Her bright eyes stayed on my face, my cock still resting on her tongue. “Fifteen minutes now,” she reminded me, pulling away for a moment, not seeming at all bothered by the countdown.
I smirked down at her, then cupped the back of her head and guided my cock all the way into her mouth. I pushed past the resistance, enjoying the warm suction and the sensation of her gags as I reached her throat. With her at my mercy, I controlled every moment, every constriction of her throat and breath she pulled in.
I rolled my head onto my shoulder, mouth open as I watched.
“Suck harder.” I slapped her cheek, pressing my cock head against the inside so I could see it through her skin. Her suction picked up, fucking hoovering me in, trying to bob up and down while I held her still, her nose buried into my pubes.
When I noticed her eyes straining, I pulled free, gave her just enough time for a breath, then plunged back in. The sounds she made were obscene, and I just had to hope no one walked past and heard. If Mrs. Waddington stayed at reception, we’d be all good. If not, it wouldn’t just be Harper’s throat that was fucked.
She was sloppy, slurpy suction noises growing louder.
“Shut up,” I said, despite enjoying the noises, wanting them, reveling in them.
A look at the clock told me we were almost out of time, so I fucked harder, moving my hand to her throat to constrict it further. As her face turned red and her eyes bulged, I shot my cum right down her throat. She spluttered and guzzled, gulping down every drop, licking my spent cock as I pulled it free.
Her chest heaved, and she collapsed backward, at an awkward angle because of my poorly tied binding. After a beat, where I memorized the scene, I tucked my cock back in, pulling my pants up and buckling my belt. Then I was on my knees, yanking her face to look at mine, tugging her in so we were only inches apart, sharing the same breath. I realized we hadn’t even kissed.
I was tempted, just for a moment. My eyes flickered to her puffy red lips, her tongue darting out to soothe them.
“I think you’ve unlocked something in me, Miss Walton,” I told her, voice husky. “Something primal.”
Her answering grin told me she didn’t mind.
She left just before my next appointment, hustling out of the building with shaking legs and words on the tip of her tongue. I could see her wanting to speak, to clear the air, but she remained quiet. As did I.
A debate crossed my mind for a moment, whether to invite her to my home, or to book a hotel with her, but something about fucking her in my examination room made it so much more fun. I wanted her to come back, hoped she would. I wasn’t lying when I said she’d unlocked something in me. Though I’d always been a bit rougher with my partners, enjoying the more feral side of sex, with her… fuck, with her, it was something else. I could hardly stand to be around her for even a few minutes without wanting to ravage her. I didn’t even know her, but she looked like mine. She’d walked in and set off every alarm bell in my body. Mine.
Once she’d slipped away, I’d examined three more women without so much as a twinge. To me, looking at a vagina was akin to studying an elbow. Unless it was hers. I was on my knees for her, desperate for anything I could get from this twenty-three-year-old woman I knew nothing about beyond some medical history.
My apartment was close to my offices, so I chose to walk it and clear my head, marching through the rain like it might wash away all my sins. The weather was admonishing me, soaking through my coat in minutes. Washing away my sins… but maybe I didn’t want it to?
Five
Harper
“Wereallydoneedall your physical results back before we can approve the trip, Harper,” Dr. Blake, my professor, said while clicking through all the folders on his computer screen.
We were in his office, going through the final checklists for my trip in four weeks. A group of junior doctors and I were travelling to a postwar zone to supply aid. But they needed us in peak physical health — with proof — before we could go. The aid we would be supplying would be it. There would be no one there to check our pre-existing condition or regulate our diabetes or whatever else may flag up.
“But —” I paused, I’d been poked and prodded by every type of doctor possible to guarantee this trip. And everything had been fine. No weird lumps or raised blood whatever levels. I was all good. Twenty-six and thriving. I huffed a breath and watched Dr. Blake and his blasé attitude. “What’s missing?”
“Gynecological.” He clicked through a page, jotting something in his notes without looking at me.
What the fuck. What was Dr. Sterling trying to do? I’d visited him twice. Granted, I don’t think either time he’d examined me quite as he should, but this was madness on his part. He’d — well, he’d fucked me with his fingers and his mouth, I’d sucked his cock. Surely he wasn’t attempting to sabotage me now?
“I went twice,” I told Dr. Blake.
That caused his attention to turn to me. Long eyebrows crooking a little over wire-framed glasses as he pursed his lips. He’d been running trips like this for his entire forty years spanning career, and despite the humanitarian nature of them, he seemed a little over it.
“Why would you need to go twice unless there was a problem?” he asked.
I opened my mouth to reply, but couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just shrugged. “Shall I go again?”
My stomach clenched at the thought. Dr. Sterling had acted wild with me — we’d both felt it. Yeah, I wanted to go back. Couldn’t help but wonder if he’d set this up so I had to.
I’d always had a thing for being examined by medical professionals, always caused my parts to tingle… those little shivers when the stethoscope brushed against my chest, that rush of heated blood when the optician leaned in close, the intimacy. You name it, it got me hot.
I studied Dr. Blake, trying to figure out if there was a sexual bone anywhere in his body, if he did my examination, would I react like I had with Dr. Sterling? Did he ever think about dipping his mouth onto his patient’s pussy, or debate swallowing up a dick while giving a prostate exam? Even though it was Dr. Blake I was looking at, I felt those little frissons through my veins — his face replaced with Dr. Sterling, with the moment he caved… Fuck it, he’d said…
