Darling Little LeeLee (Doctor Darling’s Clinic #2)

Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

Leo

“Do you have a headache, sweetheart?”

Everleigh glanced up at me, her sippy cup loosely held in her hands, and shifted her body closer. I paused the cartoon we’d been watching about magical princesses. Her needs were important which is why my focus had been strictly on her for the past two days.

“No, I feel a lot better. When you went to the office earlier it gave me lots of time for thinking.”

I planted a kiss on the crown of her head. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“Please forgive me for being so rude?”

“When were you rude, babygirl?”

“The night you told me to take a shower.”

“That was a while ago. Don’t worry about it now.”

“But, I should have done things differently. I’m so sorry. If I had listened...”

“I was disappointed that night, not angry. Don’t play the ‘what if’ game with yourself, sweetheart.” I paused, choosing my next question carefully. Over the past two days, I’d been taking my Little girl’s health very seriously. She told me no one had ever demanded that she rest. I told her it was Daddy’s orders to stay hydrated and medicated. “Now that you’re feeling better, can we discuss our relationship?”

We were behaving as if we were in one, and we sort of were, but there were a lot of things we still needed to figure out before we could make it truly official. And after the last several days, we’d spent together, I knew I wanted to be official. I wanted to be Everleigh’s Daddy.

“Um, I will be when I change into different clothes. I’ve been in my Little space mostly, and I probably shouldn’t be if we’re going to have a serious conversation. Can you please make me a cup of coffee? I’ll be right back.”

“Yes, babygirl. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

She pressed a kiss to my cheek before getting to her feet and padding out of the living room.

I’d wanted to do things in a specific order without pressuring her to jump into a Dominant-and-submissive relationship immediately. However, my intentions hadn’t done either of us any good. I was a Daddy. More importantly, Everleigh seemed to be under the impression that I was her Daddy. I was no stranger to the dynamic but the last time I had a Little girl of my own was a few years ago. Rising to my feet, I strode to the kitchen and fixed two cups of coffee. Everleigh seemed to be expecting me to read her mind. I figured out most of the things she’d wanted out of the gate. Still, it was important for me to set rules now. Everleigh needed them. That much was clear.

Coming out of her bedroom, Everleigh walked up the hallway and met me at the counter. She’d changed into a pair of purple lounge pants and a pink tank top. Her long blond hair was piled on her head in a messy bun. She looked breathtakingly beautiful even after being sick.

“When we’re at the clinic it’s really hard to look at you, Leo.”

“I’d imagine so,” I playfully teased as I set her coffee in front of her.

She rolled her eyes. “No, ugh. You’re so handsome. And you’re intelligent, funny, and kind.”

“You don’t have to stroke my ego to have this conversation,” I pointed out, still gently teasing her. It was important for her to tell me what was on her mind and not worry about my reaction.

“Can you shut up, Leo?”

That wouldn’t do. I took a small sip from my mug and then another. She chewed on her bottom lip, clearly reading deeper into my expression.

“We don’t have rules in place, but I won’t be spoken to disrespectfully. Do it again and there will be consequences.”

“Then maybe you should do something.”

I considered her words. Though I’d threatened consequences, I couldn’t hold a punishment over her head before I’d laid the foundation.

“If you speak to me in such a disrespectful way again, you’ll stand in the corner,” I warned.

“Understood. I apologize for snapping. Can I tell you what’s on my mind? If I don’t get it out now, Leo, I might not ever say it.”

“I accept your apology. You can speak freely, sweetheart. Go on.”

She picked the mug up with both hands, inhaling the scent before sipping from it. She let out a small, satisfied sigh. “I appreciate the coffee. It’s easy to ask you to fix something I like to drink. It’s more difficult to explain what I’ve been wanting.”

I waited for her to continue. After nothing but the sound of her happy slurping, I had to prompt her. “Please keep going.”

Everleigh nodded several times as if she was giving herself a mental pep talk.

“Okay. Um, I want us to go slow, but I need rules. Or if you don’t want to take this any further, I need you to tell me to move on.” She wiped her brow, as if simply admitting all that had taken a lot out of her.

I frowned, and furrowed my brows. It was, in a lot of ways, the most straight-forward she’d been through our entire relationship so far. However, it didn’t even really make sense in the context in our current conversation and how it had been going so far.

“Move on?” I questioned. “I’m the one who asked to discuss our relationship, and from that you got that I wanted to move on?”

Everleigh was clearly dealing with some stuff from her past relationship. It would take me a little while to address her concerns and insecurities. She needed a basic rule or two in order to establish our dynamic. Otherwise that self-destruct button that she was fond of pushing when she became overwhelmed would be slammed with her palm as she ran away. That wouldn’t serve either of us.

Instead of realizing the absurdity that I’d tried to highlight with my answer, Everleigh just nodded. “If it’s too much, I mean if I’m too much, then you can just leave right now. I’m not being snarky, just real. I promise to be professional at work. Wa y more professional than I’ve been lately. Super professional.” She spread her hands out in exaggerated motions and forced a laugh so hard it almost sounded like a bark.

I placed my hand over one of hers, and worked on calming her raging insecurities. “Breathe. You’re not too much. I promise that I’m here, I’m in this, and I want to be in this. I can handle anything and everything you toss at me. Take a few more nice, even breaths.”

Though she said she was in a better space to have this conversation, her babbling sounded like the start of a spiral. Everleigh might smack the self-destruct button again if I didn’t redirect her fast.

I hated being put on the spot when I was younger. Back in college, I aced every presentation only when I had weeks to prepare. Medical school was no different but I had a rude awakening when I started clinicals. That awakening worsened when I became a resident. Dealing with actual patients gave me zero prep time. They expected an answer thirty seconds into your assessment. Over the years, I’d learned to think quickly on my feet and finesse an answer when I needed more time to research. However, Everleigh was not a patient. I racked my brain, thinking of everything we’d talked about the past few weeks. The way she responded combined with some of the intimate moments she’d shared with me allowed me to craft rules.

“I’m not going anywhere, little lionheart. No matter how many things you throw at me, verbally or otherwise. Your pulse is racing, so we’re going to take another minute. Breathe with me.”

“Yeah, I’m a bit worked up,” she agreed.

She sucked in a huge breath of air and blew it out. We allowed the silence to form a comfortable bubble rather than one filled with tension over our heads. Her pulse and breathing evened out while I settled on rules, ones I’d hope she’d agree to.

“Now. You said you needed rules, and I agree. I’ve got two simple rules, sweetheart. Are you listening?”

“Yes, I’m listening.”

“Be honest with me. Regarding how you’re feeling, with whatever I’m doing, or anything else on your mind. Agreed?”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll be honest.”

I gave her a moment to elaborate on her answer but she simply drank her coffee, waiting for me to continue. I squeezed her hand and released it.

“Communication is absolutely vital. We’ll talk about your needs, as well as your wants. If I tell you to do something, I expect you to follow through.” I stopped and rubbed my hand over my chin. “If I hit a limit of yours, tell me immediately. Or if you know of any limits now, please share.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her eyes sparkled.

Was she going to battle after just outlining the rules? I studied her posture. She seemed to be ready to pounce, but whether it was her sassy brat or an entirely different side was yet to be seen. I wanted feedback if she had any as well as give her the space to clarify if needed.

“Do you have any questions, Everleigh?”

“Nope.”

“Are you sure?”

“I, um, feel like I’ve been leading this whole time.” Her lower lip wobbled.

“I’d never risk dropping you into an uncomfortable situation that might cause friction between us at work. No matter what sort of inkling I had after I brought you hot chocolate…”

“I wanted you to just throw me over your knee and spank me!”

“Where would that have gotten us?”

She shrugged. “Maybe I would have fallen in line faster.”

“You’re not a soldier and I’m not regimenting you as one. We’re starting here and now. Do you have any questions at all?”

Everleigh traced a finger down the front of my shirt, before slyly glancing up at me. “No, not about the rules. How many more days until I’m not contagious?”

It seemed like I’d been turning her on with all the talk of rules and punishments. So, that was the reason why her grass-green eyes were sparkling and her grin was mischievous. Wanting confirmation from her, I swiped my thumb along her mouth, waiting for her to say something. Instead, she bit her bottom lip, chewing on it.

“Tell me what you’re getting at, Everleigh.”

“I agree with your rules. If something comes up, I’ll ask you to clarify.”

“Sounds good.”

“Can we, um, maybe….”

I finished the last sip of my coffee as if I hadn’t any clue about what she wanted. “Hm?”

“Uh, you mentioned, um the first night you stayed over that when we were together…” Her cheeks blushed a light rosy pink.

“Yes, I remember. I mentioned wanting to taste you from your lips all the way down to the hot little button in between your thighs.”

“Oh god,” she whispered.

“So, you’d like me to do that?”

“Yes, Leo. I’m feeling better if you want to, not that I’m demanding it, but if you’d...”

I’d never seen this side of her, flustered and sultry. She aroused me on any given day but the come-hither looks she’d been shooting at me made me hard.

“I’m happy you’re feeling better. What I think you’ve been trying to ask is whether or not you’re contagious now. Is that correct?”

“Yes, I don’t want to risk you getting sick or anything.”

“Well, you shouldn’t be, but even if you were, I woke up this morning with your face inches away from mine. Having sex isn’t going to put me at any bigger risk of catching a virus than you breathing in my face. Now, tell me why you’re too embarrassed to ask for what you want.”

“Sex doesn’t embarrass me, but the thought of you and I….”

I let go of her face only to move my hands to her hips and tug her against my body. “Tell me.”

“Do you know everything you do arouses the fuck out of me?”

“I may have picked up on that, sweetheart.”

“It’s probably not a great idea to have sex, right?”

“It’s a fantastic idea, but you sound like you’ve changed your mind. Have you?”

Everleigh rubbed my chest and I glanced down at her hands before returning my gaze to her eyes. They were dilated wide and her eyelids were hooded with what appeared to be arousal. She stilled against me, biting her lower lip again.

“I feel pretty gross to be honest. I’d love for you to do exactly what you said you would, but can we do that next week when I’m feeling better?”

“I’m not in a rush, baby. As much as I want to make your body shiver from the amount of pleasure I’m bringing you, I can wait. Can you?”

“Oh fuck… Leo,” she breathed out a moan.

“Can you wait another week?”

“No, not at all. Let me just… I’m just going to take a shower and then change my sheets… and… ummm… just don’t go anywhere.”

“You’re adorable.” I tugged her closer and licked a long line down her neck to the sweet hollow of her collarbone. “I’ll take care of your bed. Don’t take a long shower, because you’ll need another one after I’m done with you.”

“Not nice, Leo. That’s not… You’re arousing the fuck out of me!”

I slapped either side of her ass hard enough to make her jump. “Get in the shower. Don’t dawdle.”

“And if I do?”

“Then I’ll just pull your wet, slippery body out of the shower, dry you off, and carry you to bed. But if I have to do that, you’ll get a red-hot ass before I fuck you.”

“Leo!”

“Oh, have I stumbled upon a fantasy, babygirl?” I dragged my teeth along her earlobe.

“Daddy,” she whined.

“Answer me.”

“I really do need a spanking,” Everleigh whispered.

It was so much better for her to tell me what she needed than guessing. I was proud of her for saying it out loud. I grinned, unable to keep the cheesy smile off my face.

“Well, I can certainly take care of your needs. All of them. Hurry up.” I kissed her chin.

“I’m all melty now.”

“Go on. Don’t keep me waiting long.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I watched as she stepped backward and then quickly rushed up the hallway into her bathroom. I took my time finding fresh sheets and a new duvet so that everything could be washed.

I was beyond thrilled to have secured my place in Everleigh’s life, but it didn’t mean we had an easy road ahead of us. There was a lot of unease and tension at the clinic.

I hadn’t told Everleigh yet, but word had gotten out about the unexpected legal action. Those who were aware of it had done our best to keep it away from the staff as to not cause alarm. But a situation that could potentially impact our careers and livelihoods was nothing to be trifled with.

Ronnie was on edge and so was the rest of the staff. Though typically calm, cool, and collected, his overall mood was stressed. I’d spent a lot of time working with him and a team of lawyers. I wasn’t rolling in cash but my years spent at a prestigious hospital and being the face of said hospital’s advertising campaign left me with more equity than most. Now it afforded me the ability to help Ronnie when he needed it. I sighed, trying not to let those worries seep into my time spent with my new adorable and sexy girlfriend.

Sitting on the edge of Everleigh's bed, I pushed away the thoughts of work and lawsuits and checked my watch. Ten minutes until my little lionheart was due to be in front of me, hopefully wearing a towel and freshly clean from her shower. She’d do it without dawdling if she knew what was good for her.

Everleigh

Nerves spun through me at top speeds. Why had I been so bold? Because the handsomest man in the world had spent all weekend doting on me like a Daddy. Then he proclaimed us to be in a relationship and a dynamic and suddenly everything became very real. I wanted this, I wanted him, so why did I want to stand under the showerhead forever?

Because it became real.

I reminded myself of the conclusion I came to a few seconds prior. Leo Callahan, whom I’d admired from afar for two years, was my Daddy! I wanted to scream and shout and jump up and down like a maniac.

And he is probably sitting on my bed waiting for me.

Since my anxiety was pinching my chest, I’d forgotten his order not to dawdle. Twirling off the water, I grabbed a towel and dried off hastily, wiping my feet on the rug before reaching for the bathroom door. Leo opened it at the same time.

“I’m nervous,” I blurted out.

“Is that the only reason you took so long?”

I stared up at his gorgeous dark-brown eyes, wishing I could open up more. I’d shared a lot but there was still more stuck inside my belly. I’d asked for a spanking, so if I didn’t tell him before it, nothing would stay secret afterward. My go-to reaction after a nice, hard session was to literally babble about all the things on my mind.

“Yes, Sir. There’s a lot of gunk in my tummy.”

“Come here.”

Leo lifted me into his arms and brought me to my bed. He sat me on the edge and kneeled down, resting his hands on my thighs. I stared at his gorgeous face, wondering why I had to do everything the hard way?

“Where are your paddles, babygirl?”

For one split second I thought about lying but it was time to face the music. I wanted this. I wanted everything with Leo and I needed to stop pretending that I didn’t.

“In my closet.”

Leo kissed the top of each of my thighs before straightening up and disappearing into my closet. He rummaged around for a few minutes. I should have told him a more specific location, but I wasn’t in a hurry. He returned to my bedside shifting a small oak paddle between his hands as if testing the weight of it. Well, that didn’t bode well for my behind. Leo sat next to me and laid me across his lap without a word.

“A spanking after a shower is going to hurt more, Sir.”

“Yes, sweetheart. It’s going to. However, I’m determined to get you in a better headspace. This is not a punishment, but you should brace yourself.”

Tracing patterns along his thighs with my fingers gave me something else to focus on. Then the paddle struck my lower curves. Each one hit with precision and the intensity took my breath away.

Shit . Leo was not playing when it came to unleashing the gunk trapped inside me. He hit a spot on my upper right thigh.

“Ouch!”

“What color are you, sweetheart?”

I knew Leo was checking in on me, but I had to brat a bit.

“You’re looking at my butt. I’d assume it’s a nice pink?”

“Little brat.”

Leo bounced a few more off the same thigh.

“Ow! Sir!” I squirmed against him, my body rubbing against his cock, which hardened, pressing against the leg of his pants.

“Answer me.”

“Still green, Sir. The paddle hurts.”

“Good girl for telling me how you’re feeling. I’m sure the paddle hurts. If it’s unbearable, use your colors.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I’d spoken the truth when I asked for a spanking but it didn’t mean I wanted one. His handling of me would leave me raw and vulnerable. Over and over again Leo targeted my bottom cheeks, my upper thighs, and everything in between. When I thought he wouldn’t stop, Leo set the paddle in my field of vision. My ass burned from the spanking. He turned me around on his lap and kissed my forehead. Tears flowed down my cheeks like raindrops, and I didn’t bother brushing them away.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

“Sore and loved.”

“You’re such a good girl for talking about what you need. Do you feel better now?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m so very sore.”

“You’ll probably feel it for the rest of the day.”

He moved me up by the headboard and crawled on top of me. Leo pressed his lips to my forehead. We stayed quiet for a few minutes enjoying the silence and gentle closeness of each other.

“Thank you for spanking me, Sir.”

“You’re very welcome. What I’d like is for you to relax so completely that you become an absolute pile of bliss underneath my hands.”

Wanting to acknowledge his statement or agree, I moaned. Leo chuckled before licking along the shell of my ear and biting my earlobe. He sucked gently on the sensitive skin while I writhed. Nibbling the sweet hollow of my neck ignited sparks of pleasure while he traveled lower to my collarbone.

“Please kiss me?”

“Gladly.”

Leo kissed me, a deeply passionate kiss that left me utterly breathless. When he broke away, I started whispering apologies into his ear.

“It’s all right, sweetheart. You needed to work through some things. We’re going to keep moving forward. Daddy won’t let you get trapped in your head again. And if you do? Then you’ll tell me. We will work on it together. All right?”

“I’d appreciate it so much. I’ve wanted a Daddy for the longest time. I should have said something sooner.”

“It doesn’t matter right now.”

“Leo–”

Tapping my thighs gently, he nudged one of them with his knee.

“Spread your legs.”

I obeyed for once, instead of arguing about reasons why I couldn’t. Leo smirked, his gaze traveling up the long length of my body.

“Good girl,” he whispered against my belly button.

“I love hearing you call me that.”

“Mmm. And I like saying it to you.”

Leo dipped his head lower, catching my clit in his mouth. He sucked on it, mixing a combination of gentle and firmer sensations. I had never been a fan of being pleasured orally but there was something magical about his tongue that had me mewling. Threading my fingers into his hair, I tugged lightly.

“Fuck!”

He inserted a finger into my heated core, stroking deep inside me. “You’re soaked. Do you want me to fuck you while you’re on your back or from behind?”

“I want to see you. Please?”

“Ask me again.”

“Please, Daddy? Please let me see you while you fuck me?” I gave him what I hoped was my most seductive pout.

“Begging? Fuck, baby. You’re making me so hard.”

He kissed me as if he couldn’t get enough of the way I tasted. My own juices were on his tongue and the naughty combination had me writhing. Finally Leo broke away long enough to strip off his clothes. He lifted my leg onto his shoulder and glanced up the line of my body. His smolder brought goosebumps to my skin and I shivered. Admiring the cut of his muscles, I ran my fingers along any part of him that I could reach.

“Daddy?”

“Hm, what do you want?”

“You.”

“You have me, babygirl.”

Leo gave in to my pleading. He took my request very seriously, thrusting into my needy, aching core with one smooth motion.

I wasn’t a prude in any way, not that I hooked up that much anymore since my ex-boyfriend, but I was wholly unprepared. Stretching me in the most delicious way possible, Leo stroked places deep inside my pussy that I wasn’t sure existed before he touched them. His cock fit inside me like a key in a lock and he drew sounds from my lips I’d never heard.

“You’re so… big.”

“Relax, Everleigh. Let me make you feel good.”

No matter what happened from here out, he was the last man who would ever touch me sexually enough to make me wild. His hips moved in a way that had me enchanted, nearly hypnotized from the pleasure. Admiring the taut lines of his body, I couldn’t get enough. Rubbing his shoulders as he continued to pump in and out of my heat, I moaned.

“More. Please? I’m so close!”

“You’re so sexy like this. I love seeing this side of you. Wild. Passionate.”

“Please keep going!”

“Good girl. Come for Daddy.”

Hitting my peak so hard I saw stars, I managed to thank Leo in words rather than unintelligible sounds. He followed with his own climax, releasing deep inside of me. We stayed connected, our bodies and limbs intertwined while the sweet passionate bliss of the afterglow surrounded us.

“Leo…”

“Do you need something else, sweetheart?”

“I’m falling in love with you, and if you keep spoiling me and bringing this level of heat to the bedroom? I won’t be able to stop myself.”

“Good,” he answered, chuckling.

“Good?”

“Yes. I want you to fall in love, because I’ll be right here to catch you.”

“Don’t make me cry.”

“You’re so incredibly beautiful, Everleigh. Looking up at me, your cheeks flushed and your body soft and warm underneath me… It’s intoxicating.”

Smiling up at him, I traced his jawline. “You’re pretty handsome too.”

“You’re so sweet. Let’s stay like this a little longer and then I’ll order some food.”

“Amazing sex and delivery?” I waggled my eyebrows. It wasn’t that I wanted to tease him, but after the incredible release my brat needed to make herself known. He kissed me again, passionately, while I moaned against his lips.

“Or maybe we can stay in bed a few more minutes?”

“I love that plan,” he said, growling.

“Round two?” I asked, getting all aroused again. Leo yanked me on top of him and grinned. That look meant we’d probably be having dinner much later than intended.