Page 57 of Taking Her Medicine

I couldn’t take the sensations anymore. Squirming against the table, I panted, “Please, Sir! I need the bathroom.”

There was no way to have an accident—the nozzle was firmly planted—but I felt so full from the water and his fingers. Something needed to give.

Aaron mercifully withdrew his digits from my pussy, and helped me to sit up. “I’m not going to do anything to you that we haven’t agreed upon, sweetheart. Take a few breaths.”

We breathed together, like we had back in his office when I was sick, and my nerves calmed. He brought me down from the table, setting my feet on the floor. “I’ll be right back, Sir.”

“Take your time.” Aaron kissed me gently. “We have all day.”

I nodded before awkwardly shuffling away. He was so patient with me while still being stern during my exam, and it added to my overall arousal. Aaron knew just how to keep me in my place, even without restraints.

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Returning to the exam table, it was less intimidating than the first time I had seen it. Aaron helped me get back into position, my legs fixed back into the stirrups, all of my naughty bits on display for him. He held up a strange-looking metal object. “This is a proctoscope. It allows me to see inside of you, and ensure you are well lubed for what I have planned.”

I tensed, clenching around the intruding tool. “It’s uncomfortable, Sir.”

“Relax, kitten.” Aaron paused. “The more you relax, the easier it will fit.”

“It’s so big, Sir.”

“When I take you here, Zoelle, I don’t want you to feel anything but pleasure. Relax your bottom so you’re adequately stretched.”

“Sir—”

“You’ve got your colors and your safeword. I don’t hear anything.” He continued, stretching me a little at a time.

I was no longer enjoying myself, and I thought back to what he had encouraged me to do from the beginning. “Yellow.”

Aaron halted his action and removed the cold steel object. He snapped off each of his gloves, deposited them into the trash while keeping his eyes on me. Moving to the side of the exam table, he sat me up and wrapped his arms around me. “You aren’t cooperating for your exam, kitten.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“You’re forgiven.” Aaron kissed me softly.

I stayed close to his chest, nuzzling against him for a few minutes while the white noise faded. I took a few breaths and let them out. “My nerves are still overwhelming me.”

“I’ve got something that will help you relax. Do you trust me, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He laid me down again and collected objects out of my sight. Aaron returned pushing a rolling cart. When I saw what was laid out neatly on the white cloth, my already soaked pussy almost gushed. He seemed to have remembered my offhand comment about how the idea of him giving me a shot during a kinky exam would make me aroused. A syringe, different size needles, two alcohol prep pads, and a vial with clear liquid in it awaited me. My eyes darted to Aaron and he smirked as he ripped open the first pad and wiped down the vial. I watched as he assembled, then drew the liquid into the syringe. Then he switched to the other needle.

“You don’t want to poke somebody with the needle you used for the draw, because it will be dull.” Aaron flicked the side of the syringe and pushed the plunger until a drop of clear liquid came out of the top. I bit down on my lip, and he tore open the second pad. “This will help you relax and then we can continue.”

We both knew it was saline, but the thought of the sexiest doctor alive injecting me for my own good stroked all sorts of pleasure centers in my brain.

Aaron splayed his fingers out on my hip, and held the needle in his other hand like a dart.

“Why isn’t it going in my butt?”

“Are you the doctor?”

“No, but is it going to hurt?”

“It won’t hurt me at all.” He paused, waiting for me to ask the actual question clanging around in my brain.

“Will it feel like the shot in your office, Sir?”

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