Preview Scene from Thoroughly Examined
(It’s not the same preview that was included in Mafia Doctor , in case you already read that.)
Dr. Harris stood there for a long moment pondering what had just taken place.
The kiss had not been in his plans. Not at all.
It had felt good, certainly, and based on the way she almost seemed to melt when she felt his lips on her clit, Kirsten had appreciated it as well.
Nonetheless, the fact that he had felt all but compelled to do it was very odd indeed.
In his many years of developing his unorthodox, but highly effective treatment methods, he had never kissed a patient in his office.
Not even on the lips, let alone on their bare clit still throbbing from a powerful orgasm brought on by his fingers.
There was just something about Kirsten. Something special.
She was innocent and shy, yet she responded to his touch in a way that spoke of a sexual creature just waiting to flourish under the care of the right man.
Stepping back for a second, he walked over to the sink, removed his latex gloves, and threw them away, then washed his hands and surreptitiously splashed cold water on his face as well in an attempt to regain full control of himself.
He doubted she noticed in her current state, but he couldn’t be too careful.
The last thing he needed was his patient thinking that the medical professional treating her didn’t have sufficient self-control to complete her exam without needing to go take a cold shower.
When he felt fully prepared to present a clinical demeanor again, he returned to her side with a small bowl of cool water, a sponge, and a washcloth.
Placing the items on the rolling table nearby, he circled the table and gently, methodically unfastened each of her restraints.
Then, he used the sponge and the washcloth to bathe her gently, starting at her flushed face and moving down over her bare breasts and still hard nipples, past her beautiful tummy, over her mound still pink from the shaving, and finally ending with her still-swollen pussy and her cute, perfect little bottom hole.
After finishing up with her intimate areas, he scrubbed the evidence of her arousal and her orgasm from her toned thighs and then in a somewhat more perfunctory manner, washed her knees and calves as well.
Setting aside the bowl, sponge, and washcloth, he picked up a large, fluffy hand towel and began to pat her bare body dry, paying more attention than physics would require to both her breasts and what lie between her still wide-spread legs.
When she was fully dried, he set aside the towel as well and returned to stand next to her.
“How do you feel, Kirsten?” he asked.
She lay there for a moment, seeming unsure of how to answer the question. Her reluctance didn’t seem to have to do with shyness this time, but simply a lack of certainty about what to say.
“I…well, doctor, I feel…I’m still pretty embarrassed about coming… about what just happened. But it did feel good, doctor.”
“When was the last time you orgasmed, young lady?” he asked.
Her blush, which had subsided into a blissful light pink during the bath, deepened a little. “I…I don’t…it’s been a while…you know, I’m busy with work. And you know, guys don’t always…well, they don’t always know what they’re doing like…” She cut herself off. She had been about to say, like you .
For some reason that made Dr. Harris happy, and not just because it was a testament to his physician’s knowledge of the female body’s responses to sexual stimulation.
It made him happy to hear her acknowledge that he was indeed quite good at making pretty girls come.
But he also liked it because her tone made it clear that the orgasm had made her happy and for some reason, that satisfied him in a way that went beyond pure professional pride.
Doing his best to return his thoughts to Kirsten’s treatment, Dr. Harris followed up on his previous question.
“Do you masturbate frequently, Kirsten?”
Kirsten’s blush deepened further, and he assumed that meant the answer was yes, but this turned out to be one of the rare instances where his clinical instinct proved incorrect.”
“No, doctor, I don’t…it just doesn’t feel…it doesn’t satisfy me when I…you know…do it myself.”
Dr. Harris was not often surprised, but he was surprised by this.
Kirsten’s sexual responses so far had been very strong.
They would be off the charts if he kept charts of such things.
He had assumed she was masturbating at least daily if not more frequently.
He wondered for a second if she might be lying, but her tone told him that she wasn’t.
She actually sounded embarrassed, almost apologetic, as if she thought her answer was supposed to be different and worried, she might disappoint him.
Perhaps she could be faking that emotion to avoid admitting touching herself frequently, but he frankly doubted that she was capable of that level of subterfuge, especially after everything that had already taken place during the examination.
He stood for a moment, pondering what to say next.
Her response told him two very important things.
First, his treatment was going to be even more effective with her than usual.
And second, this beautiful creature needed a man in her life who would make her come hard, and often.
Putting aside any attempt at a stern demeanor for a moment, he rested a hand gently on her bare shoulder.
The warmth of her skin underneath his fingers sent a wave of what felt like electricity up his arm.
She had relaxed into his touch. And well, he had liked that quite a damn bit.
Get ahold of yourself, Man , he lectured himself, pull your fucking shit together. You are Doctor Matthew motherfucking Harris, not some lovestruck teenager.
Kirsten seemed to flinch for a second, and he realized she must have seen the stern expression pass over his face as he scolded himself thoroughly. With some effort, he returned his face to a clinically neutral expression, but then unbidden, his expression transformed to one of gentle reassurance.
Kirsten visibly relaxed, and he liked that very much.
God damn it.
“Kirsten, I was already pretty certain of what was causing your lack of focus at work, but now, the diagnosis is even more clear. When you deny your body’s needs, the energy that is meant to be expended during the satisfaction of those needs doesn’t just go away.
It builds, and that pent up energy will gradually consume more and more of your focus.
This isn’t the case for everyone, of course.
Not everyone has the same level of sexual energy to begin with, and some people’s minds are able to dissipate what energy they do have in other ways—hobbies, sports, angry rants on the Internet…
you, however, are clearly not one of those people.
And that pent up sexual energy is just pinging around up here.
” he said, placing a single fingertip gently on her temple, “all day. Honestly, I’m amazed that you’re able to get any work done at all, let alone stay attentive during something as boring as a meeting. ” he said with a grin.
The grin was not part of his normal professional routine. He hadn’t seen it himself, of course, but he guessed he would have called it almost boyish.
Goddamnit.
She smiled, whether at his joke or at his grin or both, it didn’t matter. His heart melted just the same. After doing his best, yet again, to regain something approaching a dispassionate professional demeaner, Dr. Harris continued,
“The next step is to repeat the initial attentiveness testing.”
Kirsten didn’t look upset by this information, but something in her expression told him that she had been hoping, on some subconscious level at least, for something more…sexual. Something more like what he’d been doing before. She really was a naughty girl.
Handing her the same headset and tablet she’d used previously, he sat at his desk and began a distracted attempt to update his notes on her examination and treatment so far.
In reality, he simply stared at her beautiful, still-bare body as she sat, her expression growing more and more bored as she listened to the information the recorded voice was providing.
He tried again to focus on his notes, and briefly considered allowing her to dress, or at least put on a gown during the testing.
He kept his patients nude during the exam for a reason.
It kept them in a mindset conducive to compliance with his instructions, if not a fuller version of submission.
It kept them aware that he was the doctor, and they were the patient.
But today, if anything, it was proving more of a hindrance than a help.
Her nudity was undoubtedly having the intended effect on her, but it was having a highly atypical effect on him.
He was distracted, almost to the point of an inability to focus himself.
Well, that wasn’t strictly true, he was focused on something, and that was the rock-hard, throbbing erection in his pants.
Giving up on the notes for now, he watched her as she attempted to answer the questions spoken through the headset with the tablet held in her hands.
When she finally completed the test fifteen minutes later, he was every bit as erect as he’d been when he first started trying to control his hardon.
No, that wasn’t true. He was much more erect now.
God damn it all to hell.
“Doctor, I’m finished now.” Kirsten cut into his thoughts, holding the tablet out to him.