Page 16 of Exposed
Iam an it.
Not for me,I chant internally.This is not for me.
I have to do this.
I have to?—
What am I supposed to do?
I’m supposed to?—
I stare at Dr. Ambrose, my lips agape, my body tingling. He rotates his hand, my hips thrust to take in more, and I cry. Oh, damn it all, Icry,because I don’t understand what’s happening to me right now. Being fisted by a criminal, a horrible man, a man who could be my father, isn’t something anyoneshouldenjoy, and yet I’m ready to explode, and my mind flares with wanton instinct.
He punches my cervix, and I twist around his physical manipulation. I hyperventilate, each breath scraping my throat like razor wire. I can’t think of anything. I can’t. I can’t?—
“Already on the verge of orgasm,” Dr. Ambrose says.
With his free hand, he rubs my clit. Tears cover my cheeks. He’s so filthy, it’s wrong, but my bodyneedsrelease.
He growls. “Look at me, you little freak.”
I moan. I try to focus. I hate that fucking word. I hate it.
I lock eyes with him. “Don’t you dare call me a freak?—”
“I’ll call you whatever I want,” he snarls. He stands from the stool, bent over me with his fist still inside of my pussy,his wrist riding against my pelvic bone, and his other fingers pinching my clit. He leans closer so I hear every word: “From now on, you will only cum when I abuse your clit. You will learn to associate pain with pleasure. And as our first task, you’re going to cum to a man you’ve barely met fist-fucking you in an asylum. Remember that, cunt. You’re not a good,normalwoman. You’re a disgusting little freak.”
His fingernails dig into my clit, and I scream, my pussy constricting around his fist, waves of pleasure leaking through me. He’s right. Iamcumming. Air compresses from my lungs, molten lava swallowing my entire form. Sparkling light brightens my vision, and I cry so fucking hard, my pussy contracts in violent surges.
The largest part of his knuckles grind against my pelvic bone as he removes his fist.
My jaw drops.
My pussy is raw. My skin is on fire.
And I’m empty.
A grin spreads across his lips. “The disappointment on your face is priceless.”
My eyes widen at his cock stretching his pants; his length is abnormally long, like a varicose vein winding around his thigh. A snake ready to wrap around my neck and choke me to death.
I grit my teeth. No. This man willnotkill me. I’ll kill him. All it takes is time.
Exhaustion flows through me as I lie on the exam table. Then he shoves me so I’m facing the mirror. His chest presses against my back, his chin resting in the crook of my neck. When he puts his hands between my legs, I thrust my hips.
I hate it, but I want more.
“Don’t worry, sweet one,” he says in a low voice. His hand cups my pussy, and the other slithers around, grabbing my hand in his. “You can say hello to your boyfriend through this mirror.”
I flush, heat radiating through me.Benji.Was Benji in Dr. Ambrose’s office this entire time? It may be the standard protocol for a patient’s guardian to watch the initial examination here, or maybe Dr. Ambrose is careless, and that’s how Benji was able to steal my mother’s file.
I redden all over again and lower my eyes. If Benji saw me—if he’s watching me right now—then he’ll know I’ve never acted like this with him. He’ll know I came from being used.
“He was right, wasn’t he?” Dr. Ambrose says. “You are a wanton little cunt, so desperate to cum, you even took my fist.” My clit rides against his palm. I close my eyes, pressing back into him. He whispers, “I bet he never made you feel this good.”
I whimper, and Dr. Ambrose slips a finger inside of me, curling toward the uncontrollable spot where I’ll either cum or die. My pussy is sore and tender from the fisting, but I’m alreadythere,about to jump over into the abyss.
“What will Benji think if he sees you cumagain?Will he think you’re pretending? Or will he know you can’t help yourself?” Dr. Ambrose laughs. “Now he knows with certainty you’re nothing but a fucked-up little whore.”
