Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

Dr. Morgan removes my legs from the stirrups. "Will you carry her across the hall so I can get a few X-rays?"

Daddy scoops my naked body into his arms and follows the doctor from the room.

I gasp as we enter the hallway.

Daddy kisses my forehead. "No one else is in the clinic today, sweet girl," he reminds me as if this is supposed to assuage my nervous tension about being naked and exposed.

Dr. Morgan points toward a low flat surface. "The table might be a bit cold, Little one. Hopefully you can tolerate it for a few minutes. I'll try to be quick."

Daddy deposits me in the middle of the table and guides me to lie on my back. He once again lifts my arms over my head. "Dr. Morgan is going to take some pictures of your ribs first, Baby girl. Can you lie very still for me, or would you like me to restrain you?"

A full-body shiver consumes me at his suggestion.

He emphasizes his words by pressing my hands against the hard table. "I can strap your arms down and also across your chest and your hips if you'd like, sweet girl." He says this in a kind tone as if he's offering me candy.

I find myself nodding for reasons I can't understand. I noticed there were a lot of different straps on the changing table at Noah's apartment, but Daddy didn't use them on me.

Holding my breath, I try to stay still as Daddy pulls a thick length of nylon across my arms right at my elbows above my head. My heart rate picks up immediately. I had this same sensation when he put the harness on me earlier.

When he adds a strap across my chest just below my breasts, I whimper. I also lift my legs, bend them, and squeeze my thighs together. The flutters are back with a vengeance.

Daddy guides my legs back onto the hard, cold surface of the X-ray table before adding two more restraints—one across my hips and one across my thighs.

I'm panting and so very aroused when he bends to give me a quick kiss. He hesitates, stroking my cheek and smiling at me. "I noticed your reaction when I put the harness on you, sweet girl. No reason to be embarrassed. Lots of Little girls like the feeling of being restrained. It helps you submit and turn your care over to Daddy. In your head, it makes you feel like you don't have options. It can be freeing."

I don't respond. I'm still thinking about his words as he steps away.

Dr. Morgan takes his place, adjusting the huge machine over the top of me. "Have you ever had X-rays before, Little one?"

"No, Sir." I can't think about anything except the growing need between my legs and how tight my nipples feel. I'm worried the doctor knows how aroused I am. He says nothing about it. Thank goodness.

"You won't feel a thing. It's like a camera for your bones. You'll need to remain very still and even hold your breath while I take the images, and then you can relax. These first images will be of your ribs. Then I'll take some of your arms."

"Yes, Sir," I whisper.

The next few minutes are a blur as I follow Dr. Morgan's instructions, holding my breath when he says. All the while, my attention is on the straps holding me securely to the table and the way Daddy is watching me through a window from behind a wall.

Something happens to me in those brief minutes. It's confusing and transformative. I can feel his gaze on me, and I want him to come back to me. I want him to touch me, hold me, kiss me. I want to feel him against me.

I want him with a deep longing I don't understand.

Maybe I'm reacting so strongly because he's the first person in ten years to actually care about me. He's my rescuer. Is there some sort of clinical term for falling in love with your rescuer? Does that make my feelings less real?

Am I in love with Brian?

Daddy leaves the room, and when he comes back to me, he's holding my shirt and a fresh diaper. He unfastens my restraints, making me feel uneasy. I liked being strapped down by him. Something is very wrong with me.

Daddy puts my shirt back on and a clean diaper before standing me next to a black screen where Dr. Morgan arranges my arm in several positions to take multiple pictures. He does the same with the other arm before he's finished.

He speaks to Daddy. "Why don't you take Lacey back to the exam room. I'll meet you there with the images."

When Daddy lifts me into his arms again to carry me across the hallway, I snuggle against his chest, tucking my arms in close to my breasts.

He leaves the door open and settles on a chair, cradling me. His brow is furrowed when he tips my head back and meets my gaze. "You're very quiet, sweet girl. What's going through that pretty head of yours?"

He reaches for my good hand and brings my knuckles to his lips to kiss them. "Are you thinking about how it felt to be restrained to that table, Little one?"

I nod slowly.

"Does it scare you to be so affected by restraints?"

I nod again.

"Like I said, it's normal, Baby girl. I bet your pussy is feeling very needy."

My face heats. Does he know everything?

He smiles and kisses my forehead. "I'll take care of that for you later, Little one."

Dr. Morgan joins us and turns on a white screen on the wall so it lights up. He slides several X-rays onto the screen.

Daddy keeps me in his arms as he stands and steps closer. He winces and hugs me tighter. "Dammit," he mutters.

"What's wrong?" I ask. "Is my arm broken?" I didn't really think it was that bad.

Dr. Morgan takes a deep breath. "It's not broken, Little one. Not this time. But it has been broken before. So have four of your ribs and your other arm. Brian's been working in this profession long enough to read an X-ray."

"What does that mean?" I ask.

Daddy kisses my forehead again. "It means I'm very glad you will never ever be in a situation where you could be abused again in your lifetime, Baby girl. I'm sorry I didn't know about your living conditions sooner and get you out of there."

"It's not your fault, Daddy. I never told anyone."

He rubs my back, squeezing me again. "I wish I had noticed the signs."

Dr. Morgan pats Daddy on the back. "She's here now, and she's safe. Nothing will happen to her. But do let someone in legal know about the situation just in case."

"Already done," Daddy says.

"Good. Bring her back in a week so I can make sure she's healing well."

"Do you think she needs a brace or something on her wrist?" Daddy asks.

"Only if you can't keep her from using it. As long as she takes it easy, she'll be fine. No heavy lifting. Keep her calm for a few days. It's her dominant arm, so you may have to do some things for her she could ordinarily do herself, but I doubt you were going to let her do much of anything anyway." He chuckles. "Call me if you have any problems."

Dr. Morgan turns to stroke my cheek with one finger. "Welcome to the island, Little one. You hit the Daddy jackpot. I've been wondering when Brian would get wise and claim you."

"How did he even know you knew me?" I ask Daddy after the doctor leaves the room.

Daddy sits on a chair with me in his lap to put my sandals on. Finally, he stands me on my feet and grabs the harness. "I've spoken about you many times, sweet girl."

"You have?"

"Yes. Does that surprise you? I've had my eyes on you for a long time, but you were a tough nut to crack, always so shy and quiet. Sometimes I struggled to get you to look at me."

"I didn't want you to find out about my home life."

"But you were interested in me, too, weren't you, sweet girl?"

"Yes, Daddy." I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck. "I really want to be your Little girl."

"You have no idea how good that sounds, Baby girl. Like I hit the lottery."

"What if you get tired of me?"

"It will never happen, Lacey. But you don't have to take my word for it. You'll find out over time." He helps me into the harness and cinches it tight. His eyes are dancing as he stands. "Ready to go?"

"Yes, Daddy."

When he gives a slight tug, pulling me closer to him, I moan.

He chuckles as he bends over to kiss my neck. "I might keep this harness on you all the time."

"I might like that," I murmur.