“How did Claudia take your ending the relationship?”
“Just as you would expect her to take it.”
Cat chuckles. “That one is going to be trouble, Tristan.”
“She won’t; she’s too obedient to be a problem.”
“She’s no longer yours to order, and you shouldn’t forget that.”
Cats sits on the bed beside Emma Lia and lifts her arm, letting it drop on the bed like a rock before turning to look at me. “She has zero tone. Nothing but dead weight. I’m going to need your help moving and positioning her.”
“Just tell me what you need me to do.”
Cat opens her bag. “I assume that she needs STD testing? A complete panel?”
“Yes. Everything. I need one too since this is a new relationship.”
Easton is the only person that Claudia fucked while she was my submissive. I don’t think that he’d purposely put either of us at risk but Easton does what Easton wants. I have to know that I’m clean so that I don’t put Emma Lia at risk.
“You told me when you called that she needs an IUD placed as well?”
Abso-fucking-lutely. “Yes.”
“I’m assuming that you asked me to place it because she wants an IUD? Otherwise it would be completely unethical to place a birth control device in someone who hasn’t consented.”
My subs have always been conscious and consenting in the past. We’ve never had to address this bullshit about unethical practices. “I’m consenting on her behalf.”
“Tristan… you know that I can’t do that if she hasn’t given permission.”
I’m going to ease Cat’s conscience and shoulder the burden of this one on my own. “Of course, she wants the IUD. She’s my submissive and wants to make me happy. Neither of us want a pregnancy.”
Cat lifts a brow. “You’re such a fucking liar. But I’m going to place the IUD because I actually do believe the part about neither of you wanting a baby. And an IUD is easy enough to remove if that should change anytime in the near future.”
“It won’t change. At least not while she is my submissive. She can do whatever she likes once she moves on.”
Cat peeks beneath Emma Lia’s dress. “Those will have to come off before I can do her exam. Help me.”
We each tug on the waistband of the thong and drag it down her legs. When it’s free, I fist the silk and stuff it into my pocket.
“I saw that, you kinky motherfucker.”
“Just a little something to hold me over until I can have the real thing.”
Cat grabs her ankles and pulls, but Emma Lia’s body barely budges. No surprise there. Cat is a very small woman. “Help me pull her down in the bed until her buttocks are nearly hanging off the edge.”
Buttocks. Doctor lingo.
I grasp her ankles and do as Cat instructs. A first. “What now?”
“Cup your hands around the bottom of her feet and push her legs back so her knees fall far apart.”
Most people would feel some kind of discomfort or remorse or guilt for doing this—looking at her pussy while she’s unconscious—but the only thing that I feel is the rush of blood to my dick.
I’ve looked at a lot of pussy in my time, but I swear that I’ve never seen a prettier one than hers.
Cat inserts a metal speculum, twists a knob to crank open her vagina, and collects the samples that she’ll need for that part of the STD testing. I look away while she inserts the IUD. Not a turn-on.
“Look down here over my shoulder. I want to show you something.”
