eyes crinkled with warmth and a smile met his lips. "I need you to relax and do as I say. All right?"
Etta nodded vigorously. Anything to make the exam end.
"Spread your legs wide, Etta." He guided her thighs apart, getting a nice look at her quim, which was now bare, soft, and silky.
She closed her eyes, feeling his touch as he drew a finger between her folds, separating them.
"She is already very wet," the doctor said.
Etta knew that glistening juices spilled from her cunny as her papa barely touched her. Did he know that he was doing this to her?
"Touch her clit. We want to see if you get the desired reaction," Doctor Colt said.
Papa drew his thumb up to her bead, gently circling the hood as it swelled, showing itself to him. "How does that feel?" he asked.
"Really good," she breathed, knowing she needed to be honest. The room felt as though the heat had risen significantly as he pulled his finger from her clit and then stroked her labia, guiding his digits to her entrance.
"Tell me if it hurts," Papa said, sliding a single finger inside her pussy.
She shifted slightly, not from being uncomfortable, but from the desire to feel more, she needed more inside her. No one had ever touched her the way he was doing right now.
"It does not, Papa." She knew he liked to be called that, and she was trying to please him as he did the same for her.
"Good, child. I want you to relax," he said, and guided his finger out, coated in juices before he dipped two fingers inside her virginal cunny. "How is that?"
She squirmed from the fullness. "Nice," she moaned, her eyes staring deep into his. Did he know what he was doing to her? He made her feel as though her world were on fire. He stroked her insides, thrust his fingers in and out as his thumb grazed her clit.
Etta shuddered on the table, wetness seeping between her thighs as her insides clenched down, grasping onto his digits. Her toes curled and heart slammed against her chest as he brought her over the edge toward oblivion.
Gradually his movements slowed before pulling his fingers from her quim. "She is still intact," he said.
Etta closed her eyes, not caring what they were talking about. Her cheeks were red, the room still hot, and her body was covered in a soft pink flush.
"I suggest you get her dressed and put her to bed. She could do with a nap after the day she has had," the doctor said.
Etta did not take naps, but she also did not see the point in arguing. The doctor left the room while Papa helped her put her bloomers on first, his fingers sliding up her legs until he reached her hips. He took a deep breath, backing up as he reached for her dress.
"Lift your arms," he said, guiding the gown back down her body, trapping her breasts and squishing them tight with the material. "We shall leave your shoes and stockings off. Nanny Mae can help you back into those after your nap."
Taking her hand, he led her out of the examining room and down the hall for the nursery.
"Did I pass?" Etta asked.
"What's that, child?"
"Did I pass the exam?" she asked again.
Papa laughed softly, kissing the side of her head. "Indeed, my little Etta, indeed."
He walked her into her room and helped her to the bed. The curtains were shut and the bed turned down, ready for her to climb right in. Etta had not been afforded the luxury of napping since she was a child. With reserve, she climbed between the covers and let her papa cover her up.
"Close your eyes," he said, rubbing her back in a soft soothing motion.
The gesture felt warm and familiar, odd, considering no one had tended to her in years. She had so many questions still, and yet his touch and the exhausting day she had had lulled her toward sleep.
Papa bent down, kissing the top of her head. "Night, child." He quietly slipped from the nursery, closing the door behind him.
Chapter X
Philip's cock twitched in his trousers. He had sworn he would wait to touch her until she submitted entirely to him.