Dr. Daddy Dom (Little Lake Bridgeport 2) (10 page)

"Or a motorcycle," she added quietly. "I guess so."

"If there had been a giant fence blocking you, this would never have happened. The rules that we are imposing on you are, in all respects, the fence that will keep you safe. If you choose to ignore those rules and climb over the fence, the penalty will be much more severe. But it will never involve being hit by a motorcycle or risking losing your life. You think about that for a while. I'm going to help Ian give you a bed bath so I can take a look at all your other owies."

"Then what? Are you going to kiss them and make them all better?"

"Do you want me to?"

Savannah shrugged. "I get the feeling that you would. Your kids must love you when you're not being mean."

"I don't have any children, but thank you."

"What a waste. You'd be a great dad. It's a shame…" her voice trailed off.

"What, honey?" Ian asked, stroking his hand over her forehead after bringing in a tub of hot water and a wash cloth.

"Some people who should have kids, don't. And others, like my father, should have kept his dick in his pants."

"My wife would totally agree with you. It sounds like both of your fathers were cut from the same cloth. Easy now," Caine said, gently removing her gown and then covering her with a sheet. "Close your eyes, sweetie. You've had a long day and you're fighting the meds."

Together the men finished bathing her quickly, dressed her sleeping body, and then went out to Caine's truck.

"Thanks again for coming over," Ian said. "I owe you."

"No, you don't. Call me tomorrow and let me know how she's doing. Keep monitoring her temperature, too. If it rises again, give her another suppository. I'll call in the order for the suppository pain meds to be delivered in the morning."

"Okay. Good night and thanks again." Ian smiled. He waited until Caine drove away and re-entered the house.

"I want my daddy," Savannah was muttering in her drug-addled sleep.

"I'm right here, love bug," Ian said, leaning over her.

Her eyes fluttered open and she gave a tiny smile. "Ian? Are you gonna be my daddy?"

"I guess so. Do you want that?"

"Mmm, yesss…." she said, snuggling her cheek against his hand and falling back to sleep. Ian propped his chin on the rail. He didn't know whether it was due to the pain medication or the interaction with Caine, but Savannah had made her choice. She wanted a daddy, not an uncle.

A small smile lit across his face as he gently stroked her forehead with his thumb. He was starting to understand the pride that Caine expressed when May called him 'Daddy'. It left him feeling needed and with purpose, and he liked it.

"It's almost three in the morning," Layton said groggily when Caine walked into the house. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine. Why aren't you two in bed? The couch is going to hurt your back, old man," Caine said with a yawn as he placed his keys on the hall table.

May look up from her sprawled position on Layton's chest. "We didn't want to go to bed without you, Daddy. Is Uncle Ian all right?"

"We just had some medical issues to take care of. Up you go, my precious little sweetheart." Caine lifted her into his arms and wrapped his hands under her bottom as she clung to him and placed her sleepy head on his shoulder. "Let's get you tucked into bed. You too, Layton."

"We need a family day," his brother grumbled, stumbling up the stairs in front of him. "Will Ian be okay on his own soon?"

"Once he gets the hang of it, he'll be fine. Do you have anything in mind?" Caine asked.

"I was thinking about the place back in San Antonio where we went last year with Sri." Layton slid under the blankets and watched as his brother placed May between them and then climbed in on the other side.

"That would be nice," came the answer as the man protectively pulled his wife's body against him.

"Caine? I know that tone in your voice. What's bothering you?" Layton asked.

"I think I might have fucked up tonight."

"No swearing, Daddy," May muttered.

"Go back to sleep, baby," Caine ordered, caressing her hair. He waited until her breathing grew steady. "I stepped beyond my professional boundaries and, if she decides to report me, there could be trouble."

"What did you do?"

"I introduced her to anal discipline."

"No shit? Well, she's drugged and probably won't remember anything."

"I can't rely on that. She responded to my actions, but she really didn't have any choice. I played it off to Ian as being acceptable after he brought up his concern that she would report him for abuse. I shared the difference and, while I do trust him, I can't trust her. We are strangers and she's an alcoholic with a family history of verbal abuse and failure to accept personal responsibility. She might try to cause trouble once she's healed up," Caine said flatly.

"You've never second-guessed your instincts before, little brother. Why now?" Layton asked, propping his head on his elbow.

"I don't know. Seeing this little girl covered with bruises… she looked like she just escaped the boxing ring. Every part of my Daddy Dom was awakened and I let it take control."

"What did Ian say?"

"He was very interested and quick to learn. He asked if I could get him a set of plugs tomorrow."

"Good for him. Try not to worry, okay? Your reputation is spotless and her accusations won't go very far, especially with Ian as a witness. I have no doubt that he would stand up for you."

"How do you know that?" Caine asked.

"My job as an attorney is to judge character and discover weaknesses, and I'm damn good at it. Trust me, okay? I'll take care of you."

"You always have, big brother."

"Now stop talking and go to sleep. We aren't a couple of girls having a pajama party," Layton said gruffly.

***

"Maybelle? What are you doing?" Caine asked the following morning as he looked down his body. She had his cock in her little hand and paused with her lips around his shaft, looking up at him.

"She's horny again," Layton grumbled, flipping onto his stomach. "She woke me up earlier with that pretty little mouth."

"Hmm, it sound like we've been a bit neglectful of her needs. Climb up and ride me, girl," Caine ordered, kicking the blankets from his naked body. Gleefully, May obeyed and slowly impaled herself as she lowered herself onto his cock. "Layton? Wake your lazy ass up and join us."

"Fine. Where's my belt?"

"Belt?" May asked, her eyes bright with excitement.

"Yes, the belt. Lean forward so I can get a good swing."

"You don't think it's too early in the morning?"

"It's never too early. Lean forward."

"Eek!" she yelped as the first lash of the thick leather splatted across her buttocks. "Not so hard!"

"You be quiet, focus on fucking Caine, and let me do my job," Layton ordered, slicing the heavy strap for a second time against her rump.

"It hurts!" May squealed.

"You like it when it hurts. The sooner you let me turn your bottom cherry red, the sooner I'll fuck it," Layton promised, drawing his arm back again. Caine winced as the sound shot through the room, pausing in his motions as May cried out in pain. The trust that he had in his brother's skills didn't completely eliminate his instincts to protect himself from the thick leather that was landing only a few inches from his embedded cock.

"Now
that
was a good stroke. Let's try for another. Lean forward again."

"No…" she whimpered even as she obeyed him. Caine held her in place, his twitching organ buried inside her, as Layton laid four more exact lashes across the span of her cheeks. Tears began to form in her eyes and she whimpered again, begging him to stop. He positioned himself behind her and roughly pushed her forward onto Caine's chest.

"How hard?" he asked, painting lube against her tiny rosebud.

"All the way. Use lots of lube, please," she whispered, digging her fingers into Caine's shoulders as she readied herself for Layton's invasion of her asshole.

"Look at me while he fucks you," Caine demanded, holding her by the hips as Layton aimed his long rod for its target.

"Yeow!" she called out as he plunged inside her body.

Caine could feel the pressure of his brother's shaft through the thin tissue that separated the two entrances, resulting in a sensation of tightness that was nearly unbearable until Layton started to piston in and out.

"Harder, Layton!" May called out, holding herself still as Layton's thrusts in her ass rocked her on Caine's swollen cock. "More! I'm almost the—"

"Fuck!" Caine growled as he joined her in the climax, pulling her against him as hard as he could as his juices bubbled into her hot pussy. He felt Layton swell and then the responding pulses as his brother erupted in her other cavity, filling her to full capacity with both man-flesh and cum. They both stayed inside her as they rolled to one side, panting for breath and releasing a series of contented sighs.

"Now that's how a lady gets a good and proper fucking." May sighed, moving her arm so that Layton could wrap his hand around and play with her nipple.

"You sure like that belt," Caine observed, his cock sliding from her slit as she happily wiggled her bottom against Layton's groin.

"It was too hard, though."

"It's never too hard when you're all fired up to be fucked, baby," Layton said with a laugh, smacking her rump.

Kissing her protruding lower lip, Caine agreed. "He's right, you know, and thank you. I don't think I will ever grow tired of being woken up like this. Let's jump in the shower."

"Can I come with you?" May asked eagerly.

"I think she wants some more probing." Layton laughed, hopping out of bed. "I'll be in my office when you two are done if you need me."

"You could join us," May hinted.

"Darling, you know I love my brother, and while I'll get close to his junk while fucking you, that's my limit."

"He's such a buzzkill," she grumbled, taking Caine's hand and following him into the large shower. "I think I can help, by the way."

"What are you talking about, baby?" He brushed the water from her face and began to wash her hair.

"I heard you and Layton talking last night. I think I can help with the Savannah situation."

Caine's fingers froze mid-massage. "What did you hear?"

"Everything. I'm good at faking my sleep. You know I'm nosey."

"May, I—"

"You don't have to explain anything to me. I know you. " She turned around and looked up at him, blinking as the water sprayed over them. "Let me erase any doubts you have. I promise that I will turn her."

"Turn her into what? A vampire? You know biting is prohibited." He quickly spun her around to finish washing her hair.

"Caine, I'm being serious. Give me a chance to be part of Team Marshall. I always feel so left out because there is never any room for my Little and because I have no useful skills as a Big. Please."

"What are you thinking of doing?" he asked cautiously, bringing the washcloth to her back.

"Just being myself. I need to be included in some things and this is right up my alley."

"Bend forward. You don't even know this girl, honey. She could be as hostile as the ones at the Safe House," Caine cautioned, running the wet, soapy cloth between her legs and paying special attention to her bottom.

"You said her wrists are broken, so she can't hit me. She can't very well beat me up with her feet, and her jaw is wired shut, so she can't bite me. Please?"

"Put your hands on the bench and spread your legs. Wider," he ordered, kneeling on the tile floor behind her.

"What are you doing?"

"Thinking about your second offer while I enjoy the first one."

She purred as his mouth nibbled at her wet mounds and then probed between her velvety folds. "Don't think too hard. You'll hurt yourself. Ow! I thought you said no biting."

He grinned at the teeth marks that he had left on her right cheek. "I said that you can't bite anyone, not the other way around. Lean on your elbows. Aw, your poor little asshole looks so red," he cooed, kissing the offended spot. "I know you like it hard, but Layton's a big boy. We don't want any tearing."

"Mmm. It is sore…" She gasped as his tongue pressed against the soft rosebud.

He pulled away and lathered between her cheeks with olive oil soap, then spread her with both hands. "It's about to get even sorer," he warned, pressing the head of his engorged cock to the red entrance. "Open!"

May glanced over her shoulder and, with a deep sigh, bore down to give him access to her tender opening. With a grunt, he inched inside until his pelvis was pressing directly against her bottom. He waited for her muscles to relax as she submitted to his invasion, placed his hands on her shoulders, and began to pump vigorously against her under a pulsing showerhead.

"Oh Caine… damn! Slow down," she hissed as he lengthened his strokes and drove inside her hot body with unusual ferocity. His cocked swelled, pressing against her tight walls and then jutted forth with hot spurts of his seed.

"Fuck! Wait for me!"

"Sorry. You were too irresistible and my body didn't want to cooperate," he panted in her ear as he pulled out and straightened her to stand. Turning her around to face him, he kissed the top of her frowning forehead.

"That's Layton's style." She made a wry face as she reached back to rub her bottom. "I hope you have something to numb me. I feel like I just went through an hour of sitting in a corner wearing the purple butt plug."

He raised an eyebrow. "No. Let's keep you sore so that you remember who is in charge."

"Wow, you're feeling mighty Domly. What gives?"

"I'm just feeling particularly possessive at the moment," he answered, shutting off the water and handing her a towel. He started to walk away and she called him.

"Hey! You forgot to dry me! Get back here right now, mister. There is no way in hell that I'm going to let you act completely like that Neanderthal brother of yours." She stomped her foot and pointed at him. "Don't make me remind
you
just whom you are in charge of."

"Brat," he said, walking back to her and rubbing his towel over his wet hair.

"Butthead."

Caine laughed loudly, snatched her wet, giggling body in his arms, and carried her back into the bedroom where he tossed her on the bed. Jumping to straddle her, he simultaneously tickled and dried her off, pinning her down to nip her soft skin before blowing raspberries into her stomach.

"What's going on in here? I can hear her screeching like a banshee clear on the other side of the house," Layton said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"He's as bad as you are today. Get him off me!" May demanded, coughing between hysterical chortles.

"You got her snorting? I'm impressed," Layton proclaimed, crossing his arms and grinning broadly.

"Would you believe she actually asked me to give her numbing cream for her ass after I fucked her?"

"Are you kidding? May, I have to say that I'm insulted."

"He's in a mood, Layton. Just ignore him. The soreness is a result of
both
of you," she said breathlessly, turning her red face up to look at him. "Now get him off me."

"What brought on this on?" Layton kicked back against the headboard.

"Our little '
hero in a half shell
' wants to help me with my problem," Caine said.

"Don't you dare diss my Ninja Turtles, Mr. Man!" May warned, wagging her finger at him.