Page 141 of Brainwashed
Felix’s lashes flutter up at my face.
“Cooperate please, Felix,” I speak quietly to him.
He sucks in a breath, letting it out slowly before he nods. Then he lifts his legs, placing his feet on the table and bending at the knees.
“Wider,” Johansson demands.
Resting my hands on Felix’s calves, I pry his legs apart farther. He’s visibly nervous, so I make sure to draw a small circle or two on his flesh with my thumbs. Just to calm him a bit… “It won’t be bad.”
“Are you kidding?” He huffs. “Look at the size of that thing.”
I lift my brow at him, saying without words,not the biggest thing you’ve had inside you today.
His cheeks flush, and he swallows.
Johansson isn’t picking up on whatever is happening between us. Either that or he doesn’t care. He simply stands by the edge of the table and presses the tip of the wand between Felix’s ass cheeks.
“Jesus fuck!” Felix whines. “It’s cold, asshole.”
Johansson ignores him. “Relax, please.”
My hand slides off of his leg and over to his hand, covering it with mine. He glances at me, lips trembling with his shaky breaths, chest moving up and down beneath the hospital gown, bunched up around his shoulders. His fingers slowly lace through mine and my stomach begins to twist.
Johansson gives the wand a shove and Felix grunts, squeezing my hand. I can’t stop watching his face, but I also find my eyes wandering down between his legs where the doctor’s gloved hand is easing the wand all the way inside him.Deep.
“Fucking… shitfuck,” Felix mumbles hoarsely, eyes closed, head tipped back.
The slope of his throat is… nice to look at.
“Doctor,” Johansson calls to me and I flinch out of my trance.
“Hm?”
“Are you familiar with the ultrasound data?” He lifts his brows at me, and I nod.
“Relatively,” I answer, noting the presence of the wand on the screen.
This is certainly different from any sonogram I’ve ever seen. You can see the wand inside Felix, plain as day.
It makes me wonder what else you’d be able to see… From inside him.
“That’s weird,” Felix murmurs, then squirms, still clutching my hand. I glance down at him. “Do you see anything… bad?”
I blink at him, attempting to reacquaint myself with the reality of the situation. “Uh…” I clear my throat, my eyes flitting to the screen. “No, you look healthy.”
Johansson moves the wand and Felix lets out a purr that throbs me in the balls. Against my will, my wide gaze moves over to his dick, which is growing harder by the second.
“You like the feeling…” I rumble down to him. Our eyes connect and the blush in his cheeks gives me another twitch below my waist.
His tongue slides over his bottom lip, then he tugs it between his teeth.
“Leave us, Doctor,” I bark suddenly at Johansson.
He pauses in confusion before stuttering, “I’m not sure that I—”
“Now.” I aim a glare at him that saysyou have three seconds to get out of this room before I eject you myself.
He still lingers for a few seconds, pissing me the fuck off with his inability to follow instructions, his eyes falling to Felix and my joined hands. I rip mine away and fold my arms over my chest.
