Examined

Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

K irsten sat on the edge of the table, seemingly still a little shaken as she finished the attentiveness test for the third time and then handed the tablet back to Dr. Harris.

“Very good. Your score was twenty-two percent higher than after your previous orgasm. You seem to focus very well when your needs are properly addressed.”

Kirsten nodded, a slight grin on her face.

She’s proud of herself .

Dr. Harris found that deeply endearing.

“Do you know why I didn’t remove my fingers right away after your orgasm?”

“No, doctor.” Kirsten paused for a second, seeming to work up the courage to say more. “That was the part that hurt the most,” she continued in an accusatory, almost pouty tone.

Delicious .

She was unbelievably sexy when she pouted. Especially, as in this case, when the correction about which she was pouting had been so richly deserved.

“You’re here primarily to address your procrastination issues, Kirsten. But there were other issues listed on your referral as well, weren’t there?”

“Yes, doctor. But what does that have to do with what just happened?”

“It has everything to do with it, Kirsten. If you were here only as a result of your procrastination with your tax forms, your bottom hole would be quite a bit less sore now. But naughty patients who lie to judges end up with a very, very sore bottom hole during their treatment.” He delivered this statement in a very ordinary way, as if he had just prescribed her an antibiotic or sent her for some routine testing.

Her reaction was instant. Kirsten blushed visibly, the red tinge now extending all the way down her chest. She looked down at the ground, then back up at him as if to judge whether he was serious, and upon seeing that he was, immediately cast her eyes down toward the ground again. He took a moment to let her dwell on the scolding, and as she did so, he looked down over her flushed chest, across her once again stiff nipples, and over the rest of her bare, beautiful body.

His erection returned with a vengeance, and his pause, which had originally been for her benefit, quickly became for his as he struggled mightily to avoid getting himself fired by fucking her right then and there. He could just turn her around, bend her over, and slam his cock into her…

Fuck .

He actually had to turn away, walk over to the sink, and feign washing his hands, surreptitiously splashing water on his face while doing so once again. Drying himself with a paper towel, his clinical mind noted that his erection had not subsided in the slightest. With a stealthy glance toward Kirsten to make sure she was still immersed in her own thoughts; he splashed his face with water once more and considered his next move.

His cock remained as defiant as ever. If anything, it seemed to mock his attempts to contain it while one of the most beautiful girls he had ever set eyes on sat naked on his exam table.

No, he was apparently just going to be conducting the rest of this session with a raging hard-on. With the acceptance of that fact came a sense of peace, and he returned to the table to stand in front of his adorable patient once again.

“There is one more set of tests I need to run. For these, I will need you on your back again,” he informed her.

“Yes, doctor,” Kirsten replied, lying down on her back as instructed.

It was time to see how her score held up when her arousal was worked to a fever pitch.

“Kirsten, we now have a baseline measure for your attentiveness, a measure after your first orgasm, and a measure after a second orgasm. To get a fully accurate picture of your needs, it is necessary for us to go in the other direction and get a pre-orgasmic measurement.”

“A pre-orgasmic measurement?”

“Yes. In a few minutes, you’ll take the test again here on the exam table, but only once I have you on the edge of orgasm and I’ve held you there long enough to ensure accurate results.”

Kirsten said nothing, she just drew in her breath sharply.

Dr. Harris normally began this part of the procedure by teasing a patient’s already highly stimulated pussy. It was faster that way, and while he enjoyed his work, by this point in the exam he had usually had his fill of teasing.

Usually. Today was very different.

Something about Kirsten made him want desperately to show her just how close he could bring her to the edge. The fact that he’d be struggling to keep his cock in his pants the whole time wasn’t something she needed to know…

Moving to the head of the table, he ran his fingertips gently over Kirsten’s cheek, down her neck, and then between her breasts almost to the top of her belly button.

Her whole body seemed to shiver a bit. He had been doing this long enough to know when a patient’s pussy clenched even without his finger inside her at the time, but there was something more than arousal to Kirsten’s response. There was peacefulness his caress seemed to create.

He liked that very much.

After letting his fingers wander back along the path they’d just taken, he lifted his hand away briefly, then rested the tip of his thumb very softly against her quivering, pouting bottom lip.

She drew in a quick breath.

Then she almost made him come in his pants.

Straining her neck, she eagerly took his fingertip, then his whole finger, into her mouth, suckling and nibbling, then suddenly biting down so hard he had to keep himself from yelping.

It was raw, possessive, as if Kirsten was enjoying his touch as much as he was enjoying touching her and she wanted to lay claim to at least this small part of his body for herself in return.

In that moment, he knew he was in love.

Dr. Harris had never kissed a patient before, but now he was struggling mightily to resist.

That struggle ended a moment later in abject defeat.

Leaning over, he brushed his lips against hers, building her anticipation for the ravaging of her mouth they both clearly knew was coming. Then, casting aside any attempt at maintaining anything resembling a professional demeanor, he climbed up on the table, his body astride hers.

Letting his teeth graze her earlobe, he whispered, “Do you want me to kiss you, Kirsten?”

There was no blushing, reluctant admission of the truth this time. She replied instantly, breathily, “Yes, doctor!”

“If I kiss you, I’m not going to be gentle.”

“I don’t want you to be gentle.”

Yes, he was definitely in love.

He pinned her wrists to the table with one hand. Then, sliding his other hand under the back of her head, he gripped Kirsten’s hair firmly, lowered his lips to hers, and claimed her mouth.

There was no teasing this time. He simply took everything he wanted, thrilled at the sound of her moaning softly around his lips as he let her feel his complete control.

He pulled away just long enough for her to catch her breath, then returned his mouth to hers, driving his tongue inside, invading even more deeply than before.

“Put your tongue in my mouth,” he growled without even fully breaking the kiss.

When she obeyed, he bit down, gently at first.

Kirsten tried to pull away, but his hand held her in place, and he clamped his teeth down harder on her tongue. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough for her to know that her tongue belonged to him now, along with her lips, her mouth, and all the rest of her.

She lay there gasping and panting long after he finally broke the kiss.

Dr. Harris, meanwhile, was busy asking himself exactly what the actual fuck he thought he was doing. The point of this portion of the evaluation was to bring the patient to the edge of orgasm.

Not to make her come so hard she almost passed out right there on the exam table.

And definitely not to kiss her.

That final test while the subject was on the edge of climax was pointless anyway, to be fair. Its sole purpose was to demonstrate to the patient in a very unsubtle way just how much unmet sexual need can impact ability to focus.

That didn’t mean he should be just blowing it off, though. Especially not so he could skip right to burying his cock deep in his patient’s forbidden-unless-he-wanted-to-get fired pussy.

But as his eyes roamed over her Kirsten’s naked body, he made a decision. He was going to fuck her harder than she’d ever been fucked, and he wasn’t even going to pretend to be sorry.

He was definitely getting fired.

Kirsten had never been kissed like that in her life.

She had never even been kissed sort of like that.

Her body was on fire, every nerve tingling, but as he loomed over her again, the look in his eyes told her that a kiss wasn’t going to be nearly enough to satisfy whatever beast had awoken.

He didn’t even bother stripping completely before climbing up on the table. He just shucked off his lab coat and freed his visibly throbbing cock from his pants. Before she knew it, he’d rolled her over and lifted her hips so her pussy was perfectly positioned for a hard fucking.

There was no teasing. He simply slammed into her until his cock bottomed out in her pussy.

She cried out, but her cry became a moan when he thrust again.

The moans grew louder, interspersed with gasps of pain at the deep penetration as he ravaged her.

Throwing off his shirt and kicking off his shoes and pants while still buried inside her, he started to fuck her in earnest, putting what must have been every ounce of his strength into each brutal thrust.

Her orgasm was terrifying.

It swept her away so completely she was certain she’d black out, but her pussy just greedily milked his cock until she felt him lose control. He groaned as her spasming muscles pulled every last drop of his seed from his engorged member.

When he finally pulled his cock free, he kissed her again, gently this time, then let her rest there on the table for a while.

“Is my treatment over?” she asked tentatively after a few minutes had passed.

“I think that’s certainly enough for today, at least,” he replied with a wink.