Proud - Eleven and Dr. Brenner
"You did a good job today, Eleven. I'm very proud of you."
Eleven blushed at the rare compliment, standing still next to her bed as Papa undid the straps on her flotation suit.
"I think you've earned a special treat. Would you like that?" he asked, turning to hang her suit in the closet to dry.
"Yes Papa," she replied in soft voice, wondering what reward he might have in mind.
She held out her arms, expecting him to have a fresh gown for her, but he left it where it was, folded on the shelf. So it's that special reward, she thought, her stomach getting fluttery. He gestured toward the bed and she lay down obediently, her small, naked body unabashedly on display.
"You're a very good girl, Eleven, and I want to thank you for how hard you worked today." he said, settling himself down by the foot of her bed.
On cue, Eleven spread her legs a little wider, the hairless lips of her pussy drawing him in. He ran his firm hands up her soft legs, urging her thighs just a little further apart and then settled in to give her his special reward. His tongue sank between the folds of her tiny cunt, his hands gently massaging her hips, pulling her in closer to meet his mouth.
Eleven let out a small squeak and laid her head back, her eyes slowly closing. Somewhere deep down, she knew she wasn't supposed to like it when he rewarded her like this, but it just felt so good. His tongue continued to work away at her, sending wonderful shivers up her spine. Once in a while he would slide one hand off her hips, his thumb rubbing gently around her little clit, pulling soft sounds from her throat.
It wasn't long before she was breathing hard, her vision going all sparkly.
"Mmm. Papa. Feels good," she moaned. "Feels good. Papa!"
Brenner held her tight as Eleven came, her legs gripping desperately around his shoulders. He slowed his tongue, drawing out her little orgasm as his hands slid up to massage her stomach.
"Papa's very proud of you, Eleven."