Page 56 of Taking Her Medicine

Nerves flared through my body. The exam table was the first object I confronted. But it was no normal examination table. It had additional features the traditional ones didn’t have, like stirrups and moveable pieces for the limbs. The sight of it caused panic to jolt through my veins. I immediately headed back to the steps, but Aaron caught my hand. I hadn’t heard him approach, probably because the sound of my heart beating wildly in my chest edged out all other sounds.

“What’s wrong, kitten?”

“The arm things are freaking me out.”

“We can remove them.”

“I don’t want to be restrained anymore.”

“Are you changing a hard limit, Zoelle?”

“Yes.”

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

“I want to go back upstairs.”

“You don’t want to be late to your appointment.” Aaron lifted me down from the step and turned me around. “Patients who are late to their exam get punished.”

My breath caught in my throat. Something about his tone, the deliberate word choices, and his handling of me eased my fears, increasing my arousal. His gorgeous blond hair was tucked under a navy blue scrub cap that allowed a full view of his handsome face without his hair getting in the way. Glancing down, I saw he had also changed into navy scrubs, and my jaw dropped. Aaron knew how turned on his uniform made me.

“I don’t want to be punished,” I squeaked out.

“I thought not.” He led me further into the room and quickly removed the strange arm holders that frightened me. “Hop up on the table, kitten.”

Aaron snapped on a pair of purple latex gloves, and my mouth watered. I obeyed and kept my eyes on him. He undid the tie on my robe, sliding it down off my shoulders and removing it completely. He murmured approvingly and ran a finger over my hairless pussy. “Such a sweet little kitten. I can’t wait to make you purr.” Fixing my legs in the stirrups, he ran his hands down each one before removing my slippers. “Have you ever had an enema?”

“Nah-no, Sir.”

“We’re going to go slow. Once all the water is inside of you, there’s a nifty inflatable nozzle to keep it there for a little bit.”

“Oh, my god!” I put my hands up and over my mouth.

“Hands down, Zoelle.” He slapped his latex-covered palm against my thigh, the blow stinging.

I dropped them immediately. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Relax.”

An icy gel spread around my tight pucker, and Aaron advanced a tube of some sort, allowing me to get accustomed to the feeling. It didn’t go in very deep, but it was wider than a finger. A gush of water filled me, but it was unexpectedly soothing. I did my best to stay still as the bag emptied into me; however, the combination of the steady stream inside my most private hole along with Aaron intently watching me made it nearly impossible. I thrust my hips upward.

“Stay still, kitten.”

I planted myself back against the table and willed myself in place. Aaron inserted two of his fingers into my pussy. His fingers moved in and out in a deliberate rhythm, hitting each of my pleasure spots. I whimpered as he continued, doing my best not to move. I had fantasized about Dr. Sexy Scrubs strapping me down, splaying my legs wide open for his inspection, and snaking a long tube inside my asshole for his pleasure as well as mine, but the actual experience topped all of my expectations. I clenched around his fingers as well as the nozzle, fighting the urge to release the water. “Sir,” I whined.

“What color are you at, Zoelle?”

“I’m at green, Sir, but I really need to use the bathroom.”

“You can hold it a little longer.”

“Not with you doingthat,” I countered.

“Are you questioning my authority, kitten?”

“Never.”

“Then stay still.” Aaron added another finger into my core, stretching me. The additional digit put pressure on the thin wall of my vagina, pushing against the nozzle, stroking places that had never been pleasured before.

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