Page 5 of Yes, Doctor
He arched his brows.“Played doctor?”He shrugged.“Only in a relationship.Like with a girlfriend in med school.Or my ex-wife.Never with a patient or staff member before.”
It pleased her to hear she was his first, in a sense.
“No change of partners since your last exam, then?”he said as he leaned close to inspect the inside of her canal.
She didn’t answer, trying to think when her last exam had been.
He lifted his head and looked at her quizzically.
“I’m thinking.”
“When was the exam?Should I pull your file?”
“I don’t get examined here—that’s disgusting!”
He laughed and wrapped his big hands around the fronts of her thighs, smiling down at her.“What do you think we’re doing here?”
She nibbled her lip.“Getting kinky?”
He laughed again.“Yes, we are.But really, Chloe, the speculum is open.Do you need a pap smear?”
“Yes, I probably do, but there’s no way I’m going to have you sending my test to the lab.Everyone here will think you gave me an exam.”
He inserted the plastic spatula and small brush and took a sample of her cells, despite her protests.“That will be your punishment for smoking.The public humiliation of having the staff know that you had a pelvic exam from a doctor who does such things on a routine basis.”
She rolled her eyes, but he slipped the speculum out, which sent frissons of pleasure billowing through her.
“I’ll just do the bimanual check,” he said, inserting two fingers in her vagina and pressing back at them with his other hand on her abdomen.He began to slide the fingers in and out and her breathing rate increased while she tried not to moan like a cat in heat.
“Lubrication still appears healthy,” he observed.
“You’re killing me, here,” she muttered.
His lips curled.“Am I?Are you afraid I’ll never get you off?”
Just the suggestion of giving her pleasure made something in her core flip flop with excitement.He shoved his fingers in deeper, causing her to gasp with pleasure and then he began to do something on the inside that made it impossible to hold still.She mewled and bucked her hips.He grasped her hip to pin her pelvis down as he continued to tickle her inner wall.
“No,” she moaned, rolling her head from side to side.
“Healthy response to g-spot stimulation,” he said in his same clinical tone.
“Dr.Drake,” she whimpered, “please…”
“No, Miss Jones.You’re not coming yet,” he said, abruptly removing his fingers.
She nearly wept with unfulfilled need.“Wait!Please?”
“I still need to give you your rectal exam.”
“Oh boy,”Chloe panted, looking alarmed.“I don’t think that’s really necessary.You can just...uh...check my g-spot again, doctor.”
“Who calls the shots in this exam room?”he snapped in his best “don’t question the surgeon” tone.
“You do?”she said in a small voice.
He squirted a dollop of lube on the tip of his gloved finger.“That’s right, Miss Jones.I expect your full cooperation for this examination.And you still have a serious punishment coming for smoking.”
“I do?”she asked in the same little voice.
