Page 137 of Entangled

His wet, gloved hand brushes against my nipple.Accidentally, I’m sure.

“It’s medically necessary, Miss Anderson. It brings me no pleasure.” I almost choke at that, and he adds, “You do want me to make you feel better, don’t you? A poor, sick girl like you needs someone to help her.”

I bite my lip against a whimper as my pussythrobs. I need to end this. I can’t take any more. Maybe Iamsick. My body is trembling, aching, full of unwholesome need. I’ve become used to Jaykob’s quick, brutal pleasure.

This? This istorture.

But the way my doctor is looking at me, his abdominals clenched, his erection thick and straining against his pants, the high color in his cheeks, tells me he’s getting off on this as much as I am.

So I let out a tremulous breath.

“Please help me, Doctor Bennett,” I beg huskily, letting him see my need. As if it weren’t absolutely transparent already. “I’m suddenly feeling... very unwell.”

That warm, indulgent smile returns, and he brushes over my wet lips again as he meets my eyes. “Such a good little patient, letting her doctor take care of all her needs.”

I’m not proud of the unwilling, deprived sound I make at his words, but they act like a tongue around my clit. Is it possible to come from words alone?

“I need to perform a breast exam, Miss Anderson. Please hold still.”

His hand trails from my mouth, down my collarbone, to my breasts. He takes one in his hand, testing the weight, plucking the nipple until I arch, a small cry escaping me. Watching my reactions, he does the same to the other.

“Nipples are responsive. Intense reactions to breast stimulation. May require further examination,” he addresses the recording device. He grips one breast harder in his hand, massaging it, until a pained breath escapes. It’s mixed with a moan. “Evidence of some bruising and bite marks. It appears the patient enjoys rough handling. Possibly incurable.”

The chair moves beneath my feet as I squirm, and Doctor Bennett slaps my breast.

“I’m disappointed, Miss Anderson. I thought you were going to behave.”

Behave? I’m onfire. I try to still my shaking legs, and my toes press into the wooden arms.

“I’m sorry, doctor,” I choke out. “I seem to be having... some difficulty.”

My doctor pauses, then gives me a sympathetic smile, though his jaw is tight with restraint of his own.

“Yes, you do seem overcome.” His hand flattens against my stomach, and the heat of him is scalding. I stare at it, fixated on it, desperate for it to move down to where I need it. “Tell me, Miss Anderson, when was your last sexual encounter?”

“Wh-what?” His finger taps impatiently on my stomach, then swirls around on the skin like a promise, and I almost sob. “Yesterday. It was yesterday.”

Heat glints in his eyes. “Interesting. I wouldn’t expect a patient who was so recently active to be such a desperate, squirming, needy little slut.”

Oh, my... God.

My whole bodyshudders. I feel a coil of bright burning tension take up deep and low in my abdomen, and I pant out another whimper. That word on that kindly, patient face iswrong.

I want him to say it again.

As he takes in my reaction, a small smile blooms on his lips, and he shakes his head.

“Note that Miss Anderson seems to respond to all manner of disgusting stimuli,” he tells the recorder, sounding amused, and I don’t even have it in me to glare.

I arch up into his hand on my stomach, and he shoves me back down carelessly. Then Doctor Bennett gets off the bed and walks around until he’s beside my legs. He touches my knee beside him, encouraging it to fall open further.

I let it, and I feel my pussy part. It’s unbearably hot. Soaking wet. And as I peel open, my moisture drips onto the floor, and I gasp, embarrassed.

“Ah, now, we can’t have that,” he says, watching it disapprovingly. Reaching into the bag, he pulls out a large specimen jar, and places it at my entrance. “Such a waste. I have to take a sample—for testing, you understand.”

With the heel of his palm, he presses down just above my pubic bone, into my abdomen, and I yelp, stunned at the sudden, violent, pleasurable pressure that lights up my whole core with heat. It ignites an urge to come, almost inseparable from the need to pee, and I let out a strangled, high-pitched sound as the pressure makes moisture gush out of me.

Then Beau removes his hand, takes two fingers, and slowly drags them through my pussy, on either side of my clit, and more slickness dribbles down.

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