"Clothes go on the chair.I would have you shower, but we're in a bit of a time crunch.Your Alpha will be here soon, and there are things I need to check beforehand.On the table when you're ready."
My fingers tremble as I work at the buttons of my shirt.Before now, it was all theoretical.Now, I'm face to face with my decisions.I drop my shirt onto the chair and work at my pants.Once I'm in my fancy bra and thong, I stand there, doing my best not to cover up.
The doctor glances over at me and frowns."What are you waiting for?A private invitation?Naked.Now.Stop wasting my time."
There's a slight growl in his voice as he stares at me, waiting for me to comply.The barely leashed command sends a spike of unwanted arousal through me as my knees knock.I don’t want to feel this way toward him.It’s not at all what I want.
As I reach behind me to unhook my bra, I study the Alpha, looking for signs that things might go wrong.Though he watches me, there doesn't seem to be any hint of arousal—only annoyance.That’s a relief at least.
As I drop my bra on top of my shirt, he turns back around in a huff.The woman who led me in just stands there, clipboard in hand, her expression passive.I know it said a doctor's examination, but I didn't realize it would be this intimate.When she asked if I had more questions, I should have thought harder.
By the time my thong lies on top of the rest of my clothes, goosebumps explode over my skin.Each gust of cool air makes my nipples harden as my pussy pulses with nervous arousal.All sense of it evaporates as I force myself over to the table.As the doctor watches me, I can see and feel the annoyance practically dripping off him.
"Did you miss the part where I said we were on a time crunch?I swear to God the omegas get more entitled.Lie down so we can get this over with."
Once I'm flat, he pulls out a set of stirrups like the one my gyno uses.Only, with her, I don't have to worry about being a virgin or not.She doesn't care.She just uses a smaller speculum.
With this doctor, however, his touch is rough, tinged with aggravation.He grabs my hips and hauls me down before securing my feet in the cold metal, spreading my legs wide, exposing everything.Within moments, he pulls up the straps and wrenches them over me, keeping me in place.
I try to move but can't.Shit.I’m completely helpless, vulnerable, and at his mercy.A slight grin lifts the corner of his lips as he slides on his gloves and goes back down to where my legs are spread open.
"Squirm all you want," he murmurs."It will only make it rougher for you."
Is that a threat?Glancing back over to the other woman, I note the bored expression on her face as she looks at her nails.I guess it's okay if she's not reacting.
"Entrance is small.She might have issues with larger Alphas."One loud squirt of what I assume is lube is all the warning I get before he rams a finger inside me.The sudden intrusion is rough and uncomfortable as he stretches out my pussy, bringing a spark of humiliated tears to my eyes."Ring is also very tight.No hymen that I can feel, but seeing as she's not a virgin, it would be odd to find it."
A breath of relief slips through my lips.He doesn't know.He can't tell.Thank goodness.One test down.The beta scribbles notes as the doctor curls his finger, pressing it hard against my g-spot.Despite the pain and humiliation of his actions, a soft, guttural moan pours from my lips as I thrash.
"Good lubrication.This omega responds to roughness."
I suppose this is punishment for going through with all this.Though, in my defense, this was not mentioned on the website at all.How would I have known?But then, if the doctor is this rough, what will happen when I have an Alpha who wants to fuck me in the throes of his rut?
At least with this doctor, I'm sure I can yell at him to stop, and the exam will be over.Will another Alpha even listen?For the first time since signing up, fear—pure terror—winds its way around my spine in an icy coil.
The stench fills the air as the doctor continues to pump his finger in and out, fucking me as I lie there, helpless.The wet sounds are beyond obscene in the quiet room, making heat warm my cheeks.Once he eases it out, I let go of my breath, thinking it's about to be over.Only, it's not.
Two thick digits rest at my entrance, poised for a second before he forces them in, stretching me wider than I've ever been, burning me, making me so full.The scream hovering at the back of my throat comes out as a fevered moan instead of a scared cry for help.My fingernails scrape along the thick padding, but it doesn't stop.
He's relentless.His fingers pound into me, making my body wet, hot, and feverish.He finger fucks me hard and fast, clinical and detached while I'm forced to take it.I want to tell him no.I want to tell him I don't want this.But I can't.The need to come is far too great, and the need to make money is even greater.
Gritting my teeth, I try to let myself go, to picture someone else, anyone else doing these things to me.At first, I try picturing the hero from my most recent story, but that doesn't work.Nothing works.Not until I picture the one person I've been avoiding the most…
Nate.
I scrunch my eyes shut as I picture my stepbrother hovering over me, his thick, capable fingers sliding in and out as he lectures me on what I'm doing.Is this what you wanted, little stepsister?To be used like a whore?To let strangers fuck you?Of course his voice is rough, angry, and possessive.He's furious.Yes.Frustrated.For sure.But he pours it out into my body, disciplining me with his words and hands, punishing me for being such a filthy slut, for wanting this, for needing it.
A startled scream erupts from my throat as the doctor toys with my clit, sending me hurtling over the edge.Sanity hovers at the edge of my brain as my inner walls clamp down on his fingers, pulsing and gushing slick as I imagine it's Nate making me come.Pleasure, pain, longing, fear, and humiliation all coalesce into one point of undeniable ecstasy.Thankfully, the doctor continues to rock in and out, riding out my orgasm until I jerk away as everything becomes far too sensitive.
"Finally," he grumbles as he takes his gloves off."When you meet with your physicians, have them check the levels of your suppressants.It shouldn't have taken you that long to orgasm."His words douse me like a bucket of cold water as he pulls away and skims my chest."Nipples taut.Even color.Areola is somewhat pleasing."
My lips turn down into a frown as I listen to him rattle off my "attributes."Somewhat pleasing?Though I long to ask him what exactly he meant, I want nothing more than to be done with all of it.Meeting the Alpha assigned to me is bound to be more pleasant than this.
He plucks the hardened peaks and hums under his breath as he stands there, pinching them roughly, testing their sensitivity."Sensitive enough, I suppose.Now for the labs."
This time, it's not him doing the collection.He goes over and washes his hands as the beta puts a needle into the crook of my arm."Small pinch."
After what just happened, at least this assessment is accurate.I barely feel it as the point slips beneath the skin.Once she's done getting my blood, she puts it into a machine that whirs to life before displaying a mass of readouts I don't understand.
