The office was finally quiet as I sat cross-legged on the patient chair in the surgical suite, the stack of charts from the day’s surgeries piled on my lap. I was busy transferring notes to the third chart when I noticed him leaning against the door frame with his arms folded across his chest. He’d changed out of his scrubs and was impeccably dressed in black pants and a white button down shirt.
“You know, this would go a lot faster if you’d help me.”
“You mean the sooner we get it done, the sooner we can play doctor?”
I laughed. “Maybe.”
Grabbing the charts from my lap, he tossed them onto the counter without taking his eyes off of me. He lowered the chair until I lay flat on my back and kissed me deeply, holding my lip between his teeth as he pulled away.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all day.”
“Anything else?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
He stripped me of my clothes and held my wrists together in one hand as he undid his belt with the other. Knowing what was coming next, I couldn’t help but smile as he pulled the strap from his waist and wrapped it tightly around my wrists. He moved my arms above my head and I winced as the leather pinched my skin when he secured me to the headrest above.
His gaze intensified as he trailed his fingertips down my naked body as if he was memorizing a road map. He paused when he reached my knees and I wondered where his skilled fingers would graze me next. His touch was gentle but deliberate as he spread my legs, never breaking contact with my skin. And when he placed his hand on my swollen folds and pushed his middle finger deep inside, I thought I would come undone.
“You will not move. Understood?”
“Yes,” I replied, barely more than an unsteady whisper.
A flush blossomed across my body and a thin veil of sweat formed on my skin. Despite the heat, my teeth began to chatter as my will began to crumble. I held my breath, resisting the need to open my legs wider and rock my hips against the palm of his hand. I trembled uncontrollably as I battled for control of my body. It became clear I was going to lose.
“Please.”
Brushing my cheek with his fingers, he seemed to take pleasure in my struggle. He’d pushed me until he had me exactly where he wanted me; on the edge begging for release.
He smiled. “Now.”
You’ve passed the wet test, honey. Brava!
Thank you, Anna!
Oh, this was nice. Doctor, doctor.