by Madison Faye
But it made no difference.
Jackson Brody — God he was gorgeous. Tall, broad shoulders, and built like a freaking Greek statue. That dark hair, like mine, and those piercing dark eyes — different from my crystal blue ones.
Those powerful, warm hands, and the way he’d touched me.
I shivered as I paused at door to Doctor Petite’s exam room.
This was ridiculous. Doctor Brody was just that, a doctor, and this was me being, well, weird. I shouldn’t have been fantasizing about my doctor. I mean, it was bad enough what happened before, during the last exam. He hadn't said anything though.
…I hope he hadn't noticed, well…that.
God I hope he hadn't.
But thankfully, even if part of me wished I was, I wasn’t seeing him today. And I probably wouldn’t ever. The scheduling issue had been fixed, and it would be pudgy, grey-haired, sixty-year-old Doctor Petite who would be examining me today to make sure I was fertile.
Yes, I did actually just say that.
I was nineteen years old, I’d barely ever even been kissed, and I was in the most expensive fertility clinic in New York City to make sure I could pop babies out.
If you want to know why, the short answer was: “because my family is insane.”
When you came from a family like mine, with the pedigree that came with it, there were certain…expectations. No, it’s not like I had an arranged marriage or something barbaric like that, but this was way worse. Definitely creepier.
You see, my parents had sent me here for these series of tests and exams to make sure I’d be able to have children. It was all part of the machine of how the rich married rich and stayed rich. My being “capable” was all part of the package, so when the time came — and it would be soon — for me to find someone of suitable equal ranking socially and economically, they’d already know there’d be no problem popping out kids.
Yeah, it’s as fucked up as it sounds.
It’s not that I was against kids, and I wasn’t, at all. I loved kids, and I’d have probably have gone into early childhood psychiatry if I’d had my way. Except, I hadn’t had my way, and studying psychology or pre-med was all wrong for a “girl like me,” or so my parents thought. No, for me, if I even went to college, it would be for something easy like English Lit. Something useless, and something to talk about at cocktail parties.
So that's why I was there — nineteen, with zero experience, seeing if I was capable of giving birth. I mean, jeez, I’d have to have sex first. I instantly blushed, thinking of Dr. Brody.
Of Jackson.
I blushed and shivered again as I stepped into the exam room and closed the door. Part of me pouted that I’d have boring Doctor Petite again. But then, at least what happened last time wouldn’t happen again.
…You know, when I’d gotten soaking wet — noticeably so — with just my panties on, right in front of Doctor Brody.
I cringed, blushing at the thought as I sat on the edge of the table, facing away from the door. The exam was really nice — not sterile and all fluorescent lights like most places. The lighting here was lowered, the floor hardwood, the furniture top of the line and beautiful.
I hope he hadn’t noticed — Jackson, that is, last week with my panties. If he had, he certainly hadn’t said anything. But just the same, a part of me was relieved to be seeing the very not-panty-wetting Doctor Petite.
I toyed with my hands, looking at them and blushing again as I replayed my schoolgirl crush on the gorgeous doctor. I’d googled him, like a total weirdo. I knew he was the head of this clinic, and had huge respect in the pre-natal and neonatal medical world. I knew he was one of the youngest doctors to ever become head of a clinic this prestigious — or any, at that. He was thirty-two, and unmarried. No girlfriend or anything either, as far as I could see from stalking his Facebook page.
I felt the heat creep up, remembering how I’d poured over the pictures on his page — him sweating and grinning after running a triathlon. Jackson looking freaking delicious in just a pair of short, perfectly fitting swim trunks, shirtless and looking like a fucking god at the beach.
…Hey, I was a virgin, but a girl has thoughts.
I remembered the late nights over the last week, panting under the covers in my bedroom as my fingers slid between my legs. I remembered whimpering into my pillow, and pretending it was his hands pushing my legs wide apart, and telling me what he was going to do to—
“Ada.”
I almost shrieked as the voice from my naughty daydream rumbled through the room, from the doorway behind me I hadn’t heard open. I froze, the blood turning to fire in my veins and my heart leaping into my throat.
That voice.
That deep, resonating, powerful voice that triggered something inside of me.
Jackson.
The voice from behind me was Doctor Brody, and when I heard him step inside and shut the door with a loud click behind him, I felt my whole body tremble.
“I’ve been waiting for you, Ada.”
Oh God.
Chapter 2
Jackson
It was the scent of her shampoo that hit me first, just like it had the last time — something subtle and floral, with a hint of citrus that drove me fucking wild. I growled to myself as I inhaled sharply, filling my senses with her as my eyes drank her in.
Fuck she was beautiful.
Even sitting facing away from me, everything about her made my cock swell in my pants — throbbing to full length between my thighs as my balls tingled. That long dark hair, unfettered and tumbling down her lithe back. Those impish shoulders, and her bare arms under the short-sleeved blouse.
…That sweet little heart-shaped ass of hers, perched on the edge of the exam table. She was wearing yoga pants — God bless yoga pants — and they hugged every sweet, tempting curve of that little peach of a butt so fucking perfectly that all it did was make my cock throb even harder.
“I’ve been waiting for you, Ada,” I purred.
And I had been. Achingly so. Going out of my fucking mind doing it. Last time had been dangerous. Last time, I’d come close to throwing my entire career away for this angel, and I would have, if she’d asked me.
But where last time had been a mistake, this time was all my own doing. This time, I’d made damn sure Roger Petite was preoccupied with other patients. Because this time, there’d be no confusion — no mistakes.
This time, she’d be mine.
Ada Chase — my fucking obsession. My all-consuming, body-engulfing lust.
First, I was going to make her beg.
Second, I was going to make her mine.
And third? Well, third was the best part.
Third was me putting a baby in that fertile young womb. And after that, she’d be mine. After that, I’d steal her away from all of this if I had to.
I’d been lost the second I’d walked into this very room the last time, a week before. I’d been a goner the minute I laid eyes on her, and smelled that shampoo, and saw that impossibly sweet innocence in her eyes. She’d opened those tempting, pink lips, and I’d been lost.
Fuck the medical code of conduct. Forget professionalism. I wanted her, and since then, it’d only gotten a million times worse. Since then, she’d consumed my every thought and kept my cock hard almost for a week straight.
Since last time.
One week before:
“Nice to meet you, Doctor Brody.”
Fuck. The way my name rolled off that soft tongue and over those sweet lips had my body tingling with need. The way she flushed — her cheeks burning as she looked away, as if she were embarrassed.
I’d just introduced myself to this perfect creature, after explaining the scheduling error with Doctor Petite.
“Are—” She swallowed thickly, her bright blue eyes darting to mine. Christ, that soft, lily-white skin with that dark brown hair and that smattering of freckles across her impossibly cute nose had me drowning in her already.
“Are w
e doing an exam today?”
She was nervous. I got that. After all, it’s not like a fertility exam was ever a breeze, but it didn’t help that I wasn’t the doctor she’d been seeing on the first few visits to the clinic.
“No, Ms. Chase, we’re not.”
I wish.
God help me, I wished. Forget professionalism, and boundaries, and my own oaths. Forget the doctor in me. The fucking caveman in me wants to touch every single inch of her body.
She sat there in her black yoga pants and a loose, grey, sleeveless top — her hair undone and tumbling down one shoulder, and one soft, succulent, glistening lip caught between her teeth. I wanted to tear those clothes off of her piece by piece, like a present for me to unwrap until she was naked before me. And then, I wanted to feel how soft that skin was. I wanted to see if her nipples were as pink as her cheeks, and I wanted to spread those pretty legs and run my tongue across a pussy I could only imagine tasted like candy.
Somehow, I got ahold of myself. How, I’m not entirely sure.
“No, today is all exterior. We’re using the new external imaging tech to take a look at everything inside. It’s a bit like a sonogram.”
She nodded, still nervously chewing that lip in the most tantalizing fucking way, to the point where I could barely concentrate on making words.
“Why don’t you go ahead and lie back.”
Then I want you to spread your legs, pull your knees back to your shoulders, and show me how wet that tight little pussy is.
I growled to myself, my jaw tightening as I tried to calm down.
“Like this?”
Fuck her voice was so sweet, like honey, and the way she looked up at me as she lay back in the reclined patient chair had something sparking inside my chest.
“Just like that.”
I grabbed the imaging device — it really was just like a sonogram — and turned back to her.
“Lift your shirt up.”
I fucking growled it, like a demand. Like I was telling someone I’d just brought home to do it, and not a patient.
Get a fucking hold of yourself.
“Over your stomach,” I added quickly, seeing the flush creep into her cheeks.
But Ada had nodded and slowly she’d reached down and lifted up her top.
I’d groaned to myself. That unblemished skin. That soft little belly, the easy curve of her hips. The little glimpse of the underside of a light blue, lacy bra.
…I was rock hard in one damn second.
My whole fucking body was humming as I approached her, watching her shiver as I came near.
“And I need you to pull your yoga pants down a bit.”
Ada had gasped quietly, her chest rising and falling as her eyes had darted to mine. “What?”
“Not all the way, just so it doesn’t hamper the imaging.”
“Oh, right.”
She forced a smile, but all it’d done was highlight how nervous she was. All it did was make her look even more innocent, and more completely and utterly fuckable.
“A little more, Ms. Chase.”
She did, tugging the elastic waist down further, and showing me more of that smooth belly, and the soft little groove of her hips. All the way until I caught the edge of her blue lacy panties, matching the bra.
I growled.
I couldn’t help it, and by then I honestly did not fucking care. I don’t know if she even heard me, but her cheeks were still blushing bright red.
“I’m a doctor, Ms. Chase,” I said quietly.
But in my head, I’ve got you on your knees with that hair wrapped around my fist and your pouty lips wrapped around my cock.
She laughed nervously, shaking her head. “I know, sorry. I’m being weird.”
“You’re not.”
“I’m just nervous is all.”
I smiled, putting a hand on her arm. It was meant to comfort. It was meant to soothe.
…It did the exact fucking opposite, to me at last. To me, it got my blood roaring. To me, touching that soft, warm skin got the animal inside of me bellowing like a beast, and got my cock pulsing rock hard against my thigh. I could feel my balls tingling — filling with cum for her.
I coughed. “Let’s begin.”
The wand was heated, but just the same, I could see her skin shivering with goosebumps as I moved it across her stomach.
“So, these are your ovaries,” I murmured, my eyes on the screen next to us. “Fallopian tubes, uterus…”
That I want to fill with every fucking drop of my sticky cum.
I was going off the fucking rails in here with her, but I couldn’t stop. I was consumed by her — by all of her. The way her hair smelled, the way she smiled. The way I wanted to protect her.
Yeah, I knew why she was here, and I knew it wasn’t that she was suddenly interested at nineteen in how fertile she was. No, I knew the Chase name and what her father was capable, and I knew that world she was from. This wasn’t the first time I’d seen the offspring of the uber-wealthy in this clinic to make sure they could “continue the line.”
Fuck that.
I growled to myself, turning and watching the small smile on her perfect lips as she watched the screen. So fucking beautiful, and sweet, and innocent. So fucking mine.
And instantly, I knew it was true. Or would be. In one instant, the roar inside of me turned to fierce resolution.
No other man would see just how fertile she was. No one but me. No one else would touch this perfect angel.
“Let’s just go a little lower and check out your cervix.”
I slowly moved the wand lower, until I was bumping against her hands which were holding down the waist of her pants.
“All the way, Ms. Chase,” I all but fucking growled, the blood roaring in my ears as I let my gaze burn right into her. Fuck professionalism. Fuck being her doctor. All I was in that moment was a man. A man who’d seen what he wanted.
…And now this man wanted to see more of what was his.
Ada bit her lip, gasping quietly before she’d nodded.
“Oh, right. Of course, Doctor.”
Fuck me harder, Doctor.
My cock bulged, pulsing rock hard against my leg. Ada licked her lips — that soft pink tongue darting out to wet them as she slowly hooked her thumbs into the waist of her yoga pants and pushed them down. More and more of her lacy blue panties were exposed to me — more of her hips, and her thighs, and the tempting, tantalizing groove that ran down between her inner thigh and her sweet, off-limits treasure, hidden behind those panties.
“More.”
I growled it, like a man barely hanging on. I didn’t care.
Ada gasped quietly, her face bright red. But she pulled them down even more as I started to move the wand over her lower belly.
And there it was.
Holy. Fuck.
She’d pulled the tight black material down almost all the way over her panties, and there, right fucking in the middle of them, right between her legs, was a dark little wet spot.
The rest of the world disappeared for me for a second, my entire being glued to the gusset of her panties pulled tight across her lips, and the little tell-tales sign leaking through.
Ada Chase wasn’t nervous. Ada Chase was fucking turned on.
I wanted to tear them off. I wanted to bring my face between her thighs, inhale the sweet smell of her and then lick that little cunt right through her panties until she came all over my tongue.
The rest of the very brief exam was a blur. I remember growling something about everything being in order, and how my professional opinion was that she was perfectly able to bear children.
…But the man inside of me had a slightly different opinion: she wasn’t just able to bear children, she was able and fucking destined to bear my children.
She pulled her clothes back into place afterwards, and hopped that perfect little ass off the exam chair. She’d turned and smiled at me, her face still blushing and glowing, and her crystal blue ey
es sparkling. She shook my hand, and once again, touching her like that — however innocently — almost had me yanking her right into me, crushing my lips to hers, and then kissing her as I tore the clothes from her tight little body.
Present:
And then, she was gone, leaving just the feel of her soft skin, the scent of her hair, and the image of her wet little panties permanently etched into my brain. She’d barely left the room when I’d torn my pants open, pulled my throbbing hard cock out, and started to stroke. I’d growled, imagining how sweet her pussy would taste on my lips — how soft her cries would be as I claimed her as my own.
How fucking sexy she’d look all swollen with our child.
I groaned, my fist gripping the edge of the desk fiercely, and so close to spraying my cum across the surface of it, when I’d stopped myself.
No.
Not like this. Not after I’d gotten a tease of what could be mine. And not just could, would, because I’d decided right there that whatever the consequences, Ada Chase would be mine.
I’d let go of my cock, panting, and feeling my balls ache in protest. But no, I wouldn’t waste a single drop of cum. Not ever, because from now on, every sticky drop was for her.
I’d immediately called the receptionist and asked her to call Ms. Chase to book one last check-up.
“With Doctor Petite?”
I’d scowled. “Yes. Sure.”
I’d deal with that part later. I’d make sure he never saw her, and that I did.
And now here we were, back in the same room — my blood roaring in my ears, my rock-hard cock bulging at my pants, and my balls heavy and swollen with cum for her.
“I’ve been waiting for you, Ada,” I purred.
She gasped quietly, stiffening before she slowly turned to look at me over her shoulder. And fuck did my heart melt.
Those pretty blue eyes, those pouty lips, that smattering of freckles across her cute little nose. She slid off the exam table and turned, her hands toying with each other and her chest rising and falling. Her cheeks turned that rosy pink again, and her gorgeous eyes glimmered as they looked up to meet my steely brown ones.
