Page 6 of In Love with the Devil

“You think I may have that?” Panic fills her eyes and voice as she raises her upper body.

“No. It’s a standard procedure. Your insurance covers it.” The truth is, I’ll have to pay for all of this since everything I’m doing is completely illegal.

“Oh. Okay. Thank you.”

She’s thanking me for hurting her. Hilarious. I can’t help but stare at her round, enormous, lost eyes. “You may experience some cramping, bleeding and/or soreness.”

She nods once with a fake smile.

“Okay, now let’s take a look with the ultrasound,” I say as I turn the monitor on and roll the equipment closer. A slight moan comes out of her as the probe slides deep into her. I check on the monitor for fibroids and find none. “Good news, no fibroids.”

“Great.”

After I roll the probe and device away from us, I ask her, “How are you feeling?”

“Yes.” My eye brows scrunch up at her breathy non-sensical answer.She clears her throat in an attempt to even out her voice. “Yes, I’m fine.” There’s no way she could be fine. I made sure of it.

“There’s a cream that can help numb the pain,” I lie while searching in the drawers for lubrication. It will not calm her discomfort. “Lie back down.” The words come out a little too hasty and commanding, but the way she blindly obeys me hardens my dick even more. Thank heavens for my lab coat.

With new gloves, I apply a plethora of the gel to my two fingers and slip them into her incredibly tight pussy. Under normal circumstances, Kristin would apply it before the examination, but I want to reward my new pretty little bird for having such spectacular manners and thanking me. She’s never, ever climaxed, so I’m practically saving her life.

Astoria gasps as my fingers fill her, and tightens around them with great pressure.

Jesus Christ.

She'sthatresponsive? Even with the gloves on, she feels like heaven, though way too tight for my cock. I continue until her breathing hitches and her toes curl. She swallows deep and a low whimper escapes her. Her legs open for more.

“Astoria,” I call and watch her legs snap close. With my other hand I gently pull them apart again while continuing the plunging of my fingers into her. Never would I call any other patient by her first name, but this is my little bird.

“Hmm?” It’s a high pitch moan, full of pleasure.

“Is that soothing the pain? It should be numbing by now.” I’ve put her in an awkward situation. Since the cream should do nothing to alleviate the pain, she can either ask me to finger her more in search of relief and risk climaxing or she could lie to me and continue suffering. Astoria struggles to answer, conflicted. It’s all about consistency, so I don’t dare stop or change the speed or rhythm.

Her pussy tightens more and more, so hungry, begging for me to make it come. Her juices leak onto the paper blanket underneath her. She struggles to talk, but eventually lets out a breathy yes. I pull my fingers out. Her cheeks are red and I can tell she’s almost sweating. Peeking from under her gown are her hard nipples. Her toes are the only part of her feet touching the stirrups.

“Okay Ms. Torres, that will be all for today. If you’d like, we can schedule another appointment in three months. That way, we give you enough time to establish a new diet and exercise routine.”

The poor thing is so turned on she can only moan and nod. She wants more. Did she lie to me when she said she’d never climaxed before? The possibility makes my eyebrows furrow with rage. I will not tolerate lies. She's so sensitive that only an idiot could fail to make her come. It’s too easy. Suddenly, I remember. It’s all a fantasy. She’s forbidden. Not only am I her doctor, but I’m ten years her elder.For fuck sakes, she was ten years old when I was twenty. Sick fuck.Yeah, that does nothing to calm me. In fact, I want her more.

I wait for her outside the room to guide her back to the lobby, where I sigh as I step behind Kristin’s desk and schedule her appointment for the same time of the day, hoping to the heavens above she’ll be late again.

“Thank you, Doctor.”

“Goodbye, Ms. Torres.”

“You can call me Tory.” She smiles, and when she sees no change on my face, her cheeks grow crimson.

“Have a pleasant weekend, Ms. Torres.”

As soon as she leaves, I lock every door behind her all the way back to my office. I unzip my pants as if they are on fire, take out my cock and jerk it. Closing my eyes, I lean back, thinking of how she smelled, how wet she got, and how she squirmed.

I’ve fantasized about something like this happening forever. My depraved mind pictures it every fucking night when I go to sleep. On the weekends, I reconfigure my house so I can picture it more vividly. Molly in a cell down in my basement, waiting for me to fuck her every hole while she screams no, and every single no, echoing. Now, Astoria has replaced Molly in that fantasy.

Astoria…

What a delicious name. I didn’t think I would find her, my perfect little victim.

“As–to–ria,” I whisper, drawing it out with each yank. Her name is perfect, screaming old money to me but so gentle to pronounce at first. “As” and then hard “toria.” Yes, that’s how I’ll fuck her, soft and then hard. At least when she has made me happy, otherwise I’ll have her begging to die. Fuck, I want her right now.

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