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“Fragrant,” the doctor says.
The assistant scribbles a note on the clipboard. I touch the back of my neck. What is he talking about?
Dr. Ambrose clears his throat. “Very odorous, indeed.”
“I noticed as well, Doctor,” the assistant says.
Odorous?I grit my teeth. Is he talking about the way my pussy smells?
I clench my jaw, but I keep myself on the exam table. Scents are natural.It’s a normal fucking vagina, you assholes,I seethe internally.
Follow the rules. Get close. Then he’ll be gone.
“Her musk is ten times stronger than average, which is potentially indicative of her atypical tendencies,” the doctor adds.
My entire body flames red. I admit sometimes, when I’m aroused, I do have a strong scent, and sometimes, it does embarrass me. I’ve had it checked out before, and the gynecologist reassured me it was normal. It usually only happens when I’m alone, pleasuring myself. Never with Benji or my ex.
So why is it happening now?
I press my knees together. This isn’t about Dr. Ambrose, his assistant, or what I want. This is about killing him. My body is just playing along.
“Clipboard down. Hold her legs apart,” Dr. Ambrose says.
Knives stab my insides. He’s going to hold me down?
“Wait.” I sit up. “I’ll keep them open. Don’t?—”
The assistant slams my knees open. My tendons andmuscles strain, stretched to their limits. I pant, and the pain ignites in my stomach.
Dr. Ambrose traces a finger between my folds, his fingertip sliding on my slickness. It tickles. I bite my lip, refusing to experience any sort of pleasure.
Pain bites between my legs. I squirm and see his fingers around my clit. Is he pinching me?
I snarl. “Pinching my pussy isnotpart of a real exam.”
“And you are the professional here?” Dr. Ambrose asks coolly.
Unease rolls in my chest. His gaze roams over me. My skin dampens. How does a sheer look from him make me sweat?
He rolls my clit between his fingers. Energy incinerates me. My hips rotate closer to him.
“Do you want me to stop?” Dr. Ambrose asks, grinning with apparent sarcasm. “Perhaps we can complete this examination on another day.”
My insides tingle. We can’t stop now. Not with how much I’ve done to be here.
Obey. The vial is under the exam table. Get close to him. And then?—
“Do you see this?” Dr. Ambrose muses as he studies between my legs. “Arousal is dripping out of her, and all it took was a brief squeeze of the clitoris. It is quite sensitive.”
The two men chuckle. My breathing is rapid, my cheeks heavy.It is quite sensitive?I know he’s talking about my body being sensitive, but it feels like he’s talking aboutme.Like I’m not even here. Like I’m not a person with thoughts, feelings, and desires, but athingthey’re analyzing.
It feels good to be useful though.
The thought blasts me like a cannon, and I bite my tongue as hard as I can to get rid of it. It doesn’t disappear though.
I’m under stress right now,I tell myself.My mind is conjuring pleasure so I can get through this.
I stare at the decaying acoustical panels above me, but my mind fills with images of Dr. Ambrose’s stained hands manipulating me.
