Page 307 of Trouble from Abroad
“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.
“NotMia. 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.”
