Chapter 19
Victoria
I squeeze my legs together as Kinsley steps into the exam room. I’m chilly. It’s cold in her office, and the only thing I’m wearing is a paper gown.
Kinsley is looking at the tablet in her hands as she enters and shuts the door. She lifts her gaze and glances from me to Blaze and back again. “Surely my scheduler wrote this down wrong.”
Blaze smirks. “I doubt it.”
Kinsley lifts her brows and returns her attention to me. “You want to know if your hymen is intact?”
My face is burning. I can’t even answer her.
Blaze sets one of his huge hands on my shoulder over the paper.
“I think it will ease Victoria’s mind. She uses tampons, and I’ve pushed my tongue into her, but those are the only things she’s had inside her vagina.
There’s no avoiding the initial pain she’ll experience the first time we have sex, but she’s scared. ”
He’s right. The idea of him putting that massive erection of his inside me makes me shudder, but I doubt most women go to their gynecologists to find out how tight their vaginas are.
Kinsley comes closer, sets the tablet down, and lifts my injured leg. “The stitches look good. Swelling is down. Keep it elevated as much as possible. You can start putting a little weight on it tomorrow, but not much. The more you keep it elevated, the quicker it will recover.”
“I’ll make sure she does,” Blaze says, his hand sliding to my back.
Kinsley sits on her rolling stool. “Now, as for your hymen, have you seen a gynecologist before?”
“No,” I mumble.
She pats my thigh. “That’s not unusual. You’re about the age recommended for women to start getting pelvic exams when they aren’t sexually active. Have you ever taken birth control?”
“No. I thought about going to the school clinic to get on the pill in college, but my stepmother is pretty nosy. I figured she would find it when I was home on breaks and grill me about who I was having sex with.”
“I’m sorry. No one should be snooping through a grown woman’s things. Not even a family member.”
I shrug. “I never needed it anyway.”
“And you don’t now,” Blaze adds.
I roll my eyes.
“Not your decision,” Kinsley says, glancing at him. “I know you Wilde men are fertile and eager and bossy on so many levels, but I don’t ever want to hear that anyone in that house was forced to have a baby they aren’t ready for.”
“That won’t happen,” Blaze insists.
Kinsley turns back to me. “How about if I do a full exam with a pap smear? Hopefully, I can ease some of your concerns.”
“Okay.” I’m trembling because sheesh, I haven’t had any medical exam that was this invasive before.
Blaze covers both my hands with one of his, where they rest twisted together on my thighs. He slides his other hand to lift my chin. “Are you sure? If you’re panicked, you don’t have to do this. We can do it another time.”
My heart is beating fast, and yes, I’m fucking nervous, but I need to do this. “No. I’ll do it. I should have before now.”
“Are you embarrassed or scared?”
I shrug. “Mostly scared.”
“What are you afraid of, baby?”
“How bad it’s going to hurt when you push that giant cock in me,” I hiss without thinking. My face heats further. I swallow and take a deep breath. “So I want to know how tight it is beforehand.”
He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Okay. Do you want me to wait outside? Am I making you more nervous?”
“No. I want you to stay. I want you to know, too.”
“Okay, baby.” He lifts my chin and kisses my lips directly this time, holding my gaze.
“Okay then…”
I face Kinsley to find her…fanning herself. I nearly giggle. Yes, he’s bossy and overbearing and about ten other things, but even people who don’t live in the Wilde mansion can’t deny it’s hot. Can they?
“Can you lie back for me, Vicky?”
“Victoria,” Blaze corrects. “Turns out she hates the nickname.”
“Got it.”
Blaze sets a hand on the small of my back and guides me onto the table.
Kinsley comes to the other side. “I’m going to do a breast exam, which you should do every month.”
“I’ll do it from now on,” Blaze says. “Show me how.”
Kinsley snickers. “Where have I heard that before?”
Blaze smirks. “Probably one of my cousins.”
“All of them by now. Do you Wilde men have meetings to discuss all the ways you can be more hands-on with your wives?” she jokes.
Blaze shrugs. “Sometimes. Enough to know they are plenty familiar with their wives’ breast tissue.”
“Well, it’s not a bad thing.” Kinsley pulls the paper away from one side of my chest and guides my arm over my head. “Palpate in a circle like this…”
I hold my breath while she examines my boob. The exam itself isn’t weird, but the way Blaze leans over to watch closely is making me tremble. They’re looking at my tit. I feel like I’m not even in the room.
“I’m going to pinch your nipple now, Victoria,” Kinsley says right before she grips the tip and does just that.
I whimper at the sensation.
Blaze smiles at me. “Her nipples are sensitive.”
“Most women’s are,” Kinsley agrees.
“Hers are more sensitive than usual because I spanked them last night.”
Holy fuck. Did he have to tell her that? My face is ten hundred degrees now.
Kinsley glances at me before leaning over to look closer at my tiny bud. “What did you use?”
“A crop.” He’s so blunt.
I purse my lips. I kind of want to slap him, but also butterflies are dancing in my belly because I’m fucking aroused. Blaze knows it. That’s why he’s engaging in this extremely personal discussion with the doctor about my breasts.
In fact, he has his fingers on my pulse on my wrist. He’s monitoring my reactions to his words. Dammit.
“How many times did you strike them?”
“Twice each, and then her pussy once.”
Kinsley covers that breast and lowers my arm.
She looks directly at me. “As long as what you’re engaging in is consensual and won’t harm you permanently, there’s nothing wrong with impact play.
I don’t see residual evidence from the crop, so whatever pressure he used was fine. Do your nipples hurt today?”
I shake my head.
She hesitates, holding my gaze before smiling. “No reason to be embarrassed. People practice all kinds of kink. A few swats are harmless if they bring you pleasure.”
“Okay,” I mutter. Did that bring me pleasure?
I’m not sure. I understand why he did it.
He was testing to see if that particular punishment would keep me from masturbating.
It probably worked. I could tolerate the two swats, but barely.
I wouldn’t want him to strike harder or slap them a bunch of times. And my pussy… Ouch.
Kinsley lifts my other hand above my head and pulls the paper away from that breast. She leans over and looks closer now that she knows Blaze spanked my tits last night. Sheesh.
“Just out of curiosity, didn’t it hurt?” Kinsley asks.
“Yes.”
“Scale of one to ten?”
“Mmm… Eight.”
“Ouch. And you liked it?” She’s palpating my breast while she asks.
“Not really.” I glance at Blaze.
He’s smirking. Of course he is.
“So it was a trial?”
Blaze shakes his head. “It was discipline.”
I lift my head to glare at him. “Must you tell every single detail about what we do in private?”
He grabs the hand above my head, and presses it against the table. “No. It’s not mandatory, naughty girl. Why am I telling the doctor about our kinky play?”
My breath hitches, and I stare at him, pressing my thighs together. My heart races. I can feel it and hear it. Can they hear it, too?
Blaze kisses me. “Why did I spank your nipples, Victoria? Was it for fun?”
I swallow.
He lifts a brow.
I’m not going to get out of this. “No,” I whisper.
“Tell Kinsley why I spanked your tits, baby.”
“Because I touched them,” I murmur.
“Are you allowed to touch your breasts, Victoria?”
“No.”
“Are you going to do it again?”
“No.” My arousal is flowing out of me, leaking onto the paper gown and the paper below it. I’m soaking the table, and I’m beyond embarrassed, which seems to be making me even hornier.
“Are you allowed to touch your pussy, Victoria?” he presses.
“No.”
“Did you like it when I spanked your clit?”
“No.”
“Then you won’t do that again in the future, either, will you?”
I shake my head. Surely I have a fever by now. That’s how heated I am. Can my face catch on fire?
Blaze kisses me again and slowly backs away. “Good girl.”
I moan, forgetting that we have an audience until he moves far enough for me to see Kinsley again.
I’m pretty sure her cheeks are as red as mine. “Okay then. I’ll examine your vagina now.” She pulls stirrups out from under the table and guides my legs into them. “Can you scoot to the edge of the table for me?”
Blaze helps me. He also lifts my arms over my head and holds my wrists with one hand. His gaze is intense. He sets a hand on my chest, planting it between my breasts in a way that causes the paper gown to part again and reveal my nipples. “Take a few deep breaths, baby.”
I inhale deeply and let it out.
“Good girl.”
Kinsley grabs the rolling stool, sits on it between my legs, and presses my thighs wider. “I’m going to part your labia, Victoria. Try to relax.”
“Okay.”
Blaze releases my wrists but gives me a pointed look that tells me I do not have permission to move them.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet. Not even when Blaze had his mouth on me. It’s mortifying. Why am I so aroused? It’s not from him swatting my nipples. It’s from him talking about doing it. He’s embarrassing me on purpose.
Blaze joins Kinsley between my thighs.
She holds my labia open wider and runs a gloved finger around the entrance.
“So I can see your hymen, but the opening is pretty large. You might have been born this way, or you might have stretched it from inserting tampons. It’s not wide enough for the average erection to fit through, so you will feel it stretch the first time.
Probably a bit of blood. Not a lot. For most women, it only hurts for a few seconds. ”
I’m breathing heavily.
“There are other options,” Kinsley continues. “If you’re really nervous about having sex, you could use a graduated set of dilators ahead of time to widen the opening or even break the barrier. You could do that yourself, or I could do it for you, or Blaze could.”
“But it’s okay to wait, right?” Blaze asks.
“Of course. Most people don’t get an exam before they have sex. They just do it, grit their teeth, and endure. It’s rarely a big deal. Menstrual cramps hurt worse and last longer than the pain of tearing a hymen.”
“Leave it,” Blaze commands, as if he has the right to choose for me.
But who am I kidding? He’s demanding. And apparently I like it.
“Victoria?” Kinsley asks.
I lick my lips, staring at the ceiling. “You can leave it.”
“I’ll use a narrow speculum and plenty of lubricant to open your vagina so I can swab your cervix. You might feel a little pressure, but it shouldn’t hurt.”
I purse my lips.
Blaze remains between my legs, one hand on my inner thigh.
Kinsley is very gentle. I hardly notice as she parts my folds, inserts the lubed speculum, and takes the swab. She’s quick about it, and then she lowers my legs and comes to my side to help me sit.
She turns to Blaze. “Now, give me a few minutes with Victoria. Go sit in the waiting room.”
He smiles before stepping out.
I blow out a breath and pull the front of my paper gown together.
“He’s intense,” Kinsley says, sitting in front of me once again.
“Very. I think it’s in the water at the mansion. They joke about it, but I’m not sure it’s untrue.”
Kinsley chuckles. “I agree. It’s interesting. It would be fun to do a study on it,” she jokes. “But in all seriousness, are you okay?”
I nod. “Yes. Just embarrassed.”
She reaches for one of my hands and holds it over my thigh. “I’m not an expert on the many types of kink or bondage, but I’m at least educated enough to know the difference between abuse and fetish play. Based on how aroused you were just now, I’m going to assume you have a humiliation kink.”
I swallow. “I guess so.”
“Blaze is sharp. He picked up on that and then dragged it out.”
“Yeah.”
“Definitely the most unconventional office visit I’ve ever had.
” She smiles. “Men don’t often come into the exam room with their girlfriends or wives except when they’re pregnant.
Usually just on ultrasound days. But the Wilde men are pretty hands-on.
They come to every visit. You’re not the first.”
That’s good to know. I guess.
“Can I ask you some more personal questions? I’m just curious.”
“Sure.” I feel comfortable with Kinsley. She’s not that much older than me.
“Did you really not like having your nipples spanked?”
“Not really. It hurt.” I shudder at the memory.
“Will he do it again if you tell him not to?”
I draw in a breath, relaxing. We’re just chatting. She’s not being judgmental. “He probably will if I touch myself.”
“Are you going to touch yourself?”
“Not likely.” I squeeze her hand. “This is all new to me. I’ve known him for two days. It feels like two years. I didn’t know I was submissive or kinky. It’s intense, and I think I’m in love with him. Is that crazy?”
She smiles. “Not at all. It happens to some people. They meet the right person, and they just know. It happens at the Wilde mansion more often than anywhere else on Earth.”
“He makes my heart race. When he gets all bossy, I get aroused.”
“He’s really, really bossy. Are you okay with that?”
“I think so. I thought I was going to come when he leaned between my legs to watch you examine me. I know it was intentional. He knew I was horny. That’s why he did it.”
“Yeah, I’m confident you’re right. Just make sure anything that happens between you is always consensual. If you don’t mind him having really strict rules, including about masturbation, that’s fine, but it also means you might end up with very sore tits occasionally.”
I tremble again. “Yeah. I think I like the looming threat. The constant uncertainty. What if I accidentally touch myself, or he thinks I did? The possibility keeps me always kind of aroused.”
Kinsley nods. “I can see that. It’s kind of hot.” She fans herself with her free hand. She’s still holding on to mine with her other.
“Put my number in your phone and call me if you ever have any questions or you need someone to talk to who isn’t living in the mansion, okay?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
“Are you going to stay in Wilde then?”
I giggle. “Do I have a choice?”
“Not if you’ve been drinking the water, apparently.”