Page 10 of Will See You Now
Her eyes were on me, so curious and warm and sated, she watched me as I studied her. From her tits pushed out of her dress, to her exposed stomach and wrecked, filled pussy, she was like nothing I’d ever seen before, a goddess. The strongest urge to kiss her overcame me, but it would shift whatever this was, change the dynamic into something beyond this depravity we’d indulged in. I’d kissed her briefly when she’d first arrived, but that felt more like a claiming. This would be different, we were spent, our bodies used up. To kiss her now would be a declaration I wasn’t prepared for.
After a few more minutes admiring the view, I quietly picked her shredded panties off the floor and tucked them into my pocket, then I moved to the speculum. Closing it and sliding out was just as erotic, watching her pussy begin contracting back up, keeping my spunk inside. It would soon be running down her legs, making her thighs sticky as she traveled home without underwear. I wondered how far it would make it before she had to handle it. Would she leave it or wipe it away?
She was silent as I lowered her legs from the stirrups and pulled her up, guiding her body and tucking her tits back into her dress, adjusting her bra. Her hair was a mess, so I neatened it, trying hard not to meet her eyes. I wanted to hug her, pull her into my arms and soak in her warmth, let her soak in mine. Instead, I tipped her chin up using my knuckle, and studied her expression, forcing her gaze on mine.
There was a sadness, a loss or something I couldn’t quite place. She seemed younger, almost vulnerable. And I was a monster. The demon who’d corrupted her, pushed her beyond any limit she could have imagined. I opened my mouth to ask her if she was okay, but she interrupted me.
“Can you please send over the correct forms to my professor?” she asked, her voice soft, detached. “I need them for my trip.”
This was her way of giving me an out. I could see it in the set of her jaw, the tightness around her eyes. Fuck, her lips were so plush and red, abused — my eyes dipped to them, drawn to them. My entire body wanted back in her space, ached to be near again, to explore her even further. But she was closing up.
“Of course,” I replied, stepping away. “You have a clean bill of health.”
She nodded and slipped off the table, picking her shoes up as she walked to the door. She was unsteady, slow on her path, and I fucking let her go. I let her walk out of the examination room, with the discarded speculum still glistening, with the splatters of cum and body fluids on the floor and table, with the stink of sex in the air. She didn’t turn as the door slammed shut behind her, didn’t break her stride as I listened to the soft footsteps leaving the practice.
That filthy feeling I’d had the last time she’d been here? This time it wrecked me.
It had been two weeks since that day in my practice, and Harper Walton had never strayed far from my mind. I’d sent over all the forms she needed, confirming her health after double checking every test result — I wanted to be sure I hadn’t missed anything due to my lesser brain’s interest in her. She was perfect. And I had no reason to see her again.
“I swear, man, we can go next week. My friend hooked me up with a membership,” Adam, my brother, said with a big smirk on his face. As a chronic over-sharer himself, he’d managed to wheedle out of me what had happened with Harper. Not every single graphic detail, but he knew I’d messed around with a patient and it had unlocked something in me.
We shuffled forwards in the line at the coffee shop, edging closer to the front. It was busy, just a chain near the hospital, but better coffee than what was available inside, so everyone flocked to it. Adam, my dickhead brother, was an emergency room doctor, and he was poking me in my side to respond.
“Fine!” I relented. He’d found out about a local sex club, wanted me to examine my newfound kink there. Safely, away from any risk of lawsuits or inappropriate behavior. He was convinced it wasn’t Harper that had affected me, but a sexual awakening, one I could explore with anyone.
“I’ll send you the link. You fill out a form and they hook you up with someone else who wants the same thing. It’s awesome!” Adam said, pulling out his phone.
I was only half paying attention to Adam as we ordered our drinks and moved to the collection counter. The barista called out names in rapid succession, working fast to get through the gaggle of harassed doctors. I was at the hospital today assisting in a minor surgery of one of my patients, and Adam always insisted on meeting up when we could.
“I don’t know what to fill out on my form, I’m excited though...” Adam continued, almost to himself as he got lost in his phone — probably on a porn site researching kinks.
“Harper!” the barista yelled, slamming down an iced something or other.
For a moment, I thought it must bemyHarper, and I looked around, an annoying excitement rippling through me. But no one stepped forward for the drink. The disappointment was a shock, even though it shouldn’t have been. I’d been obsessed over this woman, over what we’d done and how she’d been willing to behave. She’d come to my office two weeks ago, knowing what was going to happen, and she’d left, knowing it would never happen again.
The barista yelled her name again, before muttering and pushing the drink to the side and calling out to someone else. A few drinks later, we were collecting our own and strolling back to the hospital, the conversation having finally moved on from the fucking sex club to more work-related topics.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that Harper had been close, though, that the coffee was somehow a sign. It was ridiculous, I was a grown fucking man. But despite my trepidation, I looked around the courtyard for that shock of dark hair and those soul crushing eyes.
Nothing but disappointment.
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Harper
I’dreallywantedthatcoffee too, needed the caffeine like I needed oxygen… but Dr. Sterling, outside of his natural environment, talking to a man with remarkable similarities to him, threw me off. He’d been talking aboutexploring his newfound medical kinkin a damned sex club, laughing with his companion about it, looking excited to test it out some more. With someone else. A new body to stretch and push.
It made me feel a little sick, so I’d abandoned my order, fleeing back into the depths of the hospital, and bought myself a vending machine coffee instead. It was bitter and scalding, burning my fingers through the thin plastic that should have been upgraded to something eco-friendly a decade ago, but I had my dignity.
At least I thought I did. In great television fashion, Dr. Sterling, the man who haunted my dreams, stepped into the elevator I was hiding in. I sucked in a deep breath, just hoping he didn’t turn around… that he wasnormaland didn’t observe the space around him in a dingy elevator, choosing to stare at the door and zone out like the rest of us. I forced myself into the corner and tucked myself behind a group of interns, missing my floor when they all piled out and I didn’t dare move.
Dr. Sterling stayed on too, and the doors closed with an innocuous beep, leaving the two of us alone. I held my breath, grateful for the lack of mirrors, and tried to will myself out of existence. I was still overwhelmed by what had happened two weeks ago, how deep he’d pulled me down, how affected I’d been by all the depraved acts he’d thought up. And learning that, while he’d been affected too, it wasn’t byme,it was by what we’d done. What he’d done to me. I had been a pawn for him, a tool.
Shit, I’d keep riding this elevator all damned day if it meant avoiding that confrontation.
He exhaled through his nose like a bull, toying with the rim of his coffee cup, shifting on his feet a little. I thought I was getting away with it until the elevator shuddered a little and I yelped. The tension had just been so high, and I was already not a fan of small spaces, so I’d forgotten all my stealth in the moment.
He whipped his head around and his jaw fell open in surprise. I squeaked, so unprepared for this interaction I couldn’t form words. His jaw flapped like a fish on a dock, and almost like it was instinct for him, he reached out for me, before pausing and drawing his hand back in.
