Doctor’s Indecent Fixation

by Celia Crown

  The research went from space-related content to armature porn that’s taken over the adult entertainment industry.

  I didn’t know what I was supposed to do with that information, so I pretended that I didn’t see it, but I’m pretty sure the FBI agent that’s monitoring me is having a hard time digesting someone searching for the definition of meme.

  “You need a full-body exam.”

  I freeze on the table, mindful of the hand that crept up to my thigh now, and the quivering muscles on his thick fingers switch to becoming a stone.

  He senses the change in my body, but he doesn’t point it out to me as he steps back with an oddly intense gaze in his dark eyes. Indescribable is what he’s expressing on his handsome face. I fear that my bodily function is going haywire.

  “Don’t be scared,” he says, the white flash of his smile changes the dread to desire in a split second of scorch flame.

  “Doctor?” I swallow, anxiety resting on my quaking bones.

  He’s not touching me anymore, but his presence still affects the areas that he put his hands on.

  “I prefer you to call me Adrian, Tabby.”

  Adrian is not a name that I am familiar myself with, but his voice purring my name is a recipe for déjà vu.

  “Be a good girl and let the Doctor touch you.”

  I’m going to burn in hell for being wet.

  Chapter Two

  Adrian

  Finding the love of my life on my territory means that she is meant to come back to me.

  I haven’t seen her since I was eight, and each passing day without her was agonizing because I knew that the chances of seeing her again would continue to be slimmer as my body ages with the days.

  I didn’t know what love was. I was eight, and my parents were more absent than my previous nanny. No one gave a damn about me, and I was always the mature child at school, and I hated being there.

  Then Tabby came in with a job offer my parents had requested. She answered like a saving grace to me. The moment I saw her, she was a beauty in her own unique way, brilliantly kind and unique in ways that my young mind couldn’t comprehend.

  She took care of me, and I loved her dearly. I wanted Tabby to stay forever; whenever it was her time to be in classes, she would always tell me when she would be leaving, and when she would be back.

  She practically lived in my parents’ home. Tabby was my constant in a world of loneliness, and I made myself a promise that I would take care of her when I get older.

  “Marry me” was what I said to her the day she left and never came back.

  I was so angry at her for leaving me in a house that doesn’t get called “home” anymore. She was my home, and she took that away from me. For as long as I can remember, I acted out because I was scared, and I was alone. Earlier, I had Tabby to calm the fear of abandonment in me when my parents threw me to her so she could take care of me.

  I tried to do everything to get Tabby back when I thought it was my parents’ fault for driving her away, but that was a stage of rebellion that caused major chaos in middle school, and they sent me off to an American boarding school.

  I hated my home in Germany, but I hated America even more.

  They didn’t come to pick me up for holidays or any events when students had their parents for support. I was the odd child out, and my classmates made fun of me for it.

  They never tried anything physical; when puberty hit me, I was growing and growing until I towered over everyone. I continued to grow in high school, where the basketball team would try to outmatch the football team to get me to join.

  I didn’t want to be associated with anything, I kept to myself, and I had an angsty year during my senior year. It all came crashing on me when my graduation came. I didn’t know what I wanted to do after that, and I didn’t want to follow the path that they had paved for me.

  I didn’t want to be an investor, and I certainly didn’t want to inherit their millions even if I was broke and lived on the streets.

  The ties I had with my parents were severed the moment the news leaked that there was a spaceship in space named Hercules. The mission was classified, but people speculated that it was to search for life forms on other planets to secure the future of humans once the resources run out on Earth.

  Others thought that it was an illegal experiment that was too inhumane to be performed on Earth, and the more mainstream people thought the shuttle was holding alien captives and experimenting on them.

  The more absurd view was that Hercules was an alien ship.

  That was all proved wrong when more information came out from sources that claimed they were working at NASA and the NSA. I didn’t care about the space shuttle, but I couldn’t help but be glad when I heard that there was a young woman, merely twenty of age, who got sent up there as part of a covert mission.

  Her intelligence in astrophysics could help with any danger that could be prevented. And I knew, when they described the starry charm that I made her to protect her from her own clumsiness, that it was my Tabby.

  From that day on, I joined the military to be closer to her.

  One of those days, she would have to come down from the shuttle, and I would see her again after years.

  I understood then that she had no choice but to leave me without an explanation. It was a highly classified act that even most of the people in high clearance places didn’t know. I was never truly mad at Tabby. She was special to me and still is.

  It’s why I can’t let her go.

  I might have gotten too excited when she was cleared for civilian life after being cooped up in the NASA headquarters for a couple of months. I waited thirty years; a couple more months would be a breeze. That was what I thought, but it was much longer than the years I spent wondering if she would ever come back to me.

  I volunteered to take over the duty of her bodyguards. I hated that those men could be so close to her while I’m stuck at the Navy yard as a doctor after I left the Navy SEALs when she came back.

  I got into the military, and the Navy SEALs, so I could protect Tabby when she came back; she protected me, and now it is time for me to do the same.

  “Name?” I clear my throat, jotting down her name before she even said it.

  “Tabby Sterling.”

  Many assume her name is Tabitha, but it’s simply Tabby, and it’s going to be Tabby Shafer soon.

  “Date of birth?” I look up from the clipboard that has all her information filled out, and I could never forget anything about her.

  She tells me the day she was born, and when I ask her for her age, she grimaces with a crinkle to her eyebrows. It’s adorable, and I want to kiss her. I want to smother her with kisses, so she is breathless and needs me to save her.

  “Married?” I gauge her reaction, her pink lips purse, and the pretty shade of amber in her yes glimmers in confusion.

  I couldn’t stop myself from wrestling her number from a NASA agent that I cornered. He nearly pissed himself when I demanded that he get me the number or my training as a deadly team member of elite killers would come in conveniently handy. He got me the number the same hour he ran away with his tail between his legs, and I had called Tabby with a simple message to see if she remembered me.

  She didn’t.

  I asked her to marry me when I was eight, and I asked her again now when I’m thirty-eight. Her not recognizing me doesn’t deter me one bit as I want to make her remember me.

  I shouldn’t ask too much of her. I spent a long time without seeing her, and I changed too much during that time. I am no longer the lanky kid with awkward limbs and interest in toy trucks. I’m a fully-grown man who is twice her size, and I’m stronger now—Tabby doesn’t need to worry about anything, I’m here for her.

  “Have we met before?” she asks, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

  I let her dwell on that, “Latest sexual activity?”

  My words are harsh and grounded out. The thought of another man touching my Tabby is unforg
ivable, and I will go the end of the world to find that bastard and break every bone in his body, then toss him to the sharks.

  She blushes, stammering out words that soothe the green jealousy rummaging through my body.

  “N-no one!” Tabby squeaks, squirming on the examination table.

  Her short height has her little legs dangling, and I wish she would stop looking so utterly cute. It’s as if time has frozen her youth and she still looks the same as the Tabby from thirty years ago.

  “Good,” I growl out, the straining of my cock pushes against the pair of black pants that I have on.

  My muscles bulge at the restrained tension that I can’t let out. It needs Tabby’s body to release everything, and I want every drop of that creamy tension dripping from her freshly fucked cunt from the result of my big cock splitting her open.

  “Good?” she chokes, eyes wide with innocence and a hint of shyness.

  “Come, I need to take your measurements.” I take her hand and let her use me as support when she hops down.

  The scale tips, but it’s not enough to show a significant difference. I frown at the number. She’s way too thin, and I disapprove of it. I understand being in space has limitations, but food should never be a problem when they do proper rations to keep a girl like Tabby healthy.

  I will have to get her fed and up to the recommended weight.

  I take her height next and relish the difference between us when she’s on the scale and is still at my chest. This tiny, little thing suits her name, Tabby; the amber in her eyes and the brownness of her thick hair resemble a traditional Tabby cat.

  Holding her hands while she slips back on her shoes, she gazes at me with such bashfulness that leaves me breathless.

  Grasping her shoulders, I feel the bone density and the strength in them to determine if there is another part of her that needs to be fixed. When her bones are up to my standards, I move to her hips to trace the slight imprint of her panties.

  I must remain professional; her health comes before my needs. When I heard that Tabby Sterling needed a physical, I was the only one who was more than qualified for the position, and I also didn’t want another pair of hands on her.

  Her skin is too pure to be tainted by anyone, and I’d be damned if someone went against what I wish to happen. No one objected when it’s my name on the piece of paper that dictates the start of a doctor-patient relationship; it means that anything in this room is privileged and no one will know what happened in here.

  “I have to take your blood,” I say, lifting her on the table again, and she doesn’t stay frozen at all as she wonders out loud.

  “I thought I was donating blood.”

  “Not yet,” I tell her with a backward glance as I wash my hands in the sink.

  The paper towel is rough on my skin, but I hardly feel it from years of dryness on my hands. I snap on a pair of blue latex gloves; the sound makes her shoulders jump in shock as she swallows thickly.

  “It’s only going to be a pinch,” I reassure her softly. I don’t move until I have her consent.

  “The blood scares me,” she confesses in a hushed tone. It’s as if it’s a secret she only lets me know.

  “You can look away. I promise, I’ll be gentle,” I smile, my heart humming a serene melody.

  She beams, bright and beautiful as she turns her head away. Her brown locks fall on her shoulder, and I brush them away, silently wishing the gloves aren’t in the way of me feeling the softness slipping between my fingers.

  Tabby trusts that I won’t do anything to hurt her when she turns; the willingness in her to present a vulnerable side of her to me is a feeling of accomplishment even though she still doesn’t recognize me. Her body does; some part of her knows that I’m her Adrian, and she’s going to remember with time.

  “Is it there yet?” she whimpers, tensing up when I rub an alcohol wipe above her vein.

  I drop the wipe and hold her elbow to steady her, “No.”

  She relaxes, thinking she has a couple more seconds before her doom comes. Tabby always exaggerates, but I love that about her, and her difference from others makes her stand out in ways that bring too much attention to her work and her personal life.

  Tabby Sterling is young and single, but no one will go near her when I am the one who will have her in the end.

  “Ow!” she whines when I poke the needle into her vein, one attempt and I got it. I’m good at what I do and being a doctor has allowed me to save my brothers many times on missions.

  I do miss them sometimes, but we tend to keep a low profile when we’re back to our civilian lives for a couple of days before being on duty again. Tabby continues to whine, but her head is stuck to the side while she focuses heavily on the picture of human anatomy with the muscles and joints.

  “I think this is a bad idea,” she whispers, eyes wild and scared. “Yes, giving blood is good, but I think I’m—”

  I turn my eyes away from the blood flowing into the tub, “Tabby, I’m here.”

  She nods and takes a deep breath to relax her muscles. I watch the side of her face and the pretty lashes fluttering with every emotion that comes across her mind.

  I take the tube away and toss the needle into the hazard bin while sealing her blood with the right procedures to ensure there’s no cross-contamination.

  Slowly with rustic movements, she turns her head when she hears my gloves snapping off. Tabby squints her eyes in case she sees the blood, but it’s been put into a secure package to be sent to the lab for testing.

  “Did my assistant put you up to this?” she brings her question up vaguely.

  “What do you mean?”

  Tabby sniffs, holding the cotton to the part from where I drew blood. “She’s trying to get me to this charity event, but I told her I was going to donate blood. Though I’m not, I’m having a physical…”

  I chuckle, ripping the bandage to put on her while throwing away the red speckled cotton to the trash.

  “You have been avoiding this physical for weeks. I volunteered to take you.”

  She huffs, pouty cheeks and flushed skin. ‘I’m not that scary that people don’t want to do my physical exam.”

  She and I are having different thoughts, but I’ll let her think that since explaining that I practically threatened anyone who dares to be her doctor would have severe consequences.

  Tabby hops off the table and glances at the package with her blood in it.

  “Fifty-two-year-old blood,” I comment offhandedly; that remark gets her head wheeled up to me with such speed that I hear a crack at the back of her neck.

  I reach back, kneading the muscle with her hair tangling in my fingers. Tabby is too focused on my comment that she doesn’t notice that I’m invading her space and touching her without her permission.

  “Y-you can’t just say a woman’s age out loud; that’s so rude!” she scowls, nose wrinkling and lips pouting to the fullest.

  “You are still very beautiful,” I compliment. She sees my honesty, and her cheeks burst with red.

  Tabby licks her lips, clearing her throat with a squeak. “Forgiven, Doctor.”

  My cock jerks, pulsing with need at the tone and use of my title. The status difference is so forbidden, but I can’t help myself.

  “We are not done yet,” I say.

  Her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline, “There are more?”

  “Yes,” I nod, hauling her little ass up on the table before pushing her back.

  She obeys with big, curious eyes; the ambers glint under the harsh white lights while I move the leg divider closer.

  “Take your pants off,” I demand, a husky growl purring out of my chest in deep timbers.

  Tabby clamps her knees shut, eyes jumping in fright as she shakes her head. “Why?”

  “Fertility test.”

  I can see the exact moment her brain melts and malfunctions; things are going through her head in seconds, and she’s shutting down with a mewl of helplessness.


  She should feel that way. This is my territory, and she needs to understand that everything I do is for her own good. If she doesn’t take care of herself, I will do it for her.

  It’s the reason why I picked up a medical book in the first place; my Tabby is clumsy, and she always gets hurt, stumbling on loose shoelaces, smacking into things, and cutting her fingers on a piece of paper more frequently than can be called normal.

  “F-fertility—” she can’t say the word without having her voice broken and squeaky in embarrassment.

  I don’t see how she can be embarrassed by something such as a word, but Tabby is innocent, and I know she just confirmed my skepticism of her virginity.

  Being in a space shuttle for two years is bound to create sexual tension and aggressive relations with other members.

  I want to see it myself that she is a virgin, and maybe, I can control myself without having to shove my cock in her pink cunt when I see it. A man can only resist so much before the walls come crumbling down, and he is left with no restraints on what he desires the most.

  “Is that a regular thing?” she runs her eyes up to mine as my big hands go towards her waist; the band of her duck pajama is comical in this scenario.

  “No, but you are required to be checked.”

  “By who?” she coughs, hands flying to mine to stop me from pulling her pants down.

  I leave her panties on to prevent her from going insane with a fiery blush on her cheeks that extends deep into her shirt.

  “Doctor’s order,” I say with a grin.

  Tabby responds as expected; she’s a good girl who listens to authorities.

  She lets me drag her pants down, but my eyes are on her pink frilly panties clinging onto the forbidden place that no one should have access to. I toss her pants to the chairs by the side and hook her legs up to the leg divider.

  I can see clearly, but I’m having trouble choosing where to look when her pretty face ducks in meekness, and there’s a shade of dark pink on her panties.

  She’s wet, and fuck, I can smell her cunt.