Page 10 of Extra Tight

“Her fiancé,” I answer before Goldie can tell her something different.

“Great, then let’s get started.” A nurse comes in as the doctor takes a seat on the stool and slides closer to Goldie. “So it says you’re here today about vaginal tightness?”

“Umm.” Goldie’s face turns bright red, and she doesn’t look at me.

“Why don’t we start with a pelvic exam first so we can get a good look at it.” She smiles gently at Goldie as she pulls out the foot holder from the bed. “Are you two sexually active?”

“No,” Goldie says quickly as the nurse makes the chair she’s on lean back.

Part of me thinks that being in here is a bad idea, but I don’t think an army of men could drag me from this room.

“So have you noticed the tightness when masturbating?” The doctor gets a lamp and then some kind of metal instrument out before asking Goldie to spread her knees.

“Yes,” Goldie admits, and I can hear a trace of fear in her voice. Before I can stop myself, I go over to the side of the bed and take her hand.

Her eyes snap open at the touch, and she looks at me with a mix of embarrassment and relief.

“Let me take a look. Can you scoot farther down the table?” After Goldie has to do it two more times, the doctor seems satisfied. She’s between her legs for long minutes and makes small talk with the nurse as she does the exam.

“You okay?” I ask when I see Goldie’s eyes squint in pain.

She presses her lips together tightly and nods.

“All right, we’re finished,” Dr. Hill says and backs away from Goldie. “It looks like your hymen isn’t as open as it should be for comfortable penetration. Is it painful when you try to insert something into it?”

Goldie’s cheeks are already red, so it’s hard to tell if she’s blushing harder at this question.

“Um, yes. I can’t wear a tampon.”

The doctor nods like she expected this. “My suggestion, if you’re comfortable with it, is to let your partner help stimulate you into orgasm while slowly stretching it. It’s kind of like being able to tickle yourself. It’s almost impossible to do, but you’re more open to pleasurable sensitivity when it’s done by someone else.”

“What kind of stimulation should I do?” I ask the doctor, and I feel Goldie stiffen.

“Oral stimulation would be ideal, then you can work up to larger things as her comfort increases. Your vagina is tight but not something that warrants medical intervention.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” I tell her before she leaves the two of us alone.

There’s a half a second of silence before Goldie opens her mouth to say something.

“Not a word,” I cut her off and lean close. “Don’t you say a fucking word. Your ass is grounded, little girl.”

Chapter Seven

GOLDIE

I don’t know how this could possibly get any worse. I can’t even look at Nash, so I keep my attention out the window. I’ve got my arms folded over my chest, and I’m doing my best to create a wall between us.

This man really thinks he can do anything he wants. It’s infuriating. But I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit the relief I’d felt when he’d taken my hand. When the doctor started to do her thing, I was worried about the pain. I was so scared of it and what the exam might reveal.

The fear that had started to rise melted away at his touch. As much as Nash pisses me off, he’s protective. As long as I’m with him, I know no one will hurt me. Too bad he doesn’t know how much he can hurt me. If he does, he doesn't seem to care.

“Are you hungry?” Nash asks, breaking the silence. There’s still an edge to his tone, and I don’t understand why he’s the one that’s angry. I'm eighteen years old, and I went to the doctor for a check-up. What's the big deal? “You’re only making this worse for yourself.”

“You told me not to speak,” I snip at him.

“And now I’m asking you a question,” he fires right back.

“What is your deal with my food intake?”

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