Page 12 of Yes, Doctor
Her pussy clenched.
He trailed a hand up her calf, along her thigh to her ass, where he delivered a gentle slap.“Excellent muscle tone,” he observed and slapped the other side.
“Thank you, doctor,” she murmured.
“Give me your wrists,” he said.
She pleaded with her eyes as she raised her arms above her head to extend her wrists to him.She trusted he wouldn’t harm her, but being trussed up like a chicken was definitely out of her comfort zone.
He wound another length of surgical tubing around them and knotted it, then secured it to a knob on the head of the bed immobilizing her.Lying on her breasts without the support of her arms was uncomfortable and she winced, shifting.
He pulled another dressing gown from the bin and rolled it into a ball.Lifting her shoulder, he tucked it under her chest, peeling her sternum and shoulders away from the bed to take the pressure off.
“Thank you,” she breathed.
He gave her another wink and she turned to mush.Who was she kidding?He could do anything he wanted with her.
He picked up his chart again with a pen poised over it.“Today we’re going to examine your time to orgasm.What would you say is the fastest you’ve ever hit climax?”
She giggled into the crinkly paper of the exam table.“I don’t know...five minutes?”
He jotted it down.“And the longest?”
“Well, sometimes I don’t reach it, so what’s that?Never?”
“With manual stimulation or intercourse?”
“Intercourse.”
He stroked a hand down the muscles of her back, his touch light but warm, igniting shivers of excitement through her entire body.She was almost trembling by the time his palm crested her right buttock.“In some positions the clitoris does not receive stimulation during coitus, making it difficult to reach orgasm.”His fingers trailed between her legs, brushing lightly over her sex.Though the touch was feather light, she jerked in response, gasping as a bolt of lightning shot to her toes.
“Do you ever have trouble with manual stimulation?”One finger glided over her honeyed slit, spreading her natural lubrication.She arched her back, pushing her sex against his finger, begging for more.“Miss Jones?”he prompted, his finger still exploring with the lightest of contact.
“Uh…” She trembled with need, her entire body beginning to shiver.
“Do you have trouble with manual stimulation?”
“No!Never,” she gasped.
“Good.Let’s just test it,” he said, removing his fingers.
She gave a whimper of protest.
He left her side and went to the cupboard, returning with a thermometer.“I’m just going to see when and if your temperature rises during stimulation.”
She lifted her head and opened her mouth, obediently.
“Oh no,” he chuckled.“This isn’t for your mouth, Miss Jones.”
Her bottom tightened when she realized his intention.In fact, her entire body went rigid, as if squeezing her buns together and stiffening her knees might somehow keep him from inserting the thermometer in her most private orifice.
He gave her bottom a sharp slap.“Open for me,” he said.He didn’t wear disposable gloves this time, and as much as they lent to the scene, she appreciated the intimacy of his bare skin.
He leaned down, speaking close to her ear.“Be a good girl, or I won’t use lube.”
Her pussy pulsed in response to his dominance, even as her mind rebelled.“Oh God,” she whined, “do you have to do this?”
His only answer was to pull her cheeks apart.
