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Riley checked the clock in the corner of her computer. It was about seven thirty, and already Emma had been dressed and gone for at least two hours. Adding to the fact that she’d been expressly forbidden to leave the house without at least waking Riley up, she’d also been getting home way past curfew, and Riley knew if she allowed the behavior to continue, Emma would slide back into old habits. She couldn’t stop the ginger from being a mouthy little shit, but she could, at least, prevent her from being out past eleven, especially working in the ER at an inner city hospital. She turned her chair, her office door open slightly as she dialed the HR office.
“Hi, yes. This is Riley Petrova, Emmaline Petrova’s wife.” She paused, her jaw tensing slightly as she leaned back. “Yes, Emmaline Woodford. Anyways. She’ll be tendering her resignation effective immediately.” Riley turned to look at her own schedule. A couple kids early in the morning, a young mother in the afternoon. Not too busy; enough time to deal with the coming Emma Meltdown, and if worse came to worse, (a distinct possibility), she could always dose Emma and let her sleep it off in the locked break room. Perks of having your own clinic. You could hire people who had the same proclivities as you. And, as most of the doctors and nurses on staff were also, as Emma called them “Fucking controlling assholes,” there was almost always a wayward, usually unwilling bottom sulking on one of the couches after getting their ass warmed or sitting in one of the brightly colored rooms walled with thick padding, along with a tv. Said ‘controlling asshole’ could bring their own supplies to keep their person occupied during lockdown if they didn’t trust them at home alone.
“Oh, you have to have the notice from her?” She asked, straightening and giving Troy the “One second” finger as he entered the office. “Well, that’s unfortunate. I was going to leave another contribution to the hospital. And, hmm...I wasn’t going to inform the CEO’s wife that you were fuckin’ him--” Riley smiled, enjoying this. “--Yes, I do have pictures...but...if you can’t scratch my back, I can’t…” She trailed off, smirking. “Great, you’ll send her home today. Wonderful. No, she cannot work just one more shift. Yes, I understand you are understaffed. No, I really don’t care. Thank you. Have a nice day.” She hung up, tossing the phone on the desk and swinging her gaze to Troy. “What’s up?”
Troy stared at Riley, shaking his head. “Dude, she’s gonna lose her shit.” he warned, still holding the tablet. “Your eight thirty is here. But if you need to handle your girl, I can take her, I mean, I got an eight thirty five but...”
He hesitated as Riley stood, grabbing her lab coat and shrugging it on. “Nah, it’s fine,” she said cheerfully. “Get me five milligrams diazepam though. Anyone else’s person in the break room?”
Troy shook his head. “No, don’t think so.” Most people might be a bit weirded out at the whole situation, but Riley had been Troy's mentor since Damien almost got his face shot off, so he just nodded and headed towards the break room where his co-workers kept their supplies. Who knew a buncha uber-controlling people had an affinity for helping the less fortunate?
“Hey there, Amy!” Riley entered the room, flashing a smile at the little Asian girl. “How you doing, sweetheart?” Riley sorted through the girl’s file, glancing toward the taller woman. “And you, Miss Smith?” Riley's voice was cooler. She wasn’t...quite a fan of Miss Smith; she found her much too cold with the children she brought in, but extensive research and plenty of people trailing her found no abuse. Riley still thought she shouldn’t be working with children, though. “I see you’re bringing Amy in for an annual check up...ah, and a flu vaccination.”
Amy piped up. “I don’t want a shot!” Her face set in a stubborn pout that reminded Riley of Emma. Though Miss Smith shushed her, Riley nodded. “I know, bud. Shots aren’t very fun, are they? But they attack all the bad germs that make us sick!” Riley balled her hands into fists, gently booping the girl’s arm and grinning at her infectious giggle. “Tell ya what, we’ll do that last, okay? Here, say Ahhh!” Riley wielded her light and tongue depresser with great skill.
“No need to coddle, we don’t have time. I have three other cases to--”
Riley shut Miss Smith up with a cold glare, turning slightly. “Hey, Amy.” she said, squatting down to get to the little girl’s level. “I’m gonna go talk to Miss Smith real super quick, okay? Y ou wanna go and pick out one of those friends?” Riley pointed to a big plastic treasure chest in the corner, filled to overflowing with stuffed animals, before helping the little girl down and grabbing Miss Smith's arm in a rough hold, tugging her out into the hallway.
“Look, lady. I get it, you got a time crunch, but that’s a kid in there, and you’re really fuckin’ shitty with ‘em.” she hissed, letting the spluttering woman’s elbow go. “If I didn’t know how stressed the system was, I’d get your happy ass fired. But watch it, do you understand me?”
Miss Smith spluttered, opening her mouth to say something, but Riley cut her off. “Don’t. Just go stay in the waiting room. Call your office to report me, I don’t care. I’ll have the nurses bring Amy out when she’s finished. Maybe you should look into another line of work.” She turned away, opening the door and moving back into the room, though she kept the door open, since there was an unaccompanied child in there.
“Miss Smith is mean.” Amy stated, clutching a stegosaurus. “And she said she didn’t like you ‘coz you were confused. I don’t know what you’re confused about though.” Amy shrugged as she skipped back up to the table, clambering on. “I still don’t want a shot.”
Riley knew what she meant, Miss Smith had been trying to get her “saved” since the woman had first been bringing the children to her clinic, because somehow she correlated the short faux hawk and masculine demeanor with a non believer. But, Riley just flashed a little smile at Amy. “Don’t worry what Miss Smith says, okay? You just be the bestest most awesome person you can be.”
Riley continued to chatter and joke with the little girl as she did the check up, mostly talking about their favorite dinosaurs. Riley glanced at the door when one of the nurses poked her head in. “Red fury, five seconds...” the nurse whispered dramatically, earning a confused look and a giggle from the girl swinging her legs back and forth on the table. Riley had hoped she’d be done before Emma stormed the gate, but she knew her girl wouldn’t show her ass in front of a kid. So, she just pulled a face at Amy, earning another giggle.
“What's red fury?” Amy asked curiously, peeking through the door.
RIley turned to ready the vaccination, using her body to block what she was doing before tucking two syringes into the pocket of her lab coat. “It’s just a silly nickname we gave my wife.” she explained. “She’s got really pretty red hair, and sometimes she’s kind of grumpy in the morning.” Turning when she heard the stomping sound of squeaky nurse shoes, she smiled. “Ah, and there she is! Good morning, Princess!”
“Riley Petrova! You are the wor--” she cut herself off as Riley stepped back, showing the curious little girl, her face melting into a smile, though she cast a furious look to Riley. “Good morning, sweetheart!” she said softly. “I didn’t know the doctor had a patient, I’ll wait out here.”
“Oh, no, come on in, Em. Actually, I wanted to show Amy here that shots weren’t that scary, and you’re due for a flu shot so, will you help us out?” Riley flashed her girl a bright grin, waggling thick brows at her.
Amy tilted her head, watching the pair, confused. “Whycome you have a wife? Are you a boy?” she asked curiously.
Emma glared daggers at Riley but came closer, crouching down. “Nope, Dr. Riley’s a girl, but she loves a girl! And that’s okay.” Emma explained. “You can love whomever you want, a girl, a boy, or anything in between.”
Amy paused a moment. “Are you ~really~ gonna get a shot?” she asked dubiously, beaming a grin when Emma nodded her head.
“I am! Shots are scary, but they’re really quick!” Emma sat on a chair, rolling the arm of her pink and green scrubs up. She schooled her face, though her stomach dropped. Riley was a sneaky little shit, she knew Emma couldn’t refuse in front of the kid. Keeping her eyes on the little girl watching curiously, she bit back a pained whine when Riley swabbed her arm and slipped the needle inside her skin. ‘You’d think,’ she thought to herself, ‘I’d be used to fuckin’ needles, as many times as Riley sticks them in my ass.’ But she perked up anyway, playing her part in the show. “See! No big deal!”
Amy tilted her head. “Did it hurt?” she asked, her voice small, as she watched Emma rise and come closer.
“It did.” Emma admitted. “And my arm is just a little sore. But it’s very quick. Do you want to hold my hand and be a brave girl? I bet Dr. Riley has a baggie of candy she’ll give you...” Emma bribed, holding out her hand.
Amy teared up, but nodded and held her hand out, wrapping her small fingers around Emma’s.
“And, one, two...” Riley counted as she swabbed the little girl's arm, then gave her the shot. “Good job! And Emma's right, I do have a bag of candy, but only for brave kiddos, so don’t be tellin’ everyone.” she warned playfully, moving to put the needles in the sharps bin, and grabbing one of the little baggies. Truth be told she gave all the kids, and some of the adults, both a plushie and candy. But it was always more fun if it was a secret.
“OOOWW...Oh, you’re done!” Amy peeked at her arm, then grinned again, hopping off the table.
Riley nodded, handing the candy over and holding her hand out for a high five. “Alright, bud. Go with Nurse Sasha okay?” She smiled at the nurse who slipped in, holding out her hand. The nurse nodded, giving Emma a little wink before shutting the door.
As soon as the door was shut, Emma exploded. “I cannot believe you got me fired, Riley!” she snapped. “No, you know what? I can believe it. I just can’t believe you got the fuckin’ balls to actually...” She stomped. “You’re such a dick, I swear to god if you don’t...undo whatever you did, I’m gonna…”
“You’re gonna what, princess? Throw another tantrum?” Riley asked, tearing the paper off the table and moving to wipe it down to ready it for the next patient.
Emma growled softly, stomping towards Riley, she stuck a finger in her face. “Reverse it! I liked that job!” she snapped. “I busted my ass to get that fuckin’ spot, and you’re not takin’ it from me!”
RIley raised a brow at the finger, turning to toss the paper away and slide on a new one. “You’ve also been attacked three times; have been out way past curfew doing double shifts, which, by the way, was forbidden.” she reminded Emma, turning and leaning against the counter, one leg crossed over the other and her arms crossed also, as she watched Emma's face grow pinker and pinker. “You’re cashin’ in on what...? Three hours of sleep? Then the hospital has another short staffing problem, and off my princess goes to save the day. We’re not havin’ it.” Riley's voice was calm, measured, but it was just pissing Emma off more.
“That’s not your decision, Riley!” Emma argued foolishly, because...really when had that ever worked? “You’re not my fuckin’ mother. When are you gonna get that through--” And...Riley pounced, spinning Emma around with one arm trapped between them, her hand around her girl’s throat.
“Nah, I ain’t.” She said smoothly. “When are you gonna get it through that pretty lil head that I am your daddy?” She leaned down, pressing her lips to Emma's ear. “And I control every fuckin’ minute of your life. Keep goin’ babygirl, ‘n you’re gonna be a housewife. Go any further ‘n you’re gonna be my ‘lil girl, an’ I do mean losing every adult privilege I gave you, including the bathroom. You wanna press this, princess?” She pressed her fingers down just enough to cut off Emma's air supply as the girl squirmed and jerked in her hold.
At least, until Emma moved forward then swung back, knocking her head against Riley’s with a satisfying thunk and twisting away, darting for the door. “Eat a dick, Riley Petr...”
Riley grabbed her again, jerking her back and opening the door. The staff knew to keep the hallway clear, figuring Riley was going to have a ‘discussion’ with Emma, so it was easy to manhandle the ginger, her hand tangled in Emma’s hair. “That was a really, really bad decision, princess.” she warned, free hand pressing against the little black box to open the break room’s door before she kicked it back with her foot. She pushed Emma forward, moving to check her nose in a mirror. Nope, not bleeding.
“You are such a fucking bitch, Riley!” Emma's voice was harsh, annoyed. Mostly because she knew she was in a lot of shit right now, though the hit was mostly instinctive as she backed up, pressing against the table before attempting to scamper away. But...due to at least two weeks of very little sleep, her reaction time wasn’t that great, not that she could ever beat Riley even on a good day.
“Do you need Daddy to show you who the bitch is, sweetheart?” Riley's voice was saccharine sweet as she spun Emma, bending her over the table and jerking her scrub pants and panties down before she fumbled with her own pants, unzipping the fly of the black slacks just enough to pull the strap out, rubbing the faux cock over Emma's ass. “Daddy figured you’d need a reminder.” she mused. “Nope...” Emma had used her arms to rise up, but Riley just slammed her back against the table, using one leg to kick her girl’s legs open. “You’re such a forgetful ‘lil thing.” Riley mused, fingers sliding between Emma's legs, smirking because, yep, her girl was soaked.
Emma shrieked, though she knew the damn room was soundproof. It wasn’t the first time she’d found herself bent over a table in here, though usually it was Riley applying her hand over and over again to Emma’s upturned ass. She kicked back, though Riley was situated between her thighs, so she was only kicking at air, before she let out a yelp as Riley landed several smacks to her exposed ass.
“Stop. Kicking. Daddy.” Each word was punctuated with another smack, before Riley lined her strap-on up, slowly pushing inside of her girl about halfway, instinctively making sure she wasn’t snagged on anything that would tear or hurt Emma's insides before fully thrusting in, earning a grunt from Emma. “See baby, Daddy isn’t the bitch. You’re Daddy’s bitch.”
Riley rocked her hips, allowing the base to rub against herself before she leaned forward, pulling her hips back to thrust right back inside her girl, barely noticing the door pulling open, the nurse from before wandering in.
“Ooph, punishment fuck or fun fuck?” Sasha asked lightly, heading straight for the coffee and smirking at the growling moan the little femme emitted.
“Both.” Riley smiled as she rose up slightly, tangling her hand in Emma's hair. “Can you tell Miss Sasha what we’ve learned today?” Riley’s voice was purposefully condescending.
“F...Fuck...You. Riley.” Emma ground out, moaning when Riley twisted her hips, a groan ripping from her throat.
“That’s not quite what we learned.” Riley glanced at the smirking nurse, shrugging her shoulders. “Brats, am I right?” she said, pulling herself just to the tip before she thrust right back inside Emma, knowing from experience Emma's silky channel was clenching. “We are learning who the bitch is in this relationship. It’s slow going,” Riley smirked. “But, I think we’re learning”.
“Hmm.” Sasha nodded. “My girl and I had that lesson just last week. A liberal amount of diluted ginger oil on your strap will work wonders.”
Riley nodded her head again, pounding herself into Emma. her free hand working the girl’s clit. “She’s much more receptive after an orgasm. Some people like to deny them, but it’s hard enough to get her to behave. I need all the help I can get. After our...” she paused, closing her eyes as Emma let out one of those whining moans, signalling her girl was breaking, a small smile curling her lips. “Could you grab that syringe? I think after our lesson, it’s nap time.”
Emma was getting more and more agitated as the pair just talked above her, but Riley was rubbing at just the right spot and her orgasm was building. Still, she shook her head. “D...on’t wanna nap!” she gasped out.
“Poor dear,” Sasha took another drink of her coffee, wrinkling her nose. “Ugh, I shoulda gone to Starbucks.” she muttered, snagging the syringe and an alcohol pad. “Want me to give her the shot, doctor? Since you’re busy and all.” Her voice was perfectly professional, even if she smirked at the pair. Moving towards the table when Riley nodded, she prepared the needle.
Emma clawed at the table as her orgasm hit her, she barely felt the swab or the needle as Riley pulled out of her, tucking herself back inside her pants before squatting to pull off Emma's shoes and her pants down and off.
“Stall one is open. Jack’s girl got into some trouble yesterday, so she’s grounded to stall three ‘til he’s off work,” Sasha said conversationally as she patted Emma's head after giving her the shot. “‘N stall five is still a mess from Sky’s tantrum; Blaine’s makin’ him clean it up, so...” Sasha shrugged.
Riley nodded. “Figured Mandy was gonna be somewhere in here if she wasn’t at work.” She rose, patting Emma's upturned rear again before helping her to her feet, keeping an arm around her waist as she led her to one of the brightly colored padded stalls and onto the raised platform bed. Handing her the soft blanket that was folded in the corner and the remote to the tv installed inside the wall, she stepped back.
“You all suck.” Emma muttered, but she flopped down, turning the tv to one of the movie channels and letting the remote drop to the floor. “S’ the only place that has fuckin...” she trailed off, her brain getting fuzzier as Riley leaned down to kiss her lips.
“We’ll have lunch together, yeah? Get some sleep, princess.” she ordered, stepping out and shutting the door behind her and easily coding the keypad to only her thumbprint.
Sasha shrugged again. “Brats.” she said with a laugh, heading through the door.
Riley chuckled, pulling her phone out to start up the camera app, watching as her princess curled around the pillow, the faint sounds of Frozen filtering through the speakers. “Gotta love ‘em...” she murmured, heading off to finish her day; secure in the fact that, at least for now, her girl couldn’t get into any more trouble.