Page 11 of Deeply Examined

“Don’t forget the nipples,” he tells me. “Remember what I told you about how there can be masses hiding behind them. Palpate that area. Don’t neglect it.”

I move my hand to my nipples and give them each a sharp tweak, which sets off a pleasurable twinge between my legs. A low moan slips out of my lips.

“Am I—am I doing it right?”

“Yes. Much better. Please continue.”

I smile at the approval I hear in his tone.

His hands move faster as I pinch and roll each nipple between my fingers. My nerve endings trade signals between my nipples and core. I’ve never come without direct stimulation of my clit before, but I’m so turned on by this drag of his fingers in my pussy with the teasing of my breasts that my legs begin to tremble as a climax rises in me.

Thrust, pinch, stroke, roll, rub, flick. Everything merges together, and it all feels so good that I’m panting, my chest heaving, my hips slamming against the table. The pleasure and fullness and friction make me grind against him. The orgasm rips through me. I buck wildly, one foot slipping off the stirrup in the process. It goes on for a long time, the most intense orgasm of my life.

Finally, Dr. West slows down. He removes his hand and picks up a plastic bottle with my name on it from the tray. He rubs the fingers of his glove along the inside of the bottle, leaving behind a smear of my wetness. After he’s screwed the cap back on, he holds the bottle up to the light and peers at it.

“That should be enough sample for the lab.”

The high I was riding from the orgasm comes crashing down. Of course, he was just collecting body fluid to send to pathology. For a moment I had been delusional and I had thought he liked pleasuring me, but that’s silly. A schoolgirl’s fantasy. He’s a doctor doing his job. I’m just another patient. The thought that he’s doing this with other patients makes me jealous. How many women has he finger-fucked in the name of science today?

No. No. I shouldn’t think of it that way. He’s a professional doing his job. That’s all this is between us. Nothing more. I can’t even be mad about it. It’s not like he’s ever promised me more. I pull the paper gown tight over my now-chafed breasts.

Dr. West sees that I’m struggling to sit up. He comes over and puts his hand on my shoulder to help me into an upright position.

“You did well today,” He tells me. Even though I know it’s wrong because he’s my doctor, happiness expands its wings in my chest.

Adam

God. That felt good.

Watching her fall apart on my fingers. How the tremors rolled through her as she lost herself in the pleasureIgave. It was intoxicating. Addictive.

I’d been so determined to hurt her. To remind her who held the power now. But then she’d whimpered, just a single, soft, fragile sound. The speculum had been too wide.

My resolve had faltered.

I want to make her feel.Pain, yes, but only the kind that lingers, that melts into pleasure until she doesn’t know the difference. Today, I’d read her and been slow when she needed slow. Fast when she needed fast. Jessica was so…transparent. Her desires were right there, written across her pretty face.

There formealone to read.

That realization unsettles something in me. I’ve had women before. Many. Some begged for me. Chased me. They offered themselves freely, eager to be conquered. I’ve taken them all, and I’ve enjoyed them. But none of them—none—have ever been like this.

I’ve never been this sure of someone.

Never known exactly what would shatter them.

Never wanted to break them just to see how they’d come undone.

But with Jessica?

Iknowher.

I know how she writhes and how she burns. I know the way her pleasure coils into something desperate, how her lips part when she’s on the edge, right before she falls.

I should leave her alone—but fuck—I want more.

I’m not done with her yet. Not even close.

My pretty prom princess.

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