17 A Good Checkup
His kiss was deep, brutal, desperate. Tongues clashed, teeth scraped, lips bruised. He bit her lower lip and tugged, dragging a gasp from her throat before swallowing the sound with another savage kiss. Every protest melted into need the second his hands grabbed her hips and yanked her flush against him. His erection pressed through his jeans, grinding into her stomach with unrelenting pressure.
She whimpered, fingers tangling in his hair, yanking just to ground herself. But it only made him groan louder and kiss her harder.
His mouth found her neck, tongue licking a slow trail along her pulse before his teeth sank in—just enough to leave a mark. Her body arched against the wall, chest heaving, hands clawing at his shoulders for balance. He licked over the bite possessively, then dragged his mouth across her collarbone, kissing, sucking, tasting.
“Tell me you missed me,” he murmured low against her throat, his breath hot. One hand slid up under her skirt, the other gripping her jaw to force her gaze back on him. “Say it.”
She gasped as his fingers brushed against her soaked panties, pressing firm.
“Stop talking,” she whispered breathlessly, face flushing as her head tipped back. “Lick here.”
That broke him.
Adrian let out a guttural sound. He hooked one arm under her thigh and lifted her onto the exam table in a single, commanding motion. Her legs spread instinctively, her heart pounding as he positioned himself between them.
“I had to set up this entire place like a fucking movie set overnight, just to see you,” he muttered, dragging her panties down her thighs with a firm grip. “Do you see how much control you have over me?”
Her breath came in ragged gasps. “Adrian—”
“Shh,” he whispered again, kissing her softer now, lingering. “Let me have you.”
He trailed kisses down her body, peeling her top aside until her bra was exposed. With rough fingers, he tugged the cups down, revealing her breasts. His mouth latched onto one aching bud, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp.
“Ah!” She arched into him, moaning as he flicked and sucked, leaving one nipple wet and swollen before turning to the other.
Then he pulled back.
“Lie down,” he ordered.
She obeyed, breathless, trembling. He grabbed two clean straps from the side of the stretcher—the ones normally used to hold patients still, and with a dark gleam in his eye, wrapped them around her wrists, tying her arms to the metal bars on either side.
“Keep your hands there. I don’t want you touching me,” he said, voice low, dangerous. “Just feel me.”
He pushed her thighs apart, spreading her wide. Her glistening folds were on full display under the harsh fluorescent lights. He looked at her like a man who had gone too long without water. Like she was the only thing that could save him.
Then he leaned in.
The first drag of his tongue was slow, agonizing. He licked her from bottom to top, stopping to suck on her clit until she trembled. She cried out, wrists pulling at the restraints, body straining for more.
“Oh God—”
He didn’t stop.
He licked deeper, tongue plunging inside her before sucking her sensitive bud again, harder this time. Over and over. His tongue moved in wild, hungry strokes, alternating between firm, teasing flicks and relentless, punishing pressure.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growled between licks. “Sweet. Addictive. Mine.”
Sienna was lost in the storm. Her legs shook, her hips rising off the table, her body helpless to the pleasure he dragged from her.
“Hahhh….,” she clenched the straps, moaning, whining, unable to stop herself.
And Adrian just kept going, eating her like he was starving. Like he’d die without her.
Sienna’s moans grew louder, more desperate. Her hips bucked up against Adrian’s mouth, trying to get more friction, more pressure—more of him . Her wrists strained against the restraints, the cold straps digging into her skin as she lost herself under his tongue.
“Adrian—” she gasped. “Please… I-I’m gonna…”
“Cum for me,” he rasped against her soaked folds. “Let me hear you fall apart.”
She did. Her whole body seized, thighs trembling, toes curling, back arching off the stretcher as the orgasm ripped through her like lightning. Her cries echoed in the sterile room, every breath ragged and wrecked.
Adrian didn’t stop. He licked her through it, pulling every last tremble and twitch from her until she was left panting, eyes glassy and unfocused.
And then—knock knock knock.
“Sweetheart? Are you done?” Pamela’s voice called, muffled through the door. “What’s the doctor saying? Is it going to take time?”
Sienna’s blood turned to ice. Her eyes shot wide open. “Shit,” she hissed, tugging at the restraints. “Adrian, untie me—quick!”
But he didn’t move. Not right away. He looked up at her from between her thighs, lips glistening, a dark smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “No.”
“Adrian!”
He leaned in, kissed her inner thigh slowly, licking her. “You told me to lick you. You didn’t say anything about stopping.”
Another knock—sharper this time.
“Sweetheart? Are you okay in there?”
“Shit,” she whispered again, squirming, tugging at the restraints. “Adrian, please—”
But Adrian’s tongue didn’t stop. He licked her like he owned her, quick, deep strokes dragging over her sensitive heat, his hands gripping her thighs tighter the more she squirmed. Her breath hitched, her lips parting in a helpless moan.
“Answer her,” he murmured against her skin, voice thick with smugness. “Go on.”
She opened her mouth, but no words came. Her back arched, another tremble racking through her body as he sucked her clit, merciless and focused. All she could do was gasp, her fingers curling tight as her legs trembled under the intense pleasure.
“Oh, Adrian…,” she breathed without meaning to, the heat of her blush rising all the way to her ears.
From behind the door, her mother’s voice sounded again, confused and concerned. “Sienna? I’m coming in if you don’t answer!”
Adrian pulled back just enough to whisper, “Now you want me to stop?”
“No,” she gasped. “God—Adrian—just… wait—!”
But he didn’t wait.
Adrian stood abruptly, the sound of his zipper coming down sharp in the tense silence. His eyes locked on hers—dark, hungry, wild—and his voice was nothing but a growl. “You’re not going anywhere.”
He didn’t bother untying her. Instead, he stepped between her legs, gripping her by the waist with both hands and yanking her hips forward until her backside hung dangerously off the edge of the exam table. With a rough groan, he pulled out his rod—thick, hard, already slick with need.
Sienna barely had time to gasp.
He slammed into her in one fierce, possessive thrust.
Her back arched as her body took him in deep, the sudden stretch stealing all the air from her lungs. The restraints dug into her wrists as her tied hands jerked against them, helpless in the air. Her legs instinctively tried to wrap around him, but he kept them spread, his grip bruising on her thighs.
“Ahh… ah! Mmmhhhhh…,” Sienna’s muffled moans filled the room as she bit her lips to suppress the sound.
The exam table creaked with every sharp thrust. Adrian moved ruthlessly, his hips snapping against hers, every wet slap echoing in the sterile silence of the room. Her moans were ragged, breathless, torn straight from her chest.
He bent over her, chest pressed to hers, mouth hot at her ear. “Look at you,” he hissed, thrusting harder. “Moaning like that… and your mom’s just outside. Anyone could walk in.”
“No. Don’t… let anyone…” her whole body clenched, shaking around him. The table jolted with every punishing movement, and her voice dissolved into gasps, her only words now broken sounds and whimpers. “Ahhhhh….!”
Then—finally—silence.
No more knocks. No voices.
Maybe her mother had given up. Maybe someone had stopped her. Sienna didn’t know. She couldn’t think. Didn’t really care anymore.
Adrian slowly pulled out, panting, flushed, but his grip never loosened.
He reached up, undid the straps holding her wrists, but before she could even lower her arms, he caught her again, hooking one of her legs over his shoulder and pulling her to the very edge of the table. Her back hit the cool vinyl surface again, the sudden shift sending another bolt of sensation through her.
“Adrian—wait—” she whispered, dazed.
But he didn’t wait.
He thrust back into her. Deeper, thicker, harder, filling her completely.
She screamed, one hand flying to his shoulder, the other gripping the edge of the table like a lifeline. Her head fell back, hips jerking with every bruising stroke. The angle drove him deeper, his pelvis slamming against her with loud, obscene sounds, slick and fast and raw.
He bit into her neck, groaning, sweat dripping from his brow, his hands roaming, one squeezing her breast, the other pressing down her belly to feel himself inside her.
He was feral. Unstoppable.
She shattered again around him, this time without warning. Her cry silent, throat too tight, body too overwhelmed. Her inner walls clamped around him like a vice, drawing him in, milking every inch of him.
He came with a harsh gasp, slamming into her one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go, her name spilling from his lips like a broken prayer. He trembled above her, muscles taut, as wave after wave of pleasure wrecked him.
Sienna lay limp beneath him, legs still quivering, chest rising and falling in rapid bursts. Her skin felt alight where his hands had gripped her; her wrists bore faint red marks where the ties had been. Her lips were swollen, tender from the intensity of their final coupling.
She tried to sit up, tugging at her skirt, but the world swayed. Before she could find her balance, Adrian’s strong arms were around her, easing her onto her side of the exam table.
“Easy,” he murmured, voice soft now. He brushed a strand of hair from her flushed cheek. His fingers trailed over the marks he’d left, lingering with gentle care. “You’re so beautifully flushed.”
Sienna closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. She could still feel the echoes of every thrust, every breath, but somehow, in his arms, it no longer hurt.
Adrian reached down to the small cabinet by the table and retrieved a damp, warm cloth. He pressed it to her wrists, cleaning away the redness until only faint impressions remained. Then he lifted her hair, pressing soft kisses along her neck and shoulder as he smoothed back her blouse.
When at last she was properly dressed, he helped her to stand. Her legs trembled, but he held her steady, one strong hand at the small of her back.
He dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached for her panties that had fallen to the floor in the heat of their passion. His fingers brushed against the delicate fabric.
Gently, he helped her slide her legs back into them, his touch careful, almost reverent. The cool silk of the panties caressed her skin as he pulled them up. His hands lingered on her hips as he adjusted her skirt, smoothing it over her curves with a possessive ease.
She looked up at him, breathless, vulnerability still shining in her eyes. He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip, wiping away the last trace of color.
“You are in excellent health, Ms. Donovan,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers. “Next time, I’m gonna have to do a more lengthy examination.”
Sienna managed a shaky smile.
He captured her mouth in a tender kiss. Slow, loving, nothing like the roughness before. It melted away the tension in her limbs.
Adrian slipped his hand into hers, guiding her toward the exit. At the threshold, he paused and lifted her chin. With a final gentle brush of his lips against her temple, he whispered, “Go on.”
Sienna opened the door, and slipped into the hallway, adjusting her skirt and breath.
Her legs were still slightly unsteady. She tried to walk straight, but her back ached from what had just happened inside.
Pamela rushed toward her. “How was it? Did you have a good checkup?”
“Yeah…” Sienna mumbled, eyes down. “Let’s go.”
Pamela caught her arm, stopping her. “You look flushed. Are you sure you’re alright? Should I ask the doctor to check again?”
Every word made Sienna’s cheeks burn redder.