Chapter 63
CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
preston
Surgery is a success. I tell everyone I’m done for the day and heading home, then bolt straight back to my office. I test the handle first, and relief hits when I find it locked.
I knock. “Mia, it’s me.”
Her heels tap a quick staccato as she crosses to the door.
She cracks it open, just enough to expose a sliver of her face before she lets me in and shuts the door.
Mia stands there in nothing but her heels and a hospital gown.
It’s a standard-issue one, meant to open in the back.
But she’s flipped it. The drawstrings hang loose, the front gaping into a ‘V’, the fabric falling open enough to show the swell of her breasts.
Plain cotton, the ugliest print known to mankind, and somehow she’s turned it into something that belongs in a sex shop, not my drawer. I’m hard on the spot.
I close the distance and pull her body into mine, grinding my hard-on against her before I even lay out the rules.
“This is my place of work, Trouble. My office walls are paper-thin.” Blatant lie.
I’ve had full-blown arguments with colleagues about cases in this office, and not a single word carried.
But this suits the game I’m about to play with her.
“You make a sound, we stop. You will swallow every noise for me, understand?”
Mia bites her lower lip, always so eager to please.
“Sit on my desk. I haven’t eaten a thing today. You’re about to be my next meal.”
Her thighs twist, and she lets out the softest whimper. My good girl is already following my orders.
I drop into my chair, which feels like a throne right now, and watch her come to me. Her tentative steps grow bolder, and by the time she nears my desk, Mia’s turned the office into a runway and me into a captive audience of one.
She hoists herself onto my desk and crosses her legs, all fake composure. She won’t hold that pose for long.
“What brings you to my office today, Miss…” I flip through an imaginary chart. “Thorne?”
Her smile doubles and I know she’s up for some role playing.
“Oh, Doctor. It’s my pussy. It’s swollen and aching. It feels like it has a pulse.” She spreads her thighs and taps just above her clit, giving me a full view. “Right here.”
“Gyne isn’t my department, but since you’re already here, and in such desperate need of attention…”
“Doctor, you took an oath to help others!”
I almost crack up. I don’t know if it’s her sheer desperation to come or her full commitment to this over-the-top porno performance, but it sparks something wicked in me.
“As I was saying, since you’re here, I’ll do my best to treat you. I don’t have the right instruments, so I’ll have to improvise.”
“Improvise?”
“Yes. You’ll have to trust me.”
Her throat works, and the gown’s drawstring trembles.
“I trust you, Doctor. Please help me,” she begs.
“Grab the edges of the table with your hands. Good girl.”
I have a massive mahogany desk, sturdy enough to take both of us, I’d bet. So when I tell her to put her feet up next, ass right on the edge, she ends up splayed out beautifully for me. Cunt on display. Exactly where I want her.
“Like… like this, Doctor?”
Her legs tremble. Whether it’s an act or pure need, I’ll find out soon enough.
Smirking, I kiss the inside of her thigh, and massage the other. “Just like that. You said you trusted me, right? Now, be a good patient and relax those legs for me.”
I roll my chair in, heel-lock the casters, and ease her knees apart, spreading her out.
I breathe on her cunt, and goosebumps pebble on her thighs. “Oh, fuck,” she whispers. Her knees try to close, but I push them wider.
“Don’t worry, the doctor will see where it aches now. But first…” I catch the cord at her waist, the one that will pull her hospital gown open. “I’ll be conducting a thorough examination today, Miss. I’d like to take a good look at you. Do you mind?”
“You want to see all of me, Doctor?”
“Every inch, baby.” I drop character for a second as our eyes never leave each other.
“Do it,” she says with a shaky voice.
I drink in the sight of the woman I’m going to make my wife. The woman who has brought joy back into my life. The woman soaking my table.
“Oh, Miss,” I say, faking concern. “It’s worse than we thought.”
“What’s wrong, Doctor?” she gasps.
“Your pussy is leaking. I have to do something about it.”
My head levels with her pussy, one lick, and she instinctively moans.
I stop.
“Miss. I’m very sorry, but if it’s that painful, I have to stop. Hospital rules.”
“No, no,” she pleads. “I won’t make a sound, I promise. I’ll be strong.” The desperation in her tone is anything but an act.
“Can you be a good patient for me?”
“Help me, Doc. I’ll be good.”
My tongue drags slowly over her slit, our gazes locked. Her chin drops, but she doesn’t make a sound. A filthy smile pulls at my mouth right next to her cunt.
I go back in, and it’s time to show her clit some devotion. A real reason for her pussy to cry a river on my desk. Her toes curl, her ass shakes, but she holds the whimpers in. Most of them. Such a good girl. I could spend the rest of my life right here, teasing this pretty cunt to the edge.
She lets out barely audible sounds, and I stop three more times, each one more entertaining than the last. Every time a moan slips out, I pull away. Her pleasure stalls, and her frustration turns savage. She put it on her list: Orgasm denial. I’m giving her every single thing she asked for.
“Don’t worry, Miss.” I try to ease her. “I’ll drink it all up until it dries.
You come to me whenever this happens, and I’ll get this pussy taken care of.
Let me add to my findings.” I pretend to write on a notepad.
“Diagnosis: Excessive lubrication. Prognosis: Benign. Start localized treatment. Patient to report pain if present.” And I go back to eating her.
Her back arches harder. “Does it… taste good, D-Doctor?” The question costs her a few breaths.
“Sweeter than nectar, stronger than morphine.”
“Can I try?”
“There are no contraindications,” I answer, my tongue coated in her arousal. “I’ll collect a sample with my index finger and administer it orally.”
Her eyes flare. “Yes, Doctor.”
I rub her entrance nice and slow. “Just making sure I don’t hurt you on the way in. You look like you have a tight little pussy, Miss.”
“I do, Doc. A tight little pussy that can take a big, big cock. I think you’ll gather more if you slip two fingers in. Don’t you?”
“Such a smart, filthy patient.”
I drive two fingers into her—no need to ease my way in—and she clenches, already leaking around them. I stare down at her hungry little pussy, swallowing my fingers, making my desk shine.
“Jesus fuck, Mia. How am I ever supposed to get any work done here again?”
She lets go of one of the edges and grabs my chin with a force I didn’t know she had, dragging my gaze up.
“Not Mia. Your patient.”
Oh damn, she’s really into this roleplaying thing. Let’s get back to it then.
“Open your mouth, Miss. Wider.”
I bring my fingers to her lips, and I feed them to her.
Her eyes close, and I grab her throat in warning.
“Eyes on me.” Her heart rate rises under my palm.
“It’s all part of the exam. I’m thorough.
I told you. Need to check your pupils.” She swallows, then goes back to sucking my fingers with renewed enthusiasm until I pull them out.
“Mmmm. It’s so good, Doc. This can’t be a bad thing, right?”
“Can’t be a bad thing at all. But it is chronic, I’m afraid. So you come to me whenever you feel this pussy getting wet. I’m happy to provide lifelong treatment. I’ll drink you up anytime you feel like this.”
“What about now, Doctor?” she asks, gasping when I push my fingers back inside her for a few shallow thrusts, enough to gather slick to circle her clit. “Can you please, pleeease help me now?”
I slow my movements even more, and her hips nudge forward, trying to add friction. I don’t think she even realizes her body is doing the begging now.
“Patience, Miss Thorne. We haven’t finished the exam yet. There might be other ways of stopping this leakage of yours.”
And I’m about to show her how. I release her to unbutton my shirt and unbutton my pants. I don’t pull them down yet.
“But right now…” I step between her knees, grip her hips, and lift her off the table, setting her on her feet.
She clamps her lips shut around a yelp. Mia still startles when I pick her up.
I need to do it more often. “You need to deal with the mess you made on my exam table.” I wrap a fist in her hair and angle her face toward the glossy spot on the wood. “Lick it clean.”
The shock on Mia’s face lasts less than a blink. She’s licking her lips next.
Mia lets the robe slip to the floor. God, she’s beautiful. Lush. Perfect. She turns around, wearing nothing but her heels, and makes a show of tilting her hips up toward the ceiling as she lowers her face to the table.
She’s killing me right now, but I need a front-row seat to the other show she’s putting on. I circle the desk and watch Mia eagerly lick the mess she left on my desk. Low moans spill out of her, and the only reason I don’t lose it in my pants is because she’s efficient with the task I gave her.
“Aren’t you the perfect patient, doing exactly what the doctor ordered?”
I keep her head pressed to the desk. “Don’t move. I’m going to show you another way to push that nectar back inside.”
Mia’s breath fogs the polished surface. My hand stays fisted in her hair, the other tracing down the line of her spine until my palm settles on the small of her back. She shivers under it.
“Stay still,” I murmur. “Doctor’s still examining you.”
I watch her shoulders tense, her body fighting the urge to squirm. The layers of my clothes drape around her when I lean over as I slide my free hand down, over the curve of her hip, into the warm space between her thighs. Her pussy flutters around my fingers.
“Your pulse is elevated,” I rasp against her ear. “Patient seems… worked up.”
“Wonder whose fault that is,” she answers, voice shaky.
I smile into her hair. “Careful. Smart mouths get longer exams.”
“I’m just… anxious for the next course of treatment, Doctor,” she mutters low now.
She goes quiet after that, but the way her legs press into my hand gives her need away. I straighten, keeping one hand firm on her lower back as I shrug my shirt the rest of the way. Coat goes back on like she ordered. She wants the fantasy? She’ll get it. Stethoscope too.
“Feet a little wider,” I say. “Good. Hold that position.”
She does, body open and waiting on my desk. I take a second to take her in—heels on, back arched, hair mussed from my fingers, pretending this is still a game when we both know we’re indulging our true selves.
“This is what happens when you ignore symptoms, Miss,” I tell her, pulling my zip down and my dick out. It’s rock hard and fucking impatient. “They get worse. They spread. They demand more… aggressive treatment.”
“Aggressive treatment, Doctor?” she asks, feigning concern.
“That’s right.” I slide in closer behind her, hands settling on her hips before I spread her cheeks. “Intensive. Hands-on.”
She swallows, throat bobbing against the desk. “Whatever you think is best.”
“Good girl,” I say, fingers tightening. “Now don’t move. This part of the exam requires precision.”
I line us up, her body already soft and pliant under my grip. For a beat, I just hold her there, head at her entrance, letting the tension coil, letting her feel exactly how thoroughly I plan to take care of her. “My tongue took the first sample. My cock will take the rest.”
My hands roam all over her back and ass.
“Patients don’t get to make a mess of my workplace.
” I circle her slick pussy with my crown, getting my dick nice and wet to enter her.
“I’m going to chase every drop with my cock and push it back inside.
” I start sliding in, slowly enough for her to feel every ridge.
“This cum never goes to waste. It either goes on my hand, my tongue, or my cock. Understood?”
She’s sucking me in with her pussy, fingers curling against the wood.
“Are those… doctor’s orders?”
Little brat. I pull back, dick half slick, and inch forward hard.
The rest of the exam is anything but gentle.
“You bet your ass they are. Look to your right. Glass cabinet.”
She rises to her toes when she sees our reflection. “Oh, God. Oh, Doc.”
“That’s exactly how you make me feel. Now take a dose of your medicine. And look at me while I fuck you. I want to see your flushed face when I bottom out.”
Mia pushes back, meeting my every thrust, whimpering under her breath as I give it to her. Her medicine, my cure.
I set a mean pace and find her clit, circling and pinching until she’s fluttering around me, tight as a fist, and bringing me to sanity’s edge.
Mia gives a silent sob into her arm, and I grunt into her back, our releases tumbling together.
When we get up, my desk is a disaster, and my ‘patient’ can barely stand without using me as a crutch. I clean us up as best I can, help her back into her clothes, and shrug out of my coat.
“Are you sure you can’t take this home?” she asks, running a hand over the white fabric on the hanger.
“I’ll grab a clean one on our way out, you little minx.” She huffs a laugh, still flushed, a little less wobbly. “Let's go home,” I say as I take her hand and head for the door. “The clinic is now closed. But consider yourself admitted to house care.”