For a split second, my eyes meet Salt’s in a strange, almost lava-hot stare. We both seem to realize it at the same time, that we’re both virgins. It creates something like a flash of understanding between us.
Dr. Lee turns to a compartment beneath the machine and pulls out a much thinner probe, replacing the gray monster with it. What the fuck? He had the smaller one right within reach the whole time? Was that intentional? He ran this whole scenario on us, what a bastard! I feel like kicking the damn machine.
He skillfully keeps provoking specific reactions in me, a twenty-year-old alpha, ramping up my biological claim on my mate.
Dr. Lee brings the smaller probe closer to the small pink star, that belongs only to me.
Wait, what?
The fuck did that idea come from? I’m going feral here, helplessly falling into his game.
But he’s just too good at this, I’m losing squarely. As he places it on the pink spot and starts to apply pressure, Salt resists again, his hips retreating, a sharp breath escaping him.
"I’m sorry, that won’t do. I can’t allow you to continue!" I burst out, sure he will start with some lecture about how he has to do a medical exam but, no!
"If Salt agrees, I can hand you the probe and you can insert it into his anus yourself," Dr. Lee says with ease, glancing from me to Salt.
Silence again.
Salt looks away. Dr. Lee waits, the probe held steady in his hand.
"Well? Salt? Would you like Eliano to do it instead of me?"
Salt’s cheeks flush a deep red.
"What do you prefer? Me or him."
His voice is softer than a whisper. "Him."
Dr. Lee rises with a self-satisfied smile and hands me the probe. It looks as if he wants to give himself a high five.
Yup. His plan worked as intended. Flawless execution.
Someone might say Dr. Lee is behaving unprofessionally, but that’s not true. I know he feels no sexual arousal at all. This is a scripted process, exactly how things are done in places like this, planned from the top down.
I take Dr. Lee’s seat and glance at the glove dispenser beside it, pulling out a pair. Then, feeling almost like a professional, I apply a generous amount of lubricant to the tip of the probe and to my left finger as well.
"Salt, may I touch you?" I ask quietly, calmly.
A small nod.
Interestingly, Dr. Lee retreats to the corner of the room and turns away from us.
Wow. Now he gives us privacy? What a snake.
I speak very quietly. "Can I touch… there?"
Another nod. He still does not look at me, his head turned to the side, eyes closed.
I start by lightly brushing his thigh so he knows where my hand is, then I slowly slide it along the length of his leg toward his perineum. I move intently, making sure Salt is aware exactly what I am doing, that he stays in control, that he can stop me at any moment.
When I reach the edge of his small pink star, the skin there smooth and delicate, I whisper again, "Is it okay?"
A tiny nod.
Very slowly, I trace a soft circle around it, barely applying any pressure at first, and even that makes a quiet breath slip from Salt’s throat.
The second circle is firmer, more confident, and this time the sound he makes is lower.
