Chapter 5 #2
Another nod. I try to pull my gaze away so I can stop enjoying the sight of him where he is, but it’s as if I’ve been hypnotized.
My cock too, which is unable to stop jolting in his direction.
It might subconsciously end up chasing those juicy lips if his mouth comes closer.
Yeah, it’s been a long time since I’ve had any action, and it shows.
I hope I won’t have all these horny thoughts during all my checkups, unless part of his game is to have me aroused.
He didn’t say he wanted sex. He also never said he didn’t.
I don’t know what I want either. Yesterday, it was to free myself from here and get back to my life, but everything outside this room sounds less appealing than the way he is here on his knees in front of me.
I lift each side of my hips, one at a time, and he slides the underwear down my legs, his face remaining where it is, breaths growing heavier over my groin. Smiling up at me, he yanks my underwear off over my feet and stands back up. “Go ahead and lie back down.”
Looking down between my legs, my cheeks heat in embarrassment at how stiff I am, my tip red and one touch away from leaking.
“It’s okay. That reaction is perfectly natural. A sign you’re healthy down there. We’ll make sure though. Looks can sometimes be deceiving.”
My cock twitches and I slowly push myself back on the crackling paper, lying down. “You’re fine where you are, but I need your bottom close to the edge.”
My throat thickening, I shuffle down a little, cool air feathering over my skin and my body pleading for more of his warm breaths to stop the shivering. Or is it for another reason?
Shoving my underwear in his pocket, he reaches between my legs and pulls out stirrups. Each of my feet is guided to where he needs it to be, my legs forced further apart. Sam lifts my feet higher and tugs on my hips until my ass is hanging halfway off the table.
“Perfect.” He exits the room and comes back with a rolling stool, placing himself between my legs.
Lifting my head, I notice a head lamp on his head, and he turns it on as a warm, gloved finger rubs my inner thigh.
“Relax for me. Since you’ve never been to the doctor, I’m going to assume you’ve never had a prostate exam? ”
My hole clenches. “No.”
“You’re pretty young and would only need one soon depending on your family history. Any cancer or prostate issue you’re aware of?”
“I . . . uh . . .” I swallow hard. “I don’t know my biological family. Grew up in foster care.”
“I see.” He rubs my inner thighs again. “So, there’s no way to know for certain if you’re at risk or not. I’d feel better if we checked you now just to be safe. How old are you?”
“Twenty-seven.” I clench up again when his fingertips graze over my ass cheeks, spreading them apart.
He hums, and it’s like the sounds are vibrating from his fingers and through me. “The risks are low at that age but also aren’t zero. If you agree, I’ll continue with the preparations.”
Not certain I have a choice, I pretend I don’t and nod, fear creeping back into my chest. My heart is a chaotic mess, and I only usually get to feel this way for a short time when I’m robbing someone.
But now, I can have it whenever I want, every time I go back to questioning his genuineness.
It’s a different kind of control. He’ll be good again when I’m ready to view him that way.
“I have to hear you say it, Mr. Banks,” he says sternly before pressing his lips tightly together.
“Yes. Please continue.”
A smile creeps back onto his face, and he opens a cap, squirting what appears to be lube onto the latex. Brows bunched together, he lowers his face, pressing a finger to my hole. I suppress a moan at the circling of his fingers. “It’ll hurt less if you relax.”
A few deep breaths later, I relax on the table, and he wets my entrance with more lube before probing me again. “Are you a virgin, Mr. Banks?”
“No. I’ve been with one partner.”
“Anal sex?”
“Yes. Receiving end.”
He releases a long breath. “When was the last time?”
“Six months. My boyfriend and I have been experiencing problems for a while.”
“In bed?” Gently breaching my hole, he slowly enters me, twisting on his way inside.
“Yeah,” I say, voice hoarse. My walls squeeze around the intrusion, his twisting and darting motions easing the discomfort.
I haven’t had anything inside me in a while and pleasure ripples as he hits my sweet spot.
Pressing his finger harder, the stimulation grows unbearable, and my cock’s a dripping mess.
Trapped between pleasure and the pain of holding back, my whole body shakes.
When he applies pressure to my taint, I lose all control, coming so hard I swear the light above turns into spinning stars.
My sounds are mixtures of moaning and laughter. I lift my hands to my face when I realize what I’ve done, my entire body going rigid. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”
His finger slips from my ass and he chuckles, tugging off his gloves.
“That’s okay. There’s no need to be embarrassed.
It happens more often than you think. There are many benefits to stimulating the prostate.
” Shutting off the light, he gets to his feet.
“You can scoot up now but please remain on the table.”
I press the heels of my feet into the table and push myself back. Cum covers my stomach and Sam uses wipes to clean me up, spending extra time around my pubic region. “Thanks,” I choke out.
“No problem. I’ll be moving on to a breast exam shortly. Want a blanket?”
My teeth chatter and I nod. “That would be great.”
Pursing his lips together he tosses the trash and grabs a blanket from a drawer underneath the table. “Here ya go. I’m going to wash my hands and change my gloves, so you’ll have a small break.”
“Great,” I say in between nervous chuckles.
Are we having dinner at the same table again?
If so, hopefully this won’t be the topic of the night.
How well I did during the exam when he made me come with his very enthusiastic finger.
Fuck, it felt good though, and I can’t stop wondering how many more physicals I’ll need while I’m here.
Maybe as many as I make him believe are needed.
My body’s on high alert when he returns minutes later, and I lift the blanket higher as if now’s the time to be modest. This man has seen all of me in my naked glory and has touched the inside of my ass.
My sudden shyness is laughable and his eyes wrinkle in humor, letting me know he feels the same fucking way.
“Doing okay still?”
“Yeah.”
“How do you feel?” He rubs between my pecs with a fresh set of gloves, the latex soft and not gliding as easily as his bare fingers do.
“Tired and hungry. Sore everywhere.”
“I can run you a warm bath when I’m done and have dinner ready by the time you’re out, how does that sound?”
“Perfect.” I search around the room. “Is the room next door where I’m going to sleep?”
“Not exactly. That’s a small gym.”
“I thought you said the guest room is down here?” My stomach clenches at his wicked grin.
“It is. We’re in it now. This bed rolls, and I have another one I put in here when I have company. It’s only set up this way for patients.”
“You have many down here?”
“Not many. You’re only my second one, but the other situation was completely different.”
“How so?”
He closes his mouth before opening it again. “It just was. You have a lot of questions now. Here I thought they would have come earlier.”
“I guess I was too focused on other things. Like getting through all this to get out of here.”
“I’d say you’re getting along just fine as of now. Our whole time together will fly as long as you keep it up. Now, tell me if you experience pain at any given moment.”
He squeezes my pecs and massages around my nipples.
My nubs are hard enough to cut glass when he tugs at the skin of my areolas.
“Color and size look as they should. Shape too,” he says, curling his fingers around the small brown circles.
“Absolutely perfect.” He breathes deeper, pressing down around my breasts in circular motions.
Next, he’s pinching my nipples. “No discharge. Good sign.” He then feels under my pits, rubbing up and down my sides.
“Everything look okay?” I ask, sounding more concerned than I intended.
“As far as I can see. Nothing felt sore or uncomfortable?”
“No, but it felt overly sensitive.”
His lips shift from side to side and he tugs his gloves off, shoving them in his pocket. “Does it always?”
“I don’t know. No one ever touches me there.”
Tapping his chin, his gaze turns more intense. “Is it more sensitive with skin-to-skin contact?” He rolls one of my nipples between his fingers.
“Yes.” I hiss.
“We’ll have to come back to that at our next appointment. We’ll do an overall sensitivity test. How does tomorrow work?”
“Tomorrow is . . . is fine. Am I still dehydrated?”
“Your skin is a little off color, so we’ll do a urine test as well, along with taking some blood and rechecking your temperature the proper way.”
“If you feel that’s what’s best.” I’m actually becoming a real damn patient and it doesn’t feel contrived at all.
It feels . . . I don’t know . . . right?
More real than my life had felt with Brick and Stephen.
Which is insane. All of this is, but I fall deeper in anyway, not sure I’ll remember how to crawl out when it’s over.
“I do.” His smile is gentle, eyes soft and caring. Will I see this side of him for the rest of the day? Or is it night now?
“How long have we been down here?”
“Probably longer than it feels. It’s nearly four in the afternoon.”
My lips part and I lift myself off the table. “How’s that possible?”
“Exams can be very thorough when done right for the right person. I also didn’t want to rush things, so I went slow. I bet you’re starving. I’m sorry, I’m not used to having another person to feed and often miss meals myself. Too caught up in work.”
“And you call yourself a doctor,” I mock.
He stifles a laugh. “We can’t all be perfect, can we? Get dressed and I’ll see you upstairs. How do you feel about red wine?”
I wrinkle my nose. “I’m more of a white wine person.”
“White wine it is.” His lips widen and he tosses the gloves on his way out, leaving me alone with my confusing thoughts.
After joining him in the kitchen fully dressed, he fulfills his promise of running me a bath.
I soak for an hour, sinking low into the large tub.
The water feels amazing on my muscles, and I close my eyes, imagining I’m at some fancy hotel and I met Sam under different circumstances—at the pool or bar downstairs, and he came up to my room for a nightcap but it led to more.
Here I am now, in his bathtub, waiting for him to join me and touch me because he wants to.
Not because we’re pretending I’m sick and need testing or treatment.
Maybe I am if I’m fantasizing about the man who’s blackmailing me.
No matter what he’s doing, he’s still not the worst one here.
He gave me options. He had the choice to call the cops and do worse but didn’t.
It was nothing but a little innocent compromise.
Wasn’t it? Lifting my head from the water, I blow bubbles and fold my knees.
I don’t stop soaking until he calls me down to eat, and we have steak.
I didn’t have to wait until this is all over, after all.
Neither of us talk much while we eat, and he makes sure I’m drinking enough water the whole time, setting two painkillers next to my plate. “For the pain and to help you sleep better. New places can be hard sometimes. I’ll go set your room up while you finish.”
“You sure you want to leave me up here by myself?”
He strokes my forehead. “You’re feeling a little warm. The Tylenol PM should help for that too. And there really is nowhere for you to go. I doubt you want a repeat of yesterday.” He lowers his eyes at me. “When you’re done, rinse your dishes and place them in the dishwasher.”
He leaves after that, not looking back or saying another word, and I’m feeling too tongue tied to respond.
He’s right. If he found me the first time, he can do it again.
I was walking for hours too. Did he really come from work, or had he been looking for me that whole time?
Either way, he didn’t pick me up by chance and I knew that as soon as he said there was no La Quinta.
The chills from then are back when I think of running, and of him always being the one to pick me up and bring me back here.
Doubt I’m worth all that trouble, but I want to believe it’s what would happen anyway.
That I’m trapped here. I don’t know when I’ll be ready for him to be that good guy again, but that time hasn’t come yet.
He’s a bad guy. He’ll hurt me soon. I’ll never leave here and will always be his patient.
There are no clocks in the house and it’s always dark in the basement.
I might not always have a sense of time, and I’ll be here for one month while assuming it’s only been a week.
All these twisted and ominous thoughts make me want to weep and smile at the same time.