Page 58 of Deeply Examined

Pain overwhelms my arousal, but then he’s back, stroking between my legs. West pushes two fingers into me, followed by three. He pumps them slowly, his eyes glued to my face. There’s a war in my body. Pain and pleasure fight each other. Each demands my attention until they all blur into one. Slowly, I relax and let the sensations overwhelm me. The bite on my nipples, the friction between my legs where he rubs faster now. I moan loudly, dropping my legs farther to the sides and arching my back.

West reaches up and gives a gentle tug on the chain connected to the nipple clamps. It stretches out my nipples, making them sing with an erotic buzzing intensity. I feel it then, the heightened desire. How everything sharpens until all the world is forgotten. I’m not me anymore. I’m a wave, a vibration, a shuddering pulse of tension that begs to be released.

“See? It’s good, isn’t it?” West murmurs. The quickened pace of his breathing matches mine.

I glance down and notice a sizable bulge in his pants, between his legs. He sees where I’m looking. I whimper when his hands leave my body. He steps back and slowly, with no change in his expression, unbuttons and unzips his pants. Once they’re undone, West pushes his pants and underwear down his thighs to reveal his thick, erect cock. He wraps his hand around the base and strokes up to the tip where a tiny drop of fluid beads.

“Is this what you’ve been wanting? Will this make you feel better?”

All of my longing for him over the past weeks comes crashing back. I want him, any part I can get. I nod silently.

“Louder,” he demands, his steely gaze flat and his mouth in a straight line.

“Ye—yes, please,” I stutter, intimidated by him. “That—you—that’s what I need.”

“I like it when you tell me what you want.” He rewards me with a rare smile, and my insides melt.

He looks me over, naked and restrained before him. An appreciative lingering gaze that feels like he’s touching me, even though he’s not. He steps closer, kicking off his clothing as he goes. He stops between my legs, which are still up in the stirrups.

A lazy smile this time. “Someday, I’m going to fill up all your holes. You’ll be dripping with my cum by the time I’m done with you.”

My nipples pinch, from the clamps, but even more from his words.

His hands land on my thighs as he continues. “Today we’ll start slow,” he says in a tone like he’s talking about the weather. “Today, I’m going to fuck you until you scream so loud you can’t talk tomorrow.”

Warm hands caress my inner legs as they slide higher until they reach the apex. A thumb brushes over my aching clit. I moan and widen my legs, inviting him in. The tourniquets bite into my wrists as I strain toward him.

“Please,” I plead. “I want you inside of me.”

He circles my clit harder now and whispers huskily, “I like it when you beg. Tell me more.” A condom appears in his hand like he’s a magician and has pulled it out of thin air. He puts it on quickly, then returns to stimulating me.

“Yes, doctor. Please give it to me.” I rock my hips against his hand, needing more.

“Since you asked so nicely.” West keeps rubbing my clit while he uses his free hand to position himself at my entrance. He takes his tip and runs it up and down my center. Up and down. Up and down.

I’m panting now, awash with need. “Please.”

“Such a good girl, begging to be filled up.” He pushes his tip into me, and I come off the table, arching my back.

“Yes,” I pant. “More.”

He pulls out, and I whimper.

“Remember, Ms. Jones, this is my exam room. I’m the one in charge here,” West scolds. He slams into me with a single forceful movement.

I cry out with pleasure. He pushes all the way in, which is easy since I’m so wet. He places his hands on my hips and pushes me back before pulling me toward him with a quick thrust. My back scrapes against the exam table. My wrists are suspended taut above my head. I want to reach out and touch him, but I can’t in this position. He picks up the pace, hands on my hips as he drives into my body over and over again. His eyes glaze, and his breathing increases, short bursts of air. He’s enjoying this.

“Such a dirty girl. You like getting fucked. Don’t you?”

I gasp, breathing erratically. “Oh yes. Please do it to me.”

Without stopping the movement of his hips, Dr. West leans forward and pulls on the nipple clamp chain. Not gently this time. It’s a sharp prolonged tug, but it doesn’t hurt now, just feels good, like he’s electrocuting me there, firing up every nerve. That sensation combines with the feeling of his cock moving inside me. It’s overwhelming, having him stimulate my breasts and my pussy all at once.

My orgasm grows, building from deep in my core and slowly bubbling up to the surface with each of his controlled strokes. When he pulls on my nipples even harder and pushes in as far as he can go, I climax, screaming for him as I come. The sound bounces off the ceiling and echoes around the room.

I open my eyes to see his neck muscles strain. West throws his head back and closes his eyes as he lets go. As soon as his shuddering stops, he pulls out, leaving behind a void.

I get a view of his sculpted ass when he walks over to the sink, where he wets a pile of paper towels. He uses them to wash himself off and then tugs his pants back on. Once that’s done, he comes to me. The towels are warm as he gently wipes the sticky residue of my arousal from between my legs. I’m still twitching from the aftershocks of my orgasm. He releases my wrists and rubs them gently. They hurt with pins and needles as the blood flow returns. When he takes the clamps off my nipples, I cry out in pain. The rush of the cold air over my abused flesh cuts like a knife.

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