Chapter 16 Sebastian #3
“I’ll do an external inspection, followed by an internal examination, then we can discuss any fertility treatments.”
“Perfect,” I say on a nod.
“I’ll need to…” he clears his throat.
“Let me,” I offer, folding the towel and T-shirt covering her pussy back far enough that she’s on display.
Lifting her back, I slide behind her, then reach forward and position her legs so that her thighs are parted and her knees are bent, her feet resting on the mattress while I hold her in place, my eyes fixed on her cunt.
Clearing his throat again, Dr. Harris performs a fast but seemingly efficient examination of my wife’s pussy before placing all of the equipment and his gloves back into the sterile bag.
“Done?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says.
Lowering her legs, I cover her back over, then slip out from behind her, taking a seat beside her on the bed. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything appears fine. There are some small abrasions, but as…” He swallows thickly. “You’re actively trying for a baby, they seem normal and in line with regular but vigorous intercourse.”
“She did mention she was a little sore this morning. We’ve been…well, we have an active and very healthy sex life,” I say, grinning widely. “So, the hormone shots?”
“As I mentioned, Sebastian, you’re young and healthy. How long have you been trying to get pregnant?”
“It’s a recent decision, but we’re both eager to make an heir, and we’re willing to do whatever it takes.
As I’m sure you’re aware, my family comes with certain expectations, and one of those is to ensure the line continues to prosper.
My parents only had one child. Starling and I hope to provide our families with a brood of grandchildren to spoil, and we want to get started on that as quickly as possible.
So, are there any downsides to the fertility treatment? ”
“There are some mild side effects, but—”
I interrupt. “Could the treatment be detrimental to either Starling or me, or our children?”
“No, but.”
“Perfect,” I say, interrupting him again. “Then how often would we need to receive the treatment?”
Sighing like he knows he’s lost this argument, he reaches into his bag and pulls out two syringes. “I can administer the first dose for both of you today. I’d like to monitor things for a month, then we could look at a regular dosage until you conceive.”
Smiling, I roll Starling to her side, exposing her ass cheek to the doctor.
Pulling on another set of gloves, he opens the syringe, takes the cover off the needle, then jabs it into her ass and presses down the plunger.
Changing gloves, he injects me in my arm, then disposes of both needles into a small sharps box in his bag, before he closes his bag and lifts it into his hand.
“Thank you so much, Dr. Harris. Please send your bill to me, and I’ll arrange for payment. If you or your family ever need anything, let me know.”
After I show him out, I head back upstairs, discard the towels from the bed, then strip her out of the T-shirt before I curl up behind her, and wait for her to wake up. She sleeps for another hour before she starts to stir, my hard cock poking against her ass the moment she begins to wake up.
“Sebastian?” she rasps, her voice full of sleep.
“How was your nap?” I ask, teasing the underside of her breast with my fingers.
“I feel like I passed out.” She chuckles. “You wore me out.”
“Spread your legs for me, Little Bird.”
Without thought, she parts her legs, pushing her ass up so my dick slips between her folds. Reaching behind her, she grasps my cock and guides me toward her slick pussy.
“Were you having dirty dreams? Did you dream about me locking you in a cage and keeping you as my perfect little whore, naked and ready to take my dick?”
“No.” She giggles. “But I need you.”
“And who decides what you need?” I taunt.
“You do.”
Her slit is so wet, her arousal has coated my cock where she’s rubbing me against her.
Lifting her leg higher, I spread her even wider, hooking her thigh over mine until my dick is notched at her entrance.
“We need to get up and go and see the guys,” I remind her.
“After,” she pleads.
“If I fuck you now, you’ll go to discuss Courtney’s downfall with my cum dripping from your cunt.”
“Okay,” she easily concedes, pushing backward and forcing the head of my cock to slip inside of her.
Chuckling to myself, I palm her tits, then rock her up and down until my dick is deep inside of her and we’re both panting.
“Come for me, Little Bird, come all over my dick,” I whisper, pinching and plucking at her nipples, tugging and stretching until she comes on a whimper that drags me over the edge right with her.
Just like I promised, I don’t let her shower, carrying her out of the bed and straight into the closet. Full of smug male pride, I watch as she selects some panties, tugging them on and grimacing as my cum and her arousal instantly soak the thin fabric.
“I need a shower,” she whines. “This is gross.”
“Finish getting dressed, we have a revenge to plan, Little Psycho.”
Muttering to herself the whole time, she tugs on denim shorts and a sports bra that does nothing to hide how erect and pronounced her nipples are.
“Ready?” I question.
Turning, her gaze lands on her reflection in the mirror, and her eyes widen. “Oh my god, I can’t wear this top.”
“Oh, you’re wearing it,” I tell her, grinning wickedly.
“Look at my tits,” she gasps, lifting her hands to cover herself.
“You look so fucking sexy, I’m hard again,” I tell her, grabbing her hand and pushing it into my hard dick.
“If I can go out visibly turned on, then so can you.” Dipping my head, I hoist her over my shoulder, carrying her down the stairs and out of the house, not letting her go until we’re seated in the golf cart in the driveway.
“You’re an asshole,” she seethes as I pull away from our house and head toward Sammy and Evans.