Page 21 of Deeply Examined

A hint of a smile, like he can’t help himself.

I brace for him to penetrate me, but that’s not what happens. He’s left his bag on the end of the bed. I thought it was a mistake, that he’d forgotten it, but I was wrong. He put it there on purpose. He leans over my leg and fishes around in it for a minute. I gasp when I see what he’s pulled out.

It’s a speculum.

This one is made of clear plastic. Not cold metal like the one he used in the office. It’s smaller, with a long slim design.

“I’m going to put this in your ass and then fuck you.”

“Wh—what?” I struggle against my bound wrists, trying to sit up so I can see him better.

Dr. West isn’t paying attention to me. He has a small bottle of lube that he’s pulled out of his magic bag and is carefully coating the speculum.

“I’m not sure…” I trail off, alarmed by his plan.

Flat gray eyes meet mine. “It’s like an anal plug. Have you ever used one of those?”

“No.” Although I have heard of them.

He moves closer and separates my cheeks. His finger is still covered in lube, so it slides easily when he runs it along my behind. He localizes my rosebud and swirls his finger around it. “An anal plug goes here so you’ll feel me even more when I’m in you. It presses everything together, so it’s nice and tight. Which is good for you and good for me.”

I never thought being touched back there would feel good, but what he’s doing with his finger combines with the mental image his words paint, and my legs spread wider, giving him better access.

“Mmm,” he hums. “That’s it. That’s my girl.”

I whimper at the term of affection and at the possessive undertone in his voice.

My girl.

His.

He picks up the speculum. “Remember the safe word. You can say it anytime,” he reminds me, using his free hand to hold me wide.

Slowly, he inches the speculum into my behind. I clench instinctively, then tell myself to relax. To breathe. Try something new. Surrender to this experience. I want him. Dr. West. I want to show him how far I can go.

He murmurs encouragingly as he advances the speculum, going deeper and deeper. He doesn’t put it all the way in, just an inch or so, but it fills me up completely. I have to concentrate not to bear down and push it out. A few clicks and it widens until it stays in place without him holding it. He adjusts it some more, giving it one last click.

Once he’s satisfied, he notches his dick at my entrance. He slips into me with agonizing slowness. His eyes never leave my face. His legs are spread wide as he kneels below me to accommodate the portion of the speculum that still sticks out. This wide-legged stance allows him to piston his hips back and forth with exaggerated movements as he begins to fuck me slowly. Each stroke of his cock combines with the fullness in my behind to create a warm, buzzing sensation over my entire pelvis. Everything down there feels alive, like it’s tingling and tightening with pleasure.

He picks up the pace, watching me carefully. “Do you want to use the safe word?”

I shake my head no, all my concentration on the fire that’s building in between my legs. I don’t want him to stop. This feels too good, better than anything I’ve felt before.

He must have been waiting to see how I would respond because when I tell him no, he unleashes his own pleasure. He moves faster and faster, closing his eyes and tilting his head to the ceiling. A low, guttural groan leaves his throat, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. “Fuck,” he grits out. “You’re so tight. It’s incredible.”

His hands land on my knees, which he pushes out, spreading me so wide that the rope bites into the tender flesh of my ankles. I barely notice the pain, though. I’m too busy focusing on the licks of heat from everywhere that our bodies connect. An orgasm winds tighter in my core with each touch, each thrust.

Another of those low groans from him. I slit my eyes open to see how his face is flushed and the muscles of his neck strain.

He’s close and so am I.

He’s pounding into me now as we get closer to release. My arms and legs stretch against my binding. I want to move my hips to his rhythm but can’t. All I can do is lay there and react to the way his body teases mine. A pulsating sensation grows in me as I tense around him. Like my heartbeat has moved down into my core. With one last thrust, he buries himself in me and we cry out in unison, climaxing together.

Waves of pleasure wash over me, on and on as the orgasm undulates through my body.

“Fuck,” he rasps out. “You feel so fucking good. I can feel you coming.” He squeezes my knee and continues to move even as he softens. “Keep going,” he encourages me. “Keep coming.”

I do.

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