Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 62056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
"And when I start squeezing them harder like this..."
Oh God.
"It helps me detect any irregular masses."
My tits are aching like they've never ached before. Can this squeezing please go on forever?
"And as for these..."
He suddenly captures both of my pouting nipples between his fingers, and I give up trying to be silent.
"Doctor!"
I moan the word out loud, but this only makes him pinch my nipples again and again and again. "Oh God, Doctor, please!"
"Have you ever tried pinching them on your own?"
I start to shake my head when I remember he can't see me, and so I end up choking out 'no', since it's impossible to speak clearly with Dr. Somebody now furiously rubbing my nipples between his fingers.
"That's too bad," he murmurs. "This is actually another clinically proven way to self-medicate when you're feeling the usual discomfort."
A whimper is the only response I can give him, with the way he's now plucking my nipples like they're the sweetest fruits to plunder.
"I still have one last test to perform."
There's more?
Seriously?
But...what else is there left to do?
I feel like he's already done every—-oooooooooh.
I nearly lose my grip on the hem of my hospital gown the moment his lips close over my nipple.
Oh God.
I actually forgot he could do something like this, and aaaaaaaaah.
He's started suckling on my nipple, and it feels so unbelievably good.
Yes, oh God, yes.
I have no idea what this test is meant to find out, but I really don't care if he isn't able to come up with a proper alibi for it.
All I want is for him to keep sucking and sucking and sucking—-
Nooooo!
Why has the suckling suddenly stopped?
"D-Doctor?"
"I'm afraid there's bad news."
Bad news?
"Your vulva has suddenly started leaking."
Oh my God.
His hands are suddenly covering mine, and he guides my hands down until my hospital gown is bunched around my waist, and my dazed gaze ends up clashing with his.
Oh.
I'm briefly disappointed to see that he's remembered to put his mask back, but I forget all about this when I hear his next words.
"I'll need you to lie back...so I can see what's wrong."
My heart threatens to jump out of my chest at what he's asking of me.
"I tend to be rather thorough when examining a patient's vulva, and there's a strong possibility that you might experience some soreness between your legs afterwards."
I know he's basically telling me that this is my last chance to back out, but...
Why would I do that when I love everything he's doing to me?
"Would you like to have us continue on another day?"
I look into his eyes and slowly shake my head.
"You're sure?"
"Yes, Doctor."
A moment passes, and then I just all of a sudden know that his lips are curving into the sexiest smile behind his mask.
"Good girl."
It's my first time to hear him purr in person, and desire licks me all over at the sound.
"Now..."
His tone is so, so much thicker now, and I can't get enough of it.
"I'll need you to lie back down..."
The butterflies inside my stomach make their presence felt as I do as he asks.
Dr. Somebody briefly walks away before returning with a wheeled pair of gynecology stirrups.
Clicking and snapping sounds follow as he attaches them to the consultation bed before locking its wheels into place.
"Legs up..."
I feel a little dizzy as he props my legs up on the cushioned stirrups. They feel comfortable under my skin, but what's not comfortable at all is how my new position has my legs wide open before him.
"I'll need to cut these open..."
What?
My eyes widen when I find him suddenly holding up a pair of scissors to my gaze.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
I don't know whether to feel silly or appropriately terrified as the shiny blades of his scissors disappear in the next moment.
"It's alright," Dr. Somebody murmurs.
My heart starts to hammer as his big, strong hand presses down against my belly.
"You have nothing to be afraid of."
Something cold and smooth touches my skin.
Scissors.
And then I stop breathing as he starts cutting my panties.
Snip. Snip. Snip.
"There."
I only start breathing again when he steps back, and I find myself still in one piece.
"Did I scare you?" he asks lazily.
"Yes," I whisper.
"You don't seem to be lying..."
"I'm not—-"
"But it seems as if fear isn't the only thing I've made you feel."
His fingers are suddenly stroking my folds, and a moan slips past my lips.
"You're leaking again, Temptation."
"I...I..."
"Does this mean you're experiencing the same discomfort again?"
"Yes," I whimper out.
"I'm sorry to hear that."
I don't think even someone as innocent as Temptation is going to buy that, not with that wicked glitter in his eyes.
"I think there's something I can do to ease your discomfort," Dr. Somebody suggests, "but I'll need to probe further. May I?"
"Y-Yes."
The word is barely out of my mouth when I feel him slowly pushing one finger inside of my pussy, and...ooooooooooh.