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He separates me with another back-and-forth motion, rubbing his finger deeper into me. Now he’s breached my inner folds. He brushes across the opening of my vagina and then uses the tip of his finger to slowly circle that inner ring. It feels amazing. I’m already wet so his touch glides effortlessly. He runs along the rim several more times as I resist the urge to push down toward him. I want more of this sensation. I want his fingers inside of me. I want his dick inside of me—wait! What am I thinking? This is mydoctor. I shouldn’t be having these ideas about him.

If only he weren’t so attractive.

As if he heard my inner turmoil, Dr. West fulfills my secret desire. He slips into my opening, just an inch, and then withdraws it.

I whimper. I can’t help it. The sound just comes out of me, but it’s quiet and I hope he didn’t hear. My next whimper is louder when, in one smooth thrust, Dr West shoves all the way in. He holds it there, rotating it around.

“I’m palpating the back wall of your vagina,” he says.

“Mmm-hmm,” is all I can manage.

He moves his finger, pulling it almost all the way out before pushing it back in.

I try to hold still, but it’s hard not to lift my pelvis toward his touch. My heart rate picks up, along with my breathing. I curl my hands into fists by my sides and bite back the moan that climbs my throat.

A second finger joins the first, stretching me. He swirls his fingers around and then pushes even deeper than before. My pelvis rises to meet him. I can’t control it. His other hand comes to rest on my pubic bone. With his palm he pushes down, holding me in place. His fingers dangle, brushing against my clit, which is swollen with desire. In this position, he holds me prisoner. One hand stimulates my clit while the other pumps into me, over and over again.

My muscles tense as an orgasm builds slowly in my center. I bite my lip and attempt to take my mind off what he’s doing by counting the ceiling tiles. This is so humiliating. I can’t orgasm on my doctor’s fingers.

That’s not who I am.

I’m a good girl.

The regular kind.

Not the hot, sexy kind.

My effort to distract myself fails when he applies his thumb to a grinding circle on my clit. My back arches off the table, and I groan. I’ve been examined before, but never like this. It feelssogood. Better than anything my previous boyfriends have done. Maybe it’s because he understands anatomy that Dr. West seems to know exactly the right amount of pressure and where to apply it.

My hips buck against the weight of his hand. He adds a third finger, filling me up in the most delicious way. His hands coordinate, one pushing into my drenched pussy and the other rubbing hard against my clit.

“Oh, my god,” I wheeze in a whisper. I lift my head to see that he’s staring at my core, his features smooth as if he doesn’t notice the way I’m responding to his touch.

He picks up the pace, and my orgasm builds until my entire body is trembling. I try to hold it back, but the sensation is overwhelming. My nerve endings sizzle. My muscles pull taut. My mouth drops open as I gasp for air.

He cocks a finger inside me, and I orgasm, my back bowing off the table. Waves of pleasure bathe me, running from my head to my toes. I bite my lip so hard to keep from crying out that I taste the sharp tang of blood.

Dr. West rides the orgasm out, still moving his fingers in a way that’s almost painful with how overstimulated I am down there. The motion extends my orgasm even longer. Finally, he slows and then pulls his hands away. I slump, boneless and trembling, against the hard table.

My eyes track him as he walks over to the trash can and pulls off his gloves, which glisten with my arousal. He steps on the foot pedal, and the lid pops open. With a flick of his wrist, the gloves go flying into the can.

Adam

I shove my hands into the pockets of my white lab coat so she can’t see how they tremble.

My god.

It happened. I just got off Jessica Jones using nothing more than my hands. Teenage me is doing cartwheels. Talk about a bucket list item I never thought I’d get to complete. I’ll always remember the hushed sound of her moans, the pink on her cheeks, the way she rolled her head from side to side as she orgasmed. I’m going to be jerking off to this for the rest of my mother-fucking life.

She wasn’t the first patient to get turned on when I examined them. It’s a normal physiological response. Sure, maybe it’s more common in my patients since I’m decent looking, but it’s not unheard of for any doctor. Usually when a patient acts that way, I try a different technique or end the exam early. With patients who repeatedly have that response to me, I transfer their care to another doctor. I take my responsibility, my position of power as a physician, seriously. I never lose control of the situation.Never.

But this was different.Shewas different. That single little whimper told me she wasn’t just tolerating my exam—she was enjoying it. That sound had lit a fire in my veins. I wanted to hear it again. I wanted to push her, see how far I could get her to go. I never thought it would be all the way. Never thought she’d actually come.

This is a dangerous game I’m playing. Reckless. My job is the one thing I care about in my entire godforsaken life, the only thing I feel good about. I can’t risk it, even for her. The medical board wouldn’t look too kindly on that little interaction that just occurred. I can only imagine how awkward my deposition will be when she sues me for sexual misconduct.

Lawyer: Dr. West, were you aware the patient was becoming aroused?

Me: Yes, I was.

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