Page 37 of Stirred Up

Instead I sit up and watch as he walks to the end of the table and pulls out the stirrups.

Yes, please.

“Scoot down. I want that assright here.” He slams a hand forcefully at the end of the table.

Braced on my hands, I wiggle forward, following his directions, watching him roll over the tray of clean tools. Determination tight on his features, he sits calmly on his stool, sinister eyes tracking my movements.

Tools?

“Wait? What are you—”

“Lift your foot, Addison.”

What?My body goes rigid, foot locked down on the table, forcing him to pry it up and place it in the stirrup. I fall back and allow him easier access to my other one. So far I’ve enjoyed his new exam technique, why should I worry now?

With both legs where he wants them, I can only see his face when he lifts his hands and removes first one glove then the other.

“How many partners have you had?” he asks in a stern doctor voice.

“Excuse me?” I sit up on my elbows, narrowed eyes cast on him.

“It’s a simple question.” He raises up, challenging me with his firm scrutiny. “How many cocks have you allowed in this gorgeous pussy of yours?”

I should be furious. Doctor or lover, it’s none of his damn business, but the way he’s staring at me, trailing his tongue over his lips when he glances back at my dripping center, I’m compelled to answer.

“Two, only two,” I confess.

He places his hands on my thighs and murmurs. “Undeserving bastards.No oneis allowed near here again.”

I say nothing, stunned at his severe tone.

“Answer me. Tell me you understand.”

I nod in agreement, then speak. “Yes, I understand.”

This is only a game,I remind myself,some roleplaying fun, so I go with it. Not that there’s anyone else I’m looking to entertain down there anyway.

Satisfaction carves out over his features. “Good. Now shall we continue with the exam?”

“Please, doctor.”

His hands slip under my ass, his eyes gleaming in approval. “So perfect…every part of you.” Caressing his fingers over my wriggling ass, he trails them under my legs then leans forward and traces his tongue down my inner thigh until his nose brushes my sex, then stops and moves back.

My body trembling in need, I watch as he removes the speculum from the tray and looks to me.

“No need for lubrication this time. You’re soaking wet.”

“I know,” I reply brazenly.

His lip quirks up but it’s gone instantly as he settles back on his stool and the cool metal pokes at my sex.

Anticipation rushes over me in fiery waves. I wait for him to slide it in but it never comes. Instead he strokes it up and down against my searing, drenched flesh, teasing me, taunting me. A moan spills out, louder than appropriate and his hands abruptly still.

“If a single nurse hears your moans…” The speculum presses down against my aching clit. I arch my back off the bed, grinding my hips upward, searching for friction against the smooth metal. “Then I’ll fuck you with this instead of my mouth.”

It presses harder, then in a wicked move he slides it down and slips it inside me, stretching me as his head dips and tongue flicks my pulsating bud once, then twice, in another tease.

“Which do you prefer?” His tongue strokes me again and mixed with the pressure of being stretched, I babble, lost in want.

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