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I know better than to argue, though, so I bite my lip hard instead of speaking.

“Are you on birth control?” Savage asks in such a mild tone I could almost confuse him for a real doctor.

I guess he is a real doctor. But he’s also the man who bought me.

“Yes,” I say in a small voice. “I… It’s an IUD. I got it like… three years ago, maybe?”

I’d had to go to one of the free clinics when I’d realized Dylan was getting sloppy and forgetful with the condoms, and I had no plans of getting pregnant. I’m glad for it now, though I have a moment of panic when I realize he could very well take it out.

What if he wants to get me pregnant? They’d been doing that to Giulio’s girlfriend at Ntimacy, using her over and over as they tried to get her pregnant. I shudder at the thought. I don’t want to be a mother, least of all to this man’s children.

Savage grunts, which doesn’t tell me if he’s pleased by this or not. He takes the stethoscope to my chest and places his hand on my back. “Breathe deeply.”

I obey, drawing in a deep breath—once, twice, then again as he moves the cold metal from one place to the next.

Finally he stops, and he doesn’t say anything at all as he puts the stethoscope away. He touches my jaw and pushes against my lymph nodes, checks my breasts, and does all the usual things I expect from a general physical without saying a single word the entire time.

Because I’m not a real patient. I’m his property, and I don’t need to know what he’s doing with me.

I’m shivering and holding back sobs by the time he says, “Lie down on the bed, on your back. Spread your legs.”

I move to the bed and gingerly lie down, trying not to look at the chains or think about what they mean. As long as I behave, he won’t bind me… I hope.

Savage picks up the speculum. I clench, remembering how unpleasant it was the first time I had one of those inside me. I’m almost shocked when I see him cover the tips with lube.

He looks at me, and a frown crosses his features. “Spread wider.”

I whimper, and the tears that have been threatening to fall start to leak from my eyes. I spread my legs as wide as they can go, staring up at the ceiling so I don’t have to look at his blank or annoyed faces.

He gets into position between my legs, and without any warning at all, thrusts the speculum inside me. I gasp at the cold of the lube and the discomfort of something so hard and unforgiving going in.

It gets worse when he opens the speculum and stretches my hole wider around it.

I try not to squirm, but I can’t help it. He slaps the inside of my thigh, and I go still—or try to. It only hurts more when I move anyway, but the impersonal touch makes me feel so small.

He puts on a pair of latex gloves, my cunt throbbing from the speculum while he takes his time. Then he reaches inside me, pushing against all my inner walls like he’s trying to find something.

The touch is clinical, and humiliation threatens to overwhelm me. I’m not a real person to him. I’m just this toy for him to inspect.

Will he get rid of me if I don’t pass muster?

“Well, at least you weren’t lying about the IUD,” he remarks. He doesn’t stop massaging though, and I squeak when he pushes down somewhere that feels far too good.

“I wouldn’t lie to you,” I manage to get out, trying to ignore the strange, unwelcome pleasure.

He snorts in disbelief. “I doubt that.” His fingers keep moving, but his eyes are on my face now. I bite my lip to try to prevent myself from making any sounds, for all that it’s a futile effort. I gasp and tremble, the pleasure he’s forcing on me almost more unwelcome than the speculum.

Almost.

“What—” I start to ask, trying to figure out what he’s doing.

My g-spot, I realize. Dylan had never found it, and it had seemed to be a myth instead of something real.

Now, though…

“P-please,” I whimper, and I’m not sure if I’m begging him to stop… or to keep going.

But that’s ridiculous. I don’t want to feel good. I don’t want any of this.

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