The Doctor and the Naughty Girl Page 8

  He turned to the tray Cathie had helpfully laid out for him before she’d gone home. He pulled back the towel and plucked up the speculum.

  “This is going to be a little cold.” He eased it in and she shuddered, but otherwise stayed quiet. “Good. Good girl.” Pushing it home, he opened it slowly, spreading her well open. He looked inside, checking the cervix, making her grunt as he felt it with his fingertips.

  “Does that hurt?”

  He stoked the cervix again, and she let out a long breath, her sex tightening. So, her cervix was sensitive.

  “Well?”

  “No, sir.” She shuddered again as he stroked the smooth cervix back and forth with his finger. “It… doesn’t hurt.”

  He smiled. “Good.”

  A pap probably wasn’t technically necessary considering her age—but he wanted to make sure. He already felt a sense of protectiveness about her; her safety was probably more important to him that it was even to her.

  Ah, to be young and dumb.

  He retrieved the brush tool, inserting it slowly. “This might be a little uncomfortable. Ready?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He scraped quickly, as gently as he could, and she yelped once, whether from pain or something else, he couldn’t be sure.

  “All done, girl,” he said softly, retracting and removing the speculum. She sighed deeply.

  He pressed her soft white belly, checking her organs, her body stiffening once at a particularly deep prod.

  “Almost done, Amity.” He slipped on a latex glove, lubricating it quickly, before she knew what was coming and could clench up. He pressed his finger to the smooth whorl of her anus, and she hitched, her hips pulling back just a little.

  “Just need to check here too,” he said, the lubricant easing the way for his finger. She let go a tiny whine of protest as it slipped through the tight sphincter. “Try to relax now. Won’t take long.”

  Everything felt fine, normal. He very slowly withdrew his finger until just the tip was clutched by the strong muscle, then on impulse eased it forward once more. Her breath caught as he advanced deeper this time, until his knuckles presses against the soft pillows of her buttocks. He held there a moment, enjoying the tension of her body, her uncertainty at what he might do next. Her sphincter tightened, loosened, then tightened again, as if she were testing his resolve, her body signaling its subtle confusion at his invasion of so private a place.

  Finally, he withdrew completely. Amity let out a loud breath as he wiped off the bright dollop of clear lubricant that his withdrawal had left at her bottom hole. He smiled as he watched the anus squeeze down, the momentary gape disappearing.

  He stroked the softness of her sex then, noting how her hips moved just the tiniest bit each time he drew a fingertip near the now openly protruding clit.

  “Your clit’s huge, Amity.” He raised his head looking at her over the swells of her breasts. “Has anyone ever told you that?”

  She stared up at the ceiling, her cheeks scarlet. “No, sir.”

  “Is this arousing you?”

  She moved her hips slightly, but said nothing.

  “I asked you a question.” He laid a palm on her belly, just above her mons.

  Amity made a frustrated sound. “I… I don’t know.”

  He eased a finger up and down through her soaked slit, then held it up for her. “What do you think this says?”

  She glanced at the gleaming, shaming evidence on his fingertip, then looked away, biting her upper lip. “Please…”

  His aching hard cock was twisted in his slacks now, and he spread his legs to adjust it, sighing with relief as he did.

  “Is—is Cathie coming back?”

  “No. She’s gone home for the night.” He leaned over her as he pulled on a latex glove. “I’m about to check you for response. Do you want her in here for that?”

  He suspected he already knew the answer. Amity seemed more afraid of the tough nurse than she was even of him.

  She was silent longer than he’d expected, and be began to wonder if he’d misread her. Then she closed her eyes, turning her head.

  “No, sir.”

  As he coated two fingers with a light sheen of lubricant, he looked at her sex. Her clit was so swollen now, it seemed to almost pulse, the labia engorged as well, the inner lips a deeper red now. He palmed the heat of her, rubbing against her clit with the heel of his hand, making her take a sharp breath.

  He spread her open wide then, exposing her to his gaze, her thighs stiffening as he did.

  “Have you found your G-spot?” He inserted two fingers, running them along the upper wall, searching.

  She nodded, still looking away.

  “Have you ever orgasmed from stimulating it?”

  “Doctor, please…”

  “Be honest, Amity.”

  Her face beet red now, she gave a little nod.

  Then he found it, stroking a finger back and forth over the rough flesh. She jerked as he did it.

  “What are you…?”

  Then he pulled his fingers out. “We’ll investigate that next time.”

  Amity’s thighs relaxed, her trembling down to a subtle vibration.

  He laid the tips of his fingers atop her clit, rubbing in a slow circle. “We need to see how your sexual response is. I’m going to stimulate your clit, but I don’t want you to orgasm. Hold it back. Do you understand me, Amity?”

  You need to stop, Dane.

  He knew it was wrong—but they’d passed wrong a long, long time ago. He had to know. Instinct told him there was something here, perhaps something profound, meaningful. The question was—did she feel the same way?

  As he inhaled the spicy bouquet of her arousal, listened to the wet sounds of her pussy as he stroked her hard clit, he knew her body had already cast its unequivocal vote.

  “Don’t…” Her hips swirled now, seemingly on their own, Amity’s hands squeezing the white sheet under her for dear life.

  “You’d better not come, Amity.” He rubbed vigorous circles around her clit and she moaned. “You do and I’ll add to that caning you’ve still got coming.”

  “Nooo,” she pleaded, her hips bucking as he rubbed the hard bundle of flesh even more. He stroked her inner thighs as he worked her up higher and higher, his low voice rumbling, incoherent sounds of warning, of the lust he felt for her, at his possession of her. It was insane to feel this way about her, but it was there all the same. He wanted her. He wanted to be inside her, make her cry out as his cock stretched her, make her say his name as he spilled his seed deep within her, claiming her for his own. Only his.

  Dane, no. She’s not ready for that.

  He stayed his fingers then, Amity crying out in what sounded like both relief and disappointment, her body arched off the table. She sank back down, her breathing rapid, her generous breasts heaving.

  She wasn’t ready—not yet. But still he wondered, and he knew he had to push her, push to find out what it was she was really about, what desires he suspected lurked deep within her.

  Dane stood up, looking down upon her as he caressed her mons with the palm of his hand, luxuriating in the feel of the silky curls against his skin. Her eyes were closed, her head rolling slowly side to side. She seemed to be deep in sensation, emotion, not fully aware of her surroundings. A deep red blush had suffused her neck, spreading down to the upper slopes of her breasts. He’d worked her up very high indeed!

  “I’m satisfied with your response, Amity. Robust and healthy, just as a girl your age should be.” He stripped off the latex glove, setting it on the table next to him. “I think we’re done here.”

  Her eyes flew open, a desperation he saw there that fired his lust even higher, made him smile down at her. He sat down again, laying a hand on her soft inner thigh, stroking it gently.

  “That is unless…”

  “What? Unless… what?” Her voice was tight, almost breathless.

  He leaned over her, his thumb stroking the plump, swollen softness of her labia. “Unless you’d like me to check again, to make sure your response is fully… explored.”

  Her head came up, her bright gaze locking with his. Something passed between them then. Her lips formed the shape of a word, but her voice failed her. Then she laid her head back, her luscious breasts rising and falling with a deep, shaky breath.

  For a moment, he feared he’d gone too far and he slid his stool back, ready to retreat. Then he saw it.

  Amity’s hips raised slowly, so slowly at first he wasn’t sure it wasn’t a trick of the mind. Then it was clear, her bottom raised clear of the table, the open, wet sex waiting for him, a wordless surrender. A bead of moisture slid from her sex, leaving a gleaming trail of wetness down her perineum, collecting in the dark well of her bottom hole.

  Yes…

  “Stay still, Amity.”

  His fingers spread her pussy very wide, the vulnerable pink flesh within bright under the lights. He collected her wetness on two fingers, drawing it up to her clit, making that hard bundle of nerves glisten with it. Then he did it again, slicking the pubic curls with her fragrant juices, making them shine. He let her pussy close as he began to rub her swollen clit in circles once again, loving the way her breathing quickened instantly as he began taking her higher once more.

  “Very, very still, Amity. Be a good girl.” Then he pushed his tongue between the soft, wet folds, inhaling deeply as he tasted her. Flattening his tongue, he licked slowly up through her sex, savoring the feel of her against his flesh. She gasped as he did it, her inner thigh tensing under his hand as he reached the hardness of her clit.

  “You’re so wet, Amity.” He kissed her soft labia gently, drawing out the heavenly sensation of her sex against his lips. “So beautiful.”

  “Oh, God… doctor.”

  “Dane or sir will do,” he murmured, nuzzling the soft wetness of her sex, his fingers relentlessly rubbing her clit in circles.

  “I can’t… oh, God, I can’t,” she said, her voice harsh, her control hanging by a thin thread.

  “Don’t come until I tell you. You’ll hold it as long as you can.”

  “No. I—I can’t hold it!”

  He slapped her pussy gently, then took up stroking her hard clit again. “You will hold it. Obey me, Amity.”

  She groaned then, her hips beginning to circle in time with his fingers.

  “Hold it. Hold it, girl!”

  “Oh, God! Oh, God, I can’t!” Her hips bucked then, over and over, her orgasm so close she couldn’t hold it off much longer.

  He eased off the stroking of her clit, instead touching the delicate, sticky edges of her inner lips, feeling the luxurious, silky smooth flesh, listening with pleasure as she tried get her breathing under control.

  When his fingers pressed to her clit once more, she cried out, her body freezing for a moment. Then he closed his lips around the pleasantly large clit, squeezing it softly between his teeth. She jerked hard, her surprised shriek music to his ears. Then he began sucking it, harder and harder, thrusting two, then three fingers deep into the soaked depths of her pussy, moving faster and faster as he sucked and licked her tortured, inflamed clit.

  “Come now,” he said, the edge of his tongue still against her, taking it into his mouth and sucking even harder.

  Amity screamed then, rearing up on the table, the poles of the stirrups shaking in their mounts as she went over, her entire body shuddering.

  “Oh, fuck, oh, my fucking God!”

  Her juices gushed forth, and he left off her clit to lap at them, loving how she soaked his still thrusting fingers. Her scent was all around him as he licked her moisture from her skin, pausing to lick and nip at her clit as he did, making her yelp and moan each time at the sensitivity of her clit post-orgasm.

  “Dane… Dane, oh, God, this… too much,” she moaned, her head rolling wildly. Her hand came down to the back of his head, twisting in his hair. But rather than try to pull him away, she pulled him closer with surprising strength, her moans growing even louder as he laved her sex from perineum to the curls of her pubis, then back down again.

  Few things on earth were better than licking the pussy of your submissive as she writhed in orgasm, forced over that precipice at your command, surrendering everything to your control, to your will.

  Finally, she calmed, her moans incoherent murmurs, her body now limp, spent. He kissed the sodden curls of her mound, then stood, leaning over her, watching her as she came back to earth. Finally, she opened her eyes, at first looking dazed. Then she focused on him, her eyes tear bright, her lips forming into a trembling O.

  “Oh, my God, Dane!” She inhaled deeply, the quivering of her soft pale breasts making his aching cock throb again. “What did we—what did we do?”

  He bent close, pressing a quick kiss to each of her hard, pink nipples, then grinned.

  “Exactly what we both wanted to, Amity.”

  Chapter Eight

  Amity had been thinking about that night constantly for the entire week. He’d kept his distance, seeming to avoid her more than usual. For her part, she used the distraction of work, of needy clients or demanding administrative tasks to keep her mind elsewhere.

  At night though, in the quiet of the dark, a storm of thoughts, of emotions, assailed her. What did it all mean? How could she have let him do that to her? Why didn’t she walk, just leave the entire situation? Did he really want her? It was so wrong, so twisted; she knew it was insane, could only ever end in heartache, maybe even disaster.

  It was just a job. Why go through all of this, take these risks?

  Because you want a lot more of whatever the fuck this is.

  It was the truth. Maybe it had been the whole time. Maybe that quiet little voice she seemed to make sport out of ignoring had been telling her all along. Warning her? Or was that voice tempting her, tantalizing her with the possibilities of what might be, of what she might discover if she’d only take the chance?

  A full week went by since her ‘exam’—the most embarrassing, wrong, erotic exam her mind could ever have conceived of. She had to purposely not think of it while at work, because every time she did, she found herself staring off, her mind back in that room again, her nipples steel-hard points, her panties soaked.

  Now it was Friday—and she’d noticed things seemed to be going down more often on Friday. She wondered if he did it on purpose to fuck with her social life. She hadn’t been out with Kaitlyn in over a week, which was some sort of personal record. It was certainly easier on her bank account (and her liver).

  Then she felt something, the hair on the back of her neck raising. She glanced toward Exam and almost jumped out of her chair, holding her hand to her face with a yelp.

  “How do you do that?”

  Dane inclined his head, grinning. “They teach us that in med school. Employee Monitoring 101.”

  She wasn’t completely sure he was joking. She wondered if a guy like him would get a special kick out of a class like that.

  Oh, shit. It’s Friday. The caning…

  She felt the color drain from her face as she looked up at him. Dane hadn’t mentioned it all week. In fact, he hadn’t even acknowledged what had happened during her exam either. It was as if, to him anyway, it had never happened.

  She probably thought about it enough for the both of them.

  He crossed the lobby, walking around the desk to stand next to her, inches away, the heat from his body against her skin. Looking down at her, he laid a hand on her shoulder. It was a harmless gesture—but the electricity that danced across her skin, the heat of his touch, the way her pussy tightened, was anything but ordinary.

  “I need you to work some overtime tonight.”

  Amity swallowed down the lump in her throat, feeling as if she’d gotten a reprieve from the hangman’s noose.

  Thank you, God.

  “Um, okay.”

  She’d never been asked to stay for overtime before, but she knew she could use the money—and looking at his tight, square jaw and cool, intent hazel eyes, she knew he wasn’t going to let her get out of it with a lame excuse either.

  “Can you be discreet, Amity?” He leaned a hip against the lobby desk, turning toward her, his voice dropping to almost a whisper. “I need to trust that you can keep information confidential.”

  It took real effort to look him in the eye and not drop her gaze to his crotch, remembering the size of the erection he’d had during her punishments—and during her exam.

  “Of course. I pride myself on it. My friends all come to me because they know I won’t go blabbing sh—stuff.”

  “Good catch,” he said, eyes flashing.

  Her nipples tightened at that. It seemed he hadn’t forgotten everything after all.

  She hated that he was so strict with her about her foul language, but in a way, it did feel good not to do it. Perhaps not cursing so much had helped her feel slightly more… grown up?

  It made no sense of course, but little about Amity’s life was making sense of late.

  “I’ll send you the address in a few minutes—to your phone.”

  “My phone?” She took her headset off. “What address? Wouldn’t I be working… here?”

  Dane shook his head, pulling his black phone from his pocket, his thumbs moving over the screen rapidly.

  “Just texted it to you. You think you can find it?”

  “Deacon Road and 299th? North side of the county, right?”

  “Yep.”

  It wasn’t quite out in BFE, but it was close. Definitely outside the city, along the foothills to the mountains that loomed to their east. If her memory served, that area was mostly farms with a few new developments popping up. There’d be as many tractors on the road as there were cars.

  “So, what am I doing? I mean, with the overtime work?”

  She met his gaze and he just stared at her, his eyebrow raised expectantly.

  “Oh. Um, sir.”

  His pleased smile made her belly flutter again. Saying the word did still make her blush, at least a little. But the honorific didn’t feel strange anymore. No, not strange at all.

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