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She watched as he used his left thumb to pull the hood back to reveal her little button completely, then looked away as the thumb and forefinger gently gripped the throbbing nub.

“Look at me as I pinch your clit,” he said.

She looked at him, then away, then at him, then away.

Finally, she managed to meet his gaze for a full second, and during that second he did exactly what he’d promised.

There was no yelp this time, she just screamed right away. He maintained the pinch, even twisting a little, until a second scream tore from her lungs.

When he released her clit at last, she slumped to the table for a moment, trying to adjust to the unbelievable, intense ache the pinch had left behind. The intensity of it all nearly brought her back from the edge of orgasm, but as the pain began to recede, her arousal returned more fiercely.

Dr. Harris didn’t make her wait this time.

“It’s time for you to come, Kirsten, and you’re going to come hard.”

Without further discussion, he began rubbing her clit rough and fast. The assault on her already sore nub caused her entire body to tense up, and Kirsten began to writhe on the table, pressing her clit harder against his fingers, which were moving so fast they were almost vibrating.

It was more intense than anything she’d ever experienced, and she felt her body approaching a shattering orgasm.

As she tumbled over the edge, his left hand moved to her breasts, pinching first one nipple and then the other. She was past the point of no return, and she could barely process his next words.

“You’ll scream as you come for me, Kirsten.”

Pulling his hand back, he thrust two fingers, then three, into her sopping wet channel while using his thumb to continue rubbing her clit. But just as her orgasm was milliseconds away from washing over her, he pulled his thumb away.

He leaned in close, and at the exact moment she came she felt his teeth bite down on her clit. It wasn’t a hard bite, but it wasn’t gentle either.

A scream tore from her throat as she rode the very edge between pleasure and pain. She screamed once, then again, then continuously as her whole body shuddered from the brutal climax. His teeth on her clit extended the peak far beyond anything she’d felt before. It seemed to go on forever, but at last she crashed back to the table, limp and exhausted.

Sliding his fingers from her still spasming pussy, he leaned forward, leaving her in terror that he would once again bite her clit.

Instead, he kissed it gently. Almost reverently.

“Good girl,” he said, then stood up.

CHAPTER 5

Dr. Harris stood there for a long moment pondering what had just taken place. The kiss had not been in his plans. It had felt good, and based on the way Kirsten almost seemed to melt when she felt his lips, she had appreciated it as well. But in his many years here at the CTF, he had never kissed a patient. Not even on the lips, let alone on their pulsing, just bitten clit.

There was just something about Kirsten. Something special.

She was innocent and shy, yet she responded to his touch in a way that spoke of a sexual creature just waiting to flourish under the care of the right man. Stepping back for a second, he walked over to the sink, removed his latex gloves, and threw them away, then washed his hands and surreptitiously splashed cold water on his face in an attempt to regain full control of himself.

When he felt ready, he returned to his patient’s side with a small bowl of cool water, a sponge, and a washcloth. Placing the items on the rolling cart nearby, he circled the table and gently, methodically unfastened each of her restraints. Then he used the sponge and the washcloth to bathe Kirsten gently, starting at herflushed face and moving down over her bare breasts and still hard nipples, past her beautiful tummy, over her recently shaved mound, and finally ending with her still-swollen pussy and her cute, perfect little bottom hole. After finishing up with her intimate areas, he scrubbed the evidence of her arousal from her toned thighs and then in a somewhat more perfunctory manner washed her knees and calves as well.

Setting aside the bowl, sponge, and washcloth, he picked up a large, fluffy hand towel and began to pat her bare body dry, paying more attention than was truly required to her breasts and what lay between her still wide-spread legs.

“How do you feel, Kirsten?” he asked when she was fully dry.

She lay there for a moment, seeming unsure of how to answer the question. Her reluctance didn’t seem to have to do with shyness this time, but simply a lack of certainty about what to say.

“I’m still pretty embarrassed about… what just happened. But it did feel good, doctor.”

“When was the last time you orgasmed, young lady?” he asked.

Her blush, which had subsided into a blissful light pink during the bath, deepened a little. “It’s been a while. You know, I’m busy with work. And guys don’t always… well, they don’t always know what they’re doing like…” She cut herself off.

He was pretty sure she’d been about to say “like you” at the end there.

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