled her hands away easily. She obviously needed to build her muscles up.
She glared at Scythe before reluctantly meeting Razor’s gaze.
“You aced your physical exam, Winnie, and you appear perfectly healthy. I’m going to do a few blood tests simply because a doctor hasn’t monitored you for several years and I don’t want to miss anything. Your Daddy is going to release you and help you sit up.”
Scythe quickly followed Razor’s instructions. Within a couple of minutes, Winnie sat on her bottom, still feeling the heat of the medicine. She wiggled restlessly. Somehow, Razor’s business-like attitude reassured her that everything was fine. That it was normal for her to have come during the exam. Razor certainly didn’t treat her differently.
The slight sting of the needle faded quickly as Razor drew four tubes of blood from her before winding pink bandaging around her arm.
“Good girl.” Razor praised her when she didn’t cry or protest.
“Winnie, you’re done here. I’m going to call in a prescription for three months of birth control. One pill each day, starting when you finish your next period. Scythe, put the packet on the kitchen table and choose the best time to take it—Every day!” he stressed.
“Got it,” Scythe agreed.
“The medicine may affect your cycles for the next couple of months. Your body will adjust, and your periods should get lighter and with less pain.”
She sat up straighter at that thought. Her cramps were usually awful.
“Are your cramps bad?” Razor guessed.
“The worst. Two days before and two days after,” she admitted.
“Heavy flow?” Razor asked.
She nodded. “It’s hard to teach and not have accidents because I can’t get to the bathroom.”
“I can imagine. I’m going to change my prescription based on that information. Anything else I should know?”
Winnie shook her head. “Nothing. Thank you.” She’d never had a doctor who actually listened to her like Razor did.
“You’re welcome. And congratulations for finding your Daddy.”
Razor turned to Scythe. “That medicine will continue to work. No baths or cleanup for three hours. She can have as many orgasms as she can handle. A diaper is a good idea for the discharge.” He opened a drawer and retrieved one, setting it on the counter. “I’ll give you a prescription for some ointment to use if she’s sore after sex. It heats slightly.”
“Thank you, Razor. I owe you one,” Scythe told him.
“Get me on that ride?” Razor asked.
“I’d love to, but Lucien says no. He always wants you safe,” Scythe told him.
“I’ll be on call,” Razor assured him. “Be good, Winnie. I’ll see you around, I’m sure. And no, I don’t share what happens in my exam room.”
“Thank you,” she said. Winnie was a bit embarrassed but reassured by his calm demeanor. Winnie didn’t doubt he was a man of his word. She also knew her blankie had to contain magic. It had made this scary experience okay.
When he’d left the room, Scythe asked, “Can I stow your blanket in my bag so we don’t forget it?”
“Please, Daddy. Thank you for bringing it.”
“I’ll always watch out for you, Chipmunk.”
Chapter 21
Waking up with Winnie plastered over his body was the absolute best. His Little girl had crashed so hard by the time he’d let her sleep. The aftereffects of her doctor’s appointment had lingered all evening. Scythe had enjoyed alternating pleasure with bottles and snackies. Caring for her soothed his soul as she claimed a spot in his heart.
He needed to do some work on the ride today. He brushed Winnie’s hair from her face as he plotted. Before he made any decisions, Scythe wanted to talk to Lucien. The Devil Daddies’ leader hadn’t shared the purpose of the ride with him. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be a long quest. He had one more thing he wanted to take care of that evening.
Something needed to be done about his Little girl’s boss. Scythe didn’t give a flying fuck if she was gaming the system and had become a principal with no credentials. What he did care about was her constant attempts to target Winnie. Those were going to stop.
“Daddy?”
“Good morning, Chipmunk. Did you sleep well?”
She dropped a kiss on his lips as she propped herself up on his chest to look down at him. “I always do when I’m with you, Daddy. You keep the bad stuff from me and Chippy. Well, you and my blankie. It’s magical too.”
“Of course it is. The Devil Daddies MC wouldn’t have non-magical blankets!” he said in mock disdain.