I watch her shoulders tense, her body fighting the urge to squirm. The layers of my clothes drape around her when I lean over as I slide my free hand down, over the curve of her hip, into the warm space between her thighs. Her pussy flutters aroundmy fingers.
“Your pulse is elevated,” I rasp against her ear. “Patient seems… worked up.”
“Wonder whose fault that is,” she answers, voice shaky.
I smile into her hair. “Careful. Smart mouths get longer exams.”
“I’m just… anxious for the next course of treatment, Doctor,” she mutters low now.
She goes quiet after that, but the way her legs press into my hand gives her need away. I straighten, keeping one hand firm on her lower back as I shrug my shirt the rest of the way. Coat goes back on like she ordered. She wants the fantasy? She’ll get it. Stethoscope too.
“Feet a little wider,” I say. “Good. Hold that position.”
She does, body open and waiting on my desk. I take a second to take her in—heels on, back arched, hair mussed from my fingers, pretending this is still a game when we both know we’re indulging our true selves.
“This is what happens when you ignore symptoms, Miss,” I tell her, pulling my zip down and my dick out. It’s rock hard and fucking impatient. “They get worse. They spread. They demand more… aggressive treatment.”
“Aggressive treatment, Doctor?” she asks, feigning concern.
“That’s right.” I slide in closer behind her, hands settling on her hips before I spread her cheeks. “Intensive. Hands-on.”
She swallows, throat bobbing against the desk. “Whatever you think is best.”
“Good girl,” I say, fingers tightening. “Now don’t move. This part of the exam requires precision.”
I line us up, her body already soft and pliant under mygrip. For a beat, I just hold her there, head at her entrance, letting the tension coil, letting her feel exactly how thoroughly I plan to take care of her. “My tongue took the first sample. My cock will take the rest.”
My hands roam all over her back and ass.
“Patients don’t get to make a mess of my workplace.” I circle her slick pussy with my crown, getting my dick nice and wet to enter her. “I’m going to chase every drop with my cock and push it back inside.” I start sliding in, slowly enough for her to feel every ridge. “This cum never goes to waste. It either goes on my hand, my tongue, or my cock. Understood?”
She’s sucking me in with her pussy, fingers curling against the wood.
“Are those… doctor’s orders?”
Little brat. I pull back, dick half slick, and inch forward hard.
The rest of the exam is anything but gentle.
“You bet your ass they are. Look to your right. Glass cabinet.”
She rises to her toes when she sees our reflection. “Oh, God. Oh, Doc.”
“That’s exactly how you make me feel. Now take a dose of your medicine. And look at me while I fuck you. I want to see your flushed face when I bottom out.”
Mia pushes back, meeting my every thrust, whimpering under her breath as I give it to her. Her medicine, my cure.
I set a mean pace and find her clit, circling and pinching until she’s fluttering around me, tight as a fist, and bringing me tosanity’s edge.
Mia gives a silent sob into her arm, and I grunt into her back, our releases tumbling together.
When we get up, my desk is a disaster, and my ‘patient’ can barely stand without using me as a crutch. I clean us up as best I can, help her back into her clothes, and shrug out of my coat.
“Are you sure you can’t take this home?” she asks, running a hand over the white fabric on the hanger.
“I’ll grab a clean one on our way out, you little minx.” She huffs a laugh, still flushed, a little less wobbly. “Let's go home,” I say as I take her hand and head for the door. “The clinic is now closed. But consider yourself admitted to house care.”
CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
