“Let me know if you feel any discomfort.”
I nodded.
He continued his prodding exam, persistent fingers making their way under my jaw, then my collarbone. When he went to untie the gown, heat slammed into me.
“I’ll do my best to keep you covered as much as I can,” he said, as though he was being professional.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
He pulled the gown back, revealing my right breast. His hands were warm and demanding, although they felt almost clinical as they pressed around the soft tissue. It was hard not to be turned on by what he was doing. That was what did it for me, I guess. Knowing he was in charge and I was under his care…it made my pussy throb with need.
“Are you doing monthly breast exams?” he asked.
“I am,” I confirmed. And it was actually the truth. My real doctor said it was important, so I followed her instructions to the letter.
“Very good.”
His hands were warm as he kneaded my flesh. His fingers brushed over my nipple as he put the gown back in place before performing the same steps on my other breast. My nipples were hard, but he pretended not to notice.
When he was done, he covered me again before jotting something down on his paper.
“When’s the last time you had a pelvic exam, Miss Wagner?”
Maintaining the ruse, I shrugged. “It’s been a while.”
He made another note before returning to the table and pulling out the stirrups. I found it interesting that the man had an actual medical table, complete with stirrups, in his playroom. He was obviously fond of this particular scene.
Gentle hands situated my feet into the contraptions, which then forced my legs wide. Once I was in place, he pushed the extension back into the table. I tried to close my knees, but his big hands slid up to my thighs, gently pressing them open.
“This won’t hurt,” he informed me. “I’m going to need to open the gown.”
I nodded but stared up at the ceiling.
Cool air caressed my skin as he pulled the gown back, revealing my most private parts. Unlike at the real doctor, I was immensely turned on, eager. I wanted his hands to explore me.
“You’re rather wet, Miss Wagner,” he said, his tone professional as his eyes met mine.
I blushed.
“Is this a normal occurrence for you?”
Where he was concerned, absolutely.
I nodded.
“Well, please relax.”
Focusing on my breathing, I continued to stare at the ceiling as his warm hands slid between my legs.
“I’m going to poke and prod a bit,” he informed me. “I will just be using my fingers.”
Swallowing hard and feeling deliciously naughty, I nodded my understanding.
For several minutes, Master Parker teased my pussy with gentle fingers, gliding over my labia before compressing and rubbing my puffy outer lips. His fingers moved on to my clitoris, where he pulled back the hood, then held the sensitive bundle of nerves between his finger and thumb, massaging it. There was no denying how deliciously wicked his examination was.
He lifted his head. “How many fingers can you usually take in your pussy, Miss Wagner?”
Okay, so that was definitely not something my doctor had ever asked. The dirty words made my body tremble. Staying in character, I answered, allowing a slight tremor into my voice. “Mostly one. Sometimes two.”
“Very well. I’ll start with one, but I’ll gradually move to three. I’d like to see how well your inner muscles can stretch.”
Oh, God.
Master Parker’s finger pushed into me. It was a gradual move, inching in slow and easy, brushing over nerve endings that were now greedy for stimulation.
I held back a moan as he fucked me with one finger. It was a leisurely in-and-out motion, certainly not enough to bring me to orgasm.
“I’m adding a second finger,” he informed me as though that was the professional way to handle things. Never mind the fact that he was finger-fucking me in his mock exam room.
I sucked in a breath when he pushed in two thick fingers.
“You’re very tight, Miss Wagner. Your pussy’s squeezing my fingers nicely.”
A real blush infused my face and neck, heat swamping me.
I inhaled sharply, my hips bucking off the table as he fucked me more insistently with two fingers. Then suddenly he stopped.
“I’ll be right back, Miss Wagner. I need to consult with my partner. I’d like him to provide a second opinion.”
My eyes were wide as I watched him disappear from the room. I hadn’t expected this strange turn of events.
That didn’t mean I wasn’t curious about what was about to happen.
I most certainly was.
Forty
I REMAINED EXACTLY HOW I was, spread open with my feet in the stirrups, for what felt like a ridiculously long time. When the door finally opened, I held my breath in anticipation.
“I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Miss Wagner,” Master Parker said as he entered the room, followed by Ben. “It’s been a busy day. I hope you don’t mind that I’m going to examine my other patient while I wait for my partners to respond to my request.”
