The Doctor's Little Girl (12 page)

Molly nodded.

“If you want to suck my cock, you’re going to have to ask me properly,” he told her.

Molly turned red again.
How unfair,
she thought. He knew she was embarrassed to ask. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Instead, she simply moved her hands to the zipper of his pants and tried to undo them.

Andrew pushed them away. “I just told you to ask me properly. Say ‘Daddy, may I please suck your cock?’”

Molly groaned. “I can’t,” she whispered. She looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“Yes, you can,” Andrew encouraged. “Go ahead and ask.”

Molly shook her head no. She was too embarrassed, and now she was feeling stubborn.

“Fine, then,” Andrew said, getting up and pulling Molly to her feet. “If you don’t want to do as I say, then you obviously haven’t learned your lesson yet.”

Molly gasped. Was he going to spank her again? Her bottom was so sore and hot. She couldn’t imagine how it would feel to be spanked. “But, but, you’re not going to…” she muttered.

Andrew nodded. “Over the couch,” he directed.

Molly tried her best to do as she was told without hesitating, but she let out a little whimper as she assumed the position, feeling how exposed and high her naked, tender bottom was.

Andrew picked the belt back up from where he had left it. “I did say ‘for now’ before, didn’t I?” he quipped.

Molly gripped the sofa and let out a wail as he lay into her with the belt again.

“Nooooo!” she howled as it struck her. On her punished skin, it felt a hundred times more painful than it had before. It was agonizing. “I’m sorry, daddy!” Andrew didn’t say anything, but continued to apply the belt, making hot, red stripes across Molly’s backside. “Please!” she begged. “Please, I’ll ask you properly!”

“Ask me what?” Andrew asked, swinging again.

“Ahhhhhhh!” cried Molly. “I’ll ask to suck your cock! I want to! Please! Please just let me suck your cock, daddy!”

“It’s too late now,” Andrew told her. “You could have asked like a big girl when I told you to.” He gave her another stroke. “I’m going to give you ten more, and then we can try again.”

Molly sniffled. “Yes, sir,” she whimpered.

Andrew delivered the last ten strokes rapid fire, making Molly howl and dance around, tears running down her face, her pussy throbbing with heat and desire.

When he finished, Andrew walked around to the couch and sat back down. Molly took a second to catch her breath before getting up. She took a second to gingerly rub her bottom. It felt swollen, the skin burning. She then quickly returned to her earlier position, kneeling on the floor in front of Andrew.

“Something to say to me?” Andrew inquired. Molly nodded.

“May I please suck your cock, daddy?” she asked, her face purple with mortification at the words.

Andrew unbuttoned his pants and pulled his cock out. “Yes, you may,” he said.

His cock was bigger than what Molly was used to. It wasn’t so big that it scared her, but it was long and thick and it stood straight up at attention, rock hard. Molly knew that it must make Andrew as horny to spank her as it did for her to be spanked; he was already leaking pre-cum from the tip. So she started there, licking the salty fluid off the top, teasing the head with her tongue and lips and then slowly licking down the shaft.

Andrew leaned back and let out a satisfied moan. Pleased with his response, Molly opened her mouth around him, trying to take the entirety of it. She had a little trouble, but began to play with it with her tongue, moving her head back and forth as she found her rhythm. Andrew gripped her by the back of the head, guiding her up and down and leading her a little bit further down each time, until she was excited to realize that she had taken his entire length down her throat. She continued to bob her head obediently, and Andrew’s body tightened with pleasure. Suddenly, he used his hand to guide Molly off.

“What’s wrong, daddy?” she asked, licking her lips and admiring his wet, shiny cock.

“Nothing is wrong, my love,” Andrew said. “I just want to fuck you, that’s all.”

The words swirled up more excitement in Molly than anything ever had before. She had longed for this. Andrew got up and led her by the hand to his bedroom, where he roughly pulled her clothes off. Molly heard a button from her blouse hit the floor, but neither of them cared. His motions were rough and fast, like it was an emergency. It was, for Molly. She needed to be fucked, and she told Andrew so.

“Please, sir,” she whinnied. “I need it. I need to be fucked.”

The words came out so much more easily than anything like that she had ever said had. They just spilled off her lips desperately. Andrew didn’t say anything in response. He just pulled his shirt off and slid out of his pants so that they were both completely naked, then lifted Molly onto the bed. He pulled her legs apart and rubbed her clit, as if to make her wet enough to enter her. It was entirely unnecessary; she was dripping, but she writhed under his touch anyway.

Andrew leaned down and whispered into Molly’s ear, “I’m going to make you really mine, princess,” and then he carefully slid his hard and throbbing member into her tight pussy.

Molly gasped as he filled her, feeling the thickness throughout her body. He gave her a moment to adjust to him, then thrust, a bit tenderly at first. Once he seemed confident that Molly was ready for it, though, Andrew began to fuck her hard, slamming her back onto the bed as waves of pleasure began to build in her body.

It had never, ever felt like this before. Molly was no virgin, having had more than her fair share of sexual experiences for her few years, but she had never felt like someone had consumed her senses and taken claim of her body like this before. As Andrew pumped in and out, Molly felt truly taken by him, and she understood exactly what he had meant: she was entirely his and no one else’s, inside and out.

She trembled with pleasure as sweat ran down their bodies. After a few minutes, Andrew flipped her over, pushing her down onto her stomach. He came around behind her and dipped his fingers into her pussy, pulling them out drenched. “That’s my naughty little girl,” he told her, pushing his fingers into her mouth so she could taste her own wetness. The smell and taste of her own sex served to make her even more aroused, and she wiggled her ass in the air as he entered her from behind, gripping her thighs tight and pulling her into him. The change of angle made Molly even more crazed with passion. His thrusts never slowed, and eventually, the aching heat in her sex began to buzz with the tingles that came before her climax.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” she moaned. “Ohhhhh, God.”

Andrew’s voice sounded strained, like he was in too much pleasure to speak, but he still managed to give Molly an instruction.

“Ask me for my permission when you want to cum, little girl. Your orgasms belong to me.”

Andrew’s words made Molly’s pussy tighten with excitement, and he moaned as it hugged his cock. Molly tried to hold off and let the pleasure build more, but she was so close to the edge that she couldn’t hold off any longer.

“Daddy, may I please cum?” she whimpered through breathy gasps. Andrew shook his head.

“Not yet,” he said.

Molly gripped at the sheet, unmaking the bed in her desperation to clutch at anything. She felt like she was being swept away by his ministrations.

“Please, daddy! Please! Let me cum!” she wailed. Andrew ignored her, thrusting harder against her until Molly felt like she might cry. Her head was hot and her muscles ached.

Finally, Andrew gripped Molly by the hair. “Cum for me now, my love,” he ordered and Molly’s body responded to the words immediately, the sentence hardly past his lips before she began to shake with intense orgasm.

She trembled and spasmed, wave upon wave of it rocking her body. As she shook with ecstasy, she heard Andrew let out a deep, guttural groan as he grabbed her tighter. She felt his hot load shoot into her as her body went limp, all her energy spent.

Andrew tenderly climbed off Molly and lay down beside her, wrapping her warm body in his. He kissed her, deep and passionate, sharing the last fading tendrils of the moment. Molly felt as if she might drift away into sleep, but before she did, she put her hand on Andrew’s handsome face.

“I love you, Andrew,” she whispered. She had never felt more confident in her life.

“I love you, too, princess,” he said, kissing her fingers. “I want you to be mine forever.”

Overjoyed, Molly relaxed, letting sleep take hold of her as Andrew held her in his strong, protective arms.

Chapter Six

The next morning, Andrew woke up to Molly’s feminine scent in his bed with him. It took a moment before he remembered what had happened. He couldn’t remember the last time he had woken up next to a woman, and he knew that he had never woken up next to one so perfect.

Molly was still sound asleep, and Andrew shifted gently in an attempt not to wake his sleeping little girl. He looked at her face, studying her button nose, her dainty ears, her soft, full lips that had felt so unimaginably good around his hard cock the night before. He brushed her soft, shiny brown hair away from her face, then gently rubbed her cheek with his finger, trying to guide her into wakefulness.

Due to his education and understanding of science, there was little magic left in the world for Andrew. He had given love up to be nothing more than oxytocin being received in the brain long ago. Something about the way Molly had said the words to him had made it mean something to him he had stopped believing it could. It was magical. It was cosmic. Molly moved something in his very soul, and he couldn’t help but believe that it was meant to be. He had wanted her for his entire life, and here she was, perfect and sleeping naked in his bed.

When Molly continued to snooze despite Andrew’s gentle attempt at waking her, he looked at the time. It was early, far too early. They really didn’t need to get up for another hour. Andrew’s body had given up on sleeping during medical school, and he had never really tried to regain the habit, as much as he encouraged Molly to get a good night’s sleep every night. Maybe she was on to something with the unfairness of him being allowed to play Tetris at work while she was forbidden it, he thought bemusedly. Maybe he had to take better care of himself for her.

Andrew untangled himself from both his sleeping little girl and the bed sheets, which were in an absolute knot after the time they had had in the bed the night before, and climbed out. He took a quick shower and shaved, his body doing it on autopilot as he thought about Molly. When she had first touched his heart, it had been her similarity to his ex that had drawn her to him. Now, for the first time, he didn’t feel a sense of loss or sadness at the thought of Lisa. Molly was not Lisa. She was her own girl, both the sweet little one and the one who struggled to take her place as a grownup. She was his, no matter what.

He wanted to spend all of his time with Molly, and to make each day special. Instead of dressing for the day, he slipped on a pair of flannel pajama pants and headed downstairs, something Molly had said the other day in his mind.

* * *

Molly awoke in Andrew’s bed to discover that he wasn’t there. Worried that it was late, she glanced at the clock to realize that her alarm wouldn’t have even gone off yet had she been in her own bed. She rolled over, hugging one of his pillows. She took a deep whiff, inhaling Andrew’s smell. She loved his clean, masculine scent, with its sterile doctor’s office undertone. Stretching and climbing out of bed to find something to wear, she inhaled again, this time smelling something totally different. It smelled sweet, like something baking downstairs. She wandered into her bedroom and slipped into a t-shirt and a pair of panties before going downstairs to investigate.

She followed her nose to the kitchen, where she found Andrew half naked in front of the stove. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” he said, giving her a kiss.

Molly looked at what Andrew was doing. “Did you make breakfast?” she asked, even though the answer was fairly obvious.

Andrew nodded. “I seem to remember that my little girl likes pancakes,” he said.

Molly’s eyes widened and she bounced on her toes. “You got up early and made me pancakes?” she cheered with disbelief.

“Anything for you, princess,” Andrew said.

It was the kind of thing that meant the world to Molly. She hugged Andrew tight around the waist.

“Thank you, daddy!” she squealed.

“Go sit down,” Andrew said, “Daddy will take care of you.”

Molly bounced over to the kitchen table and took a seat, tapping her toes against the floor with excitement.

“They’re just pancakes,” Andrew reminded her. “They aren’t made of gold.”

Molly almost stuck her tongue out at him, but she decided that it was too early in the morning to get spanked.

He set a plate down in front of Molly. “They are, however, chocolate chip.”

Molly smiled so hard that her face hurt.

* * *

Despite having the best morning Andrew could remember, he still had to go to work, and he had a big problem to deal with. As soon as he finished with his first two patients of the morning, he snuck back to his office to make some phone calls. Maybe it wasn’t as big of a deal as he was making it, but he was enraged by the Mialis situation.

Marcel going behind Andrew’s back to leave pamphlets in his waiting room was one thing. But going to the local high school to put them in the nurse’s office was another entirely. Andrew needed to see if Marcel had even asked the nurse’s permission to leave the booklets before he could take action. He couldn’t imagine what he would do if the nurse happened to say that she had approved a pharmaceutical rep leaving weight-loss medication literature for high school students.

He called the main office of Melissa’s school and asked to be connected to the school nurse, then waited on hold for a moment. A brief conversation proved what Andrew had suspected: that the nurse had no idea the brochures were there and had never even heard of Mialis.