Jennifer Kacey (3 page)

“Access?” she whispered. Before she could say anything else in response, he loosened the second tie. Cool air raced across her skin as he slowly pulled apart the gown at the back.

Down her arms, he tugged the thin fabric until she stood almost bare before him.

Awareness tingled along her limbs as the doctor stared at her.

She couldn’t see his eyes but she felt his gaze on her. Everywhere.

Instead of putting the gown behind her so she could tuck herself back into some form of covering, he draped it across the exam table.

She cleared her throat. “What are you doing? I thought you said it was supposed to close in the front.”

“It is.” That was all he said as he lifted her arm. Turning her hand over, he ran his fingers along her flesh. “But I think the gown will just get in the way. And you’re already out of it.” He said it so matter-of-factly. With authority. Dominant authority.

She closed her eyes and hummed in her throat, despite how hard she tried to clamp it off. “What are you doing?” she asked again. Unable to open her eyes, she relaxed into his touch and leaned back a tiny bit against the front edge of the table

“Examining you.” The rough timbre of his voice changed and awareness raced up her spine.

“Why?” The simple question slipped out when there were a million other things she should have asked.

He paused.

Aslan opened her eyes and gasped.

Zeke stared back at her. He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, running the tips of two of his fingers down her jaw. “Because you want me to. Isn’t that right?”

What a complicated question.

She mumbled something in response that wasn’t even any kind of real answer.

Releasing her arm, Dr. Zeke stepped forward, boxing her in. “Honesty, Mrs. Smythe. There’s nothing more important between a doctor and his…” He glanced at her bare nipples and back up her body, snaring her with his intense gaze. “Patient.”

She bit her lip, unable to look away from him. From the fantasy she’d buried so deep only her subconscious would let it come out to play. “Yes.” One syllable exploded out of her, even though it was probably barely loud enough for him to hear.

He reached up and touched her throat, her shoulder, her collar bone. But then he paused, glancing back up to lock gazes with her once again. “All of you or just certain parts of you?”

“What do you mean?”

“These parts?” His thumb dragged down her sternum and then paused again.

She sucked in a deep breath as he moved his palm over to cup her breast. The same thumb now circled intimately against her nipple.

“Or all of your parts, Mrs. Smythe? I want you to be very clear about what you want my help with. Very clear.”

The hypnotic rhythm of his thumb echoed against her clit as if he touched her there, too. She closed her eyes and huffed out the breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.

Dr. Zeke moved closer against her but never stopped his touch on her nipple or the phantom pressure on her clit. A whisper of air fluttered against her lips a moment before he spoke. “You need this. You ache for this. Everything I can give you. A fantasy. It’s your turn to ask for what you want. So, be brave. What do you want?”

“You.”

“You’ve got me. But what do you want from me? Just to talk?” He brushed his knuckles below the swell of one of her breasts and then the other. “Or…”

He left it open ended. Even in her dream, she wanted him to make the decision. He knew what she wanted, if that look in his eyes was any indication, so why didn’t he just take it? Take her? Strap her down to the table and probe her?

“Because I want the words, Mrs. Smythe.”

She bit her lip again. Talk about loving it when he called her by her married name. Sucking in a deep breath, she relaxed into his touch and decided to ask for what she wanted. “I want a thorough examination…doctor.”

His grin.

Stuff wet dreams were made of.

“And a thorough examination you will get.” He backed up a step and stared down at her feet.

She curled her toes and grinned when he raised his eyebrows at her.

“The socks are a nice touch.”

“It’s chilly in here,” she offered by way of explanation.

“Well, let’s see about warming you up, shall we?” Without waiting for an answer, he took her shoulders and turned her around. His hands were firm but gentle as he moved more of her hair over her shoulder, exposing the column of her back to him.

Artwork was hung on the wall she faced and she watched him in the reflection of the glass as he touched her skin, examined her. Touching the inside of her knee, he urged her legs wider and she shuddered. Embarrassment tried to creep in when he grabbed one of those short little rolling stools and pulled it closer. Before taking a seat, he crowded in close behind her and pried her hands off the edge of the table where she had a death grip on the padded surface.

“You seem to be shaking a bit. I think I’ll have you lay down for your added comfort. ‘First, do no harm’,” he growled and nipped at her earlobe. He pinned her lower body to the table and pushed her torso down onto the padded table in front of her. Stretching her hands up, he wrapped her fingers around the edge of the table on either side of her face. “Something for you to hold onto. The exam’s about to get a bit…deeper.”

“Oh, fuck,” she cursed.

“Only if you’re a very good girl, Mrs. Smythe. Stay right there so I can grab the rest of what I need.” He stepped beside her and grabbed a rolling metal tray. He moved the contents of the tools and gloves needed for her internal exam from the counter onto the metal.

The paper beneath her crinkled as she shifted nervously against the table.

A knock came at the door to the room a second before someone opened it.

Aslan froze in place as the nurse spoke. “Are you ready for me to assist, doctor?”

With no outward reaction in his voice, Dr. Zeke answered, “We’re actually still talking and need some privacy. Let everyone else know I’ll be occupied for a while longer.”

“Yes, doctor.” Then she was gone, closing the door behind her.

Aslan’s entire body sagged against the table and then she sucked in a sharp breath when the man beside her pulled on medical gloves.

Snapping them in place, he caught her gaze one last time before pulling the cart behind her and settling on the stool.

She jumped when the smooth gloves touched the back of one of her thighs.

“So jumpy. How delicious. Since you can’t see me from this position, how about I walk you through everything one step at a time?”

“Th-th-that would be great. Thank you.”

“Such nice manners.”

A grin lifted her lips at his praise and then her mouth popped open and stayed that way when he pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and licked the tight hole of her ass.

“I seem to have misplaced my lube.”

Aslan glanced to the counter where the lube still sat on the edge.

“So, I’m just lubing you up.”

“For what?” She wanted to know his answer more than she wanted her next breath.

“To take your temperature, naturally.” He licked her ass again and more liquid spilled from her sex.

“Didn’t the nurse already take my temperature when I got here?”

“Of course, but I’m a very hands-on physician and this way is much,
much
more accurate.” He picked something off the metal table and it clincked against the surface. “Here we go, now.” He slid something cold, thin, and long inside her ass and held it with one of his hands. “This won’t take long.”

Her pussy and ass clenched on the invasion and pleasure raced to her pelvis. A tiny moan slipped free and she gripped the table harder.

“Your pussy is practically dripping, Mrs. Smythe.” He adjusted his hold on the thermometer and used his free hand to gather her wetness along his glove-covered digits. Swirling the moisture around the entrance to her pussy, he spread it to her clit. The sensitive nub quivered at his touch and her back arched, trying to get closer.

“I’m gonna come.” She said the words as if they were a question. He’d barely touched her. It was hardly more than simple contact. Yet, she was literally a few tiny circles on her clit from humping the table and begging him to fuck her.

“So delicious,” he whispered as he pulled the thermometer from her ass. “A perfect temperature, Mrs. Smythe. Utterly perfect. Let me just note this in your file.”

Then his hands were gone, but his touch wasn’t completely absent somehow. It was almost as if a ghost touch was still there taunting her, seducing her.

With her head to the side, Aslan whimpered as she watched him take her file off the counter and unhook a pen at the top to make a note. He glanced at her paperwork, scowled, flipped to a second page, stared at it again and then flipped everything back. “It seems something is missing.”

“What?” Aslan queried.

“A urine sample. Did the nurse not ask you to leave one before she brought you in here?” His gaze bored into hers and she couldn’t speak.

All she could do was shake her head.

“So hard to find good help these days. No worries.” He set her chart on the counter again and turned around. Opening doors on the cabinets above, he removed several bins and then pushed them back into place. “Ah, here we go.” He pulled a white tray down and pulled something out in a clear and white wrapper. “Since you’re already here and not exactly dressed to walk back in the hall, I’d hate to have to stop the exam for something so simple.” He grabbed a clear plastic cup with a green lid from another cabinet and wrote something on it. Closing the cabinet doors, he turned around to move back behind her.

The entire room was still hazy all around her, but not him. Not what he carried.

“Is that a catheter?” she breathed out. Air moved in and out of her lungs as if she were right on the verge of coming again. It was almost as if he’d never stopped touching her. Her nipples beaded harder beneath her and she worked her hips as her clit jumped beneath his phantom touch.

“It most certainly is. No need to worry. This won’t hurt a bit.” He took a seat on the stool again behind her and moved closer once again.

She wanted to watch him. She needed to get up on her elbows and stare at him as he penetrated her fourth hole, but she couldn’t move. Couldn’t even budge when she tried to lift her head.

Paper and plastic separated as he ripped opened the package holding the thin plastic tube.

“Oh, God,” she praised as he slid two fingers down the lips of her sex. He separated her sensitive labia to expose her pee hole to him, brushing against her clit again.

“Such a good girl,” he told her.

The tip of the catheter touched the opening and her orgasm swallowed her whole.

Her eyelids slammed shut and she shouted.

“Aslan, fuck. Just fuck. I’m gonna come so hard. Aslan…” Zeke growled in her ear.

Awareness catapulted her into the here and now in less than a couple seconds as she continued to come.

In their room, in their bed, Zeke was on top of her, pressing her into the mattress.

She was on her stomach, grabbing two of the iron rods on their headboard.

Zeke was buried deep inside her pussy, fucking her hard. He had a hand in her hair, holding her in place and a hand beneath her with his fingers strumming her clit.

She cursed long and low as he wrung more and more pleasure from her shuddering nubbin. Her feet were wrapped over his calves as he thrust into her greedy sex again and again.

“So dirty, Aslan. Your pussy is dripping all over my fingers. Letting me examine you in your dreams. Your holes at my disposal. Fuck. I’m gonna fill your pussy with my cum. Are you ready for it? Fuck,” he groaned and thankfully, he didn’t wait for an answer.

He shoved in balls deep and came.

Aslan jerked when the first jet of cum shot from the end of his cock. Unable to stop, she humped his fingers trapped beneath her.

In short prods, he continued to fill her sex as he rubbed her clit with tight little strokes.

Pleasure rolled through her body in waves and she giggled in the dark beneath the man of her dreams.

“Fuck, I love it when you giggle after you come.” For a few more strokes, he stayed buried inside her and he rested his forehead down on the side of her head at her temple. He finally released his grip on her hair.

“I was having the sexiest dream,” she mumbled, as it began to fade back into her deep subconscious.

He kissed her cheek. “Hold that thought. I’ll be right back.” He pulled out of her and they both groaned. “Lemme get you cleaned up.”

“Just stay.” Aslan tried to pull him back but she had no strength. He’d completely fucked it out of her.

Zeke chuckled. “I don’t think you know how wet you were. ‘Wet spot’ will have a new meaning if I don’t clean you up a bit.” He yawned on the way to the bathroom.

Aslan caught the yawn and then asked, “What time is it?”

“Almost three,” he answered on the way back to bed. With a washrag, he cleaned her up.

Shifting her legs to give him more room, she inhaled. “The bed is soaked.”

“I know.” He said it as if he were the king of the world.

“Seriously.” Reaching down, she ran her fingers over the sheet. “Did I pee the bed?”

“Nope.” Confidence dripped from the simple word. “Fuck, you’re hot.” He moved back to the bathroom and came back with a towel. “Lift up your hips.”

“I don’t know if I can, after coming that hard.” She struggled but he helped get the towel beneath her so she didn’t have to sleep in the wet spot. “What happened?” The dream had already faded to where she couldn’t think of many specifics at all. “Something about a doctor’s office.”

Climbing back in bed he covered both of them up and pulled her close. “You were having the most vivid dream. Talking in your sleep even. So dirty. Do you remember it?” He yawned and settled against her again. They both still twitched from coming so hard.

Aslan tried to concentrate but sexual satisfaction settled in her brain and quickly pulled her back toward sleep. “No. Nothing really. Wish I could remember.” She yawned again and completely relaxed. “Whatever it was, it sure was hot.”