Page 5 of In Love with the Devil

Molly…

“You never said yes to your last boyfriend?”

“Um.”

I’m soaking up her discomfort and extending it by waiting for an answer instead of acknowledging the obvious. She never wanted to have sex. If it would’ve been up to her, she’d still be a virgin for me. How cute and generous of her. Maybe I should get the boyfriends’ names. No. No, I shouldn’t, because I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from yanking out their lungs.

“I never said yes to either of them.”

I ask her all the usual questions about her age, menstrual cycle, quickly gathering that although she is a fully grown woman, she has no idea how her body works.

“What sort of work do you do?”

“Accounting.”

Well, that explains it. She probably had very little biology education. She’s never orgasmed, is practically a virgin, and has little knowledge about sex and her body. Since she's never climaxed, she finds masturbating to be a waste of time. Anunshakable sense of shock invades my every thought because I can’t believe how perfect she is for me.

“Do you have any particular concerns besides birth control?”

“Yes, actually. I suffer extremely painful menstrual cramps. I can’t go anywhere on the first day because I’m in risk of fainting, vomiting–everything.”

“Extreme cramps can result from endometriosis, uterine fibroids, among other causes. I would advise to change your diet so you’re consuming more omega-3 fatty acids, and perhaps more exercising. Have you ever been given these recommendations for your condition?"

“No."

"Oh, okay."

"But… What's endometriosis?”

"It's when the tissue inside the uterus starts growing on the outside. An ultrasound isn't always guaranteed to detect it so if the diet and exercise change doesn’t work, we're going to have to schedule you for minor surgery. But we can discuss that possibility on your next visit. Fibroids can be detected with the ultrasound so I can do that today after the Pap Smear.”

I let out a quick, heavy breath while reminding myself to collect enough tissue to check for every disease possible. If I could check for ovarian tumors or any problem with her ovaries right now, Iwould. I've only known her a few minutes and already I want to make sure I will not lose her too.

MINE.

“Now, lie back and try to relax.”

Just the sound of her letting out a long, tremblingbreath makes my cock stiffen. Her naked feet on the stirrups…

“Scoot a little closer,” I remind her.

Her paper gown makes that sound again. This has never happened before. I look at hundreds of vaginas every week and think nothing of it. It’s different with her. Even before I gently push her legs apart with my flat gloved palms on her inner thighs, it’s different. In that instant, I can’t control myself. Her glistening pussy screams for me to please, devour, and hurt it under the heat of the lamp. I lower my face between her legs, closing my eyes, drawing my face close enough for her to feel my breath, taking in the addicting smell of her. Perfectly sweet, like that wintry night with Molly…

I wish I could have her now. “This might sting a little.” I try to hide the joy in my tone at the thought of hurting her, then push the speculum in, pretending I didn’t mean for it to hurt and say, “Try to relax.”

She fails at resisting to moan. "Take a deep breath." Some women describe it as being punched in the stomach. Honestly speaking, the system makes it too easy, almost boring. Here I am, jamming this cold metal tool from hell inside her and theresponsibility is onher.Sheis the one not relaxing enough. Picturing baby vomit helps me resist laughing. I still need to remain professional, after all.

I scrape, push and pinch at her cervix. It’s obvious when it becomes too painful for her because she grabs onto the bed, her knuckles turning white. Her panicked, heavy breathing replaces the silence in the room. Her body is rigid and trembling. She is true perfection. I need to hear her cry like I need my next breath of oxygen.

“Just a little more.” It’s what I said to Molly as she begged me to stop. The memory, and watching and hearing Astoria now has my cock throbbing.

I take in her attempt at a brave front, but with the next scrape, she squirms and whimpers. Not the sound I wanted, but still a delightful treat after decades of nothing. Since I can’t reveal my true intentions, I have no choice but to stop. She’s very sensitive, making her even more perfect for me. It’s enough to show me she’s never given birth.

My darling… suffering, terrified and panting,for me.

“Okay, that’s it. Everything seems fine. I collected tissue to check for dysplasia or cervical cancer–” I say as I stand up, pulling out the speculum, taking notice of how both of her legs tremble.

Sweet Jesus.

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