“Well, your pussy very much likes the idea. What a dirty girl you are.”
Heat filled her cheeks and they felt warm to her. Embarrassment, maybe?
“Hold your pussy lips open for me. Both sides. Just like that.”
“Oh, God.”
“Like your slit exposed? Like feeling vulnerable as I fill your holes?” He licked both fingers and then slid them inside her pussy and ass at the same time.
A bite of pain morphed into delicious pleasure as she curled her toes.
She bit her lip, unable to process the words to answer. “Mmmm…” was all she could come up with. His mouth stole any cognitive thought and tossed it aside.
“Love you dirty. And mine.” He settled his lips around her clit again and licked her in a rhythm she could no longer ignore.
“I’m gonna come,” she whispered as she dug her heels into the mattress. No clue why she said it. Zeke could always tell when she was there. It was more than just a simple admission of her orgasm barreling closer to her.
She said it in surprise.
Partly, it was being able to come so easily with Zeke. He knew her. He simply…knew her. Always had. But the other part—the filthy part of her—was coming before she realized she was already there, because of the simple thought of really playing doctor with Zeke.
She bucked against his mouth, unable to contain her convulsing abdomen as he held her down.
Strapped down.
Being examined.
Probed.
At his mercy.
Groaning was inevitable as her pussy and ass locked down on his invading fingers, while he continued to fuck her with them as she came.
She bit her lip and her head thrashed back and forth. She tried to process the far from innocent fantasy forming in her head.
The iron headboard behind her called to her to hold onto it. Releasing the lips of her sex, she grabbed the metal bars behind her and moaned again when Zeke pulled his fingers free and licked her from her ass hole to her clit.
“So delicious,” he whispered against her pussy. “I’m gonna clean up real quick. You completely soaked my hand you dirty girl. Don’t go anywhere.” He was already off the bed before she could even let go of the metal she had a death grip on.
“Are you kidding?” she called after him. “You left me a puddle of orgasmic bliss. I couldn’t move if I wanted to.”
“Good.” He turned the water on and Aslan closed her eyes.
Thighs wide, naked, exposed. Pleasure still raced beneath her skin as she slowly caught her breath.
She came to again when Zeke gently covered her up with the comforter. “Oh my gosh, you wrecked me with that orgasm.” She yawned as he turned out the light. “I came so hard.”
He moved onto the bed and pulled her close, until both of them were on their sides this time. “So hot. Dirty. Love it when we find new things to explore together.”
She moved up a tiny bit and he scooted down.
Lined up perfectly, he slid inside her. Several thrusts and he was buried to the hilt within her slick channel.
“You’re so wet,” he mumbled through gritted teeth.
“You’re so hard,” she sighed. “So deliciously hard.”
Two handfuls of thrusts later, as warmth filled her core again, Zeke slowed and then stopped. He pulled her a bit tighter against his chest and relaxed. His shaft inside her definitely did not get the “relax” memo.
“Umm…why did you stop?” she asked. Rotating her shoulders a bit, she was able to glance back at him. The light from the moon only illuminated a tiny piece of his face but that was enough to see the laugh lines at the corner of his eyes when he smiled.
“Because you need your sleep.”
Nothing else came, so she prompted, “And?”
He tugged her even closer and his cock jerked inside her. “And I like the idea of you falling asleep on my cock and me getting hard again while I’m inside you. Fucking you in your sleep.”
Aslan sighed and snuggled into her pillow and against Zeke. “Luckiest girl ever. Night, my Zeke.”
“Night, my beautiful wife.” He kissed her shoulder and her head, then palmed her naked breast.
Moving her feet beside his, their bodies shifted against each other and her pussy fluttered around his still very hard shaft.
Sleep called to her and she couldn’t fight it any longer.
“Aslan?” Zeke whispered behind her.
“Hmm?” is all she got out. She was not really certain if she was asleep or awake.
“The doctor will see you now.”
Aslan opened her eyes and she sucked in a sharp breath.
Chapter Two
Zeke no longer slept behind her.
They were no longer even in their bedroom and he was nowhere to be found.
She sat in her doctor’s office waiting room, surrounded by other people. Women, children and a few other men.
The room was the same that she was used to, but it was also much different. The room’s colors were muted around the edges, no matter where she looked, and all of the faces were hazy. An older woman sat next to her and Aslan was going to ask her a question when a door opened.
“Aslan Smythe?”
Looking up again, Aslan spotted a woman across the room calling her name. Even her face seemed misted over. She just couldn’t make out her features.
She glance around again. Focusing on their facial features seemed impossible. For some reason, it reminded Aslan of Charlie Brown’s mom in Peanuts.
“Aslan,” the woman called again. “The doctor will see you now.”
She stood and made her way toward the woman in scrubs. Aslan didn’t remember telling her body to move but buoyancy filled her until she floated through the door the nurse held open for her.
“This way,” the woman called and led her down a hallway. They walked past lots of closed doors with brightly-colored folders hanging on them.
“Nice day, today,” the nurse commented and gestured for her to step on a scale.
She went to put her purse down but noticed she didn’t have it with her. Totally made sense, of course, so she just kicked off her flip-flops and stepped up.
The nurse took her temperature from her ear, then her oxygen level and heart rate from a tiny device she slipped on one of her fingers. After writing down Aslan’s weight, she said, “Let’s get you in a room and take the rest of your vitals.”
Aslan slipped on her flip-flops and walked after the woman, into the room at the very end of the first hallway.
On the counter sat everything for her annual exam. Speculum, swabs, vinyl gloves, lube and several tubes. On the exam table was a hospital gown.
The nurse moved the gown back toward the pillow at the other end and patted the front of the table. “Hop up here. Let me get your blood pressure and then I’ll get everything inputted into your chart.”
Stepping up onto the footstool part of the chair, Aslan took a seat. The other woman wrapped a cuff around her arm and pushed a little button on the side. The blue plastic inflated until she was certain it would cut off the circulation to her entire body. It beeped several times and then incrementally deflated.
Several seconds later, the nurse pulled off the cuff. As the Velcro ripped apart, she said, “One twenty over seventy six. You’re alive.” They both laughed and the nurse walked over to a computer station and started click-clacking at the keyboard. After a second or two, she instructed, “Okay, go ahead and get undressed and put the hospital gown on. The doctor will need everything off. He’ll be in to see you in just a second.”
“He?” Aslan asked.
“Mmhmm,” is all the nurse gave her in way of an answer. She pulled a long curtain around the door and then she was gone.
“A man?” Aslan whispered. She bit her lip and glanced at the items on the counter again. A man.
Slowly, she stood and removed her clothes. Piece by piece, she sank into
the dirty thrill of the idea of a man’s hands touching her, examining her, probing her. Picturing Zeke as the doctor made her pussy throb.
She shivered as she laid her folded clothing on one of the chairs in the corner of the room. Slipping into the gown kicked her heart into high gear and she fumbled with getting it tied in a couple places in the back. Moisture slid along the lips of her sex and she wondered if she should be embarrassed by being so turned on.
Rainbow socks. She still wore rainbow thigh-high socks as she sat down on the paper-covered table, the thought of her making a wet spot on the paper flitted across her mind.
When a knock sounded on the door, Aslan’s heart jumped into her throat.
“Are you ready for me?” a familiar masculine voice filled the room as he entered. He closed the door behind himself and then temporarily pushed the curtain aside.
The faceless man stepped into the room and let the curtain fall closed behind him.
“What about the nurse?” Aslan mumbled as she took in the sexy man before her wearing gray scrubs. Talk about sexy. “Are you the doctor?” she added as he held a hand out to her. She took it and let him help her to her feet.
“I don’t really think we need the nurse for this, do you? And I am definitely your doctor for the day.”
“Where’s Dr. Mercu? Is she out sick?”
“She was called away to the hospital for something, so I’m filling in. That won’t be an issue, will it?” He stepped closer and whispered the last words in her ear. “I promise to be gentle.”
His warm hands touched her back as he reached around her.
Aslan sucked in his scent as she inhaled at his touch. “What are you doing?”
“Helping get your gown untied.” His fingers grazed her neck as he pulled all of her hair over one shoulder.
“Uhh…why do I need it untied?”
He undid the knot at the top of the gown and somehow stepped even closer to her to reach the knot at her waist. “The opening needs to go in the front so I have access to you.”
“Access?” she whispered. Before she could say anything else in response, he loosened the second tie. Cool air raced across her skin as he slowly pulled apart the gown at the back.
Down her arms, he tugged the thin fabric until she stood almost bare before him.
Awareness tingled along her limbs as the doctor stared at her.
She couldn’t see his eyes but she felt his gaze on her. Everywhere.
Instead of putting the gown behind her so she could tuck herself back into some form of covering, he draped it across the exam table.
She cleared her throat. “What are you doing? I thought you said it was supposed to close in the front.”
“It is.” That was all he said as he lifted her arm. Turning her hand over, he ran his fingers along her flesh. “But I think the gown will just get in the way. And you’re already out of it.” He said it so matter-of-factly. With authority. Dominant authority.
She closed her eyes and hummed in her throat, despite how hard she tried to clamp it off. “What are you doing?” she asked again. Unable to open her eyes, she relaxed into his touch and leaned back a tiny bit against the front edge of the table
“Examining you.” The rough timbre of his voice changed and awareness raced up her spine.
“Why?” The simple question slipped out when there were a million other things she should have asked.
He paused.
Aslan opened her eyes and gasped.
Zeke stared back at her. He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, running the tips of two of his fingers down her jaw. “Because you want me to. Isn’t that right?”
What a complicated question.
She mumbled something in response that wasn’t even any kind of real answer.
Releasing her arm, Dr. Zeke stepped forward, boxing her in. “Honesty, Mrs. Smythe. There’s nothing more important between a doctor and his…” He glanced at her bare nipples and back up her body, snaring her with his intense gaze. “Patient.”
She bit her lip, unable to look away from him. From the fantasy she’d buried so deep only her subconscious would let it come out to play. “Yes.” One syllable exploded out of her, even though it was probably barely loud enough for him to hear.
He reached up and touched her throat, her shoulder, her collar bone. But then he paused, glancing back up to lock gazes with her once again. “All of you or just certain parts of you?”
“What do you mean?”
“These parts?” His thumb dragged down her sternum and then paused again.
She sucked in a deep breath as he moved his palm over to cup her breast. The same thumb now circled intimately against her nipple.
“Or all of your parts, Mrs. Smythe? I want you to be very clear about what you want my help with. Very clear.”
The hypnotic rhythm of his thumb echoed against her clit as if he touched her there, too. She closed her eyes and huffed out the breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.
Dr. Zeke moved closer against her but never stopped his touch on her nipple or the phantom pressure on her clit. A whisper of air fluttered against her lips a moment before he spoke. “You need this. You ache for this. Everything I can give you. A fantasy. It’s your turn to ask for what you want. So, be brave. What do you want?”
“You.”
“You’ve got me. But what do you want from me? Just to talk?” He brushed his knuckles below the swell of one of her breasts and then the other. “Or…”
He left it open ended. Even in her dream, she wanted him to make the decision. He knew what she wanted, if that look in his eyes was any indication, so why didn’t he just take it? Take her? Strap her down to the table and probe her?
“Because I want the words, Mrs. Smythe.”
She bit her lip again. Talk about loving it when he called her by her married name. Sucking in a deep breath, she relaxed into his touch and decided to ask for what she wanted. “I want a thorough examination…doctor.”
His grin.
Stuff wet dreams were made of.
“And a thorough examination you will get.” He backed up a step and stared down at her feet.
She curled her toes and grinned when he raised his eyebrows at her.
“The socks are a nice touch.”
“It’s chilly in here,” she offered by way of explanation.
“Well, let’s see about warming you up, shall we?” Without waiting for an answer, he took her shoulders and turned her around. His hands were firm but gentle as he moved more of her hair over her shoulder, exposing the column of her back to him.
Artwork was hung on the wall she faced and she watched him in the reflection of the glass as he touched her skin, examined her. Touching the inside of her knee, he urged her legs wider and she shuddered. Embarrassment tried to creep in when he grabbed one of those short little rolling stools and pulled it closer. Before taking a seat, he crowded in close behind her and pried her hands off the edge of the table where she had a death grip on the padded surface.
“You seem to be shaking a bit. I think I’ll have you lay down for your added comfort. ‘First, do no harm’,” he growled and nipped at her earlobe. He pinned her lower body to the table and pushed her torso down onto the padded table in front of her. Stretching her hands up, he wrapped her fingers around the edge of the table on either side of her face. “Something for you to hold onto. The exam’s about to get a bit…deeper.”
“Oh, fuck,” she cursed.
“Only if you’re a very good girl, Mrs. Smythe. Stay right there so I can grab the rest of what I need.” He stepped beside her and grabbed a rolling metal tray. He moved the contents of the tools and gloves needed for her internal exam from the counter onto the metal.
The paper beneath her crinkled as she shifted nervously against the table.
A knock came at the door to the room a second before someone opened it.
Aslan froze in place as the nu
rse spoke. “Are you ready for me to assist, doctor?”
With no outward reaction in his voice, Dr. Zeke answered, “We’re actually still talking and need some privacy. Let everyone else know I’ll be occupied for a while longer.”
“Yes, doctor.” Then she was gone, closing the door behind her.
Aslan’s entire body sagged against the table and then she sucked in a sharp breath when the man beside her pulled on medical gloves.
Snapping them in place, he caught her gaze one last time before pulling the cart behind her and settling on the stool.
She jumped when the smooth gloves touched the back of one of her thighs.
“So jumpy. How delicious. Since you can’t see me from this position, how about I walk you through everything one step at a time?”
“Th-th-that would be great. Thank you.”
“Such nice manners.”
A grin lifted her lips at his praise and then her mouth popped open and stayed that way when he pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and licked the tight hole of her ass.
“I seem to have misplaced my lube.”
Aslan glanced to the counter where the lube still sat on the edge.
“So, I’m just lubing you up.”
“For what?” She wanted to know his answer more than she wanted her next breath.
“To take your temperature, naturally.” He licked her ass again and more liquid spilled from her sex.
“Didn’t the nurse already take my temperature when I got here?”
“Of course, but I’m a very hands-on physician and this way is much, much more accurate.” He picked something off the metal table and it clincked against the surface. “Here we go, now.” He slid something cold, thin, and long inside her ass and held it with one of his hands. “This won’t take long.”
Her pussy and ass clenched on the invasion and pleasure raced to her pelvis. A tiny moan slipped free and she gripped the table harder.
“Your pussy is practically dripping, Mrs. Smythe.” He adjusted his hold on the thermometer and used his free hand to gather her wetness along his glove-covered digits. Swirling the moisture around the entrance to her pussy, he spread it to her clit. The sensitive nub quivered at his touch and her back arched, trying to get closer.
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