by Madison Faye
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 eyes 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.
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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.
“Hello, Doctor Brody,” she breathed. “I— I didn’t know you—”
“Take your clothes off.”
I growled the words, watching and feeling my dick throb as I saw the flush creep hotter over her cheeks.
“Wha-what?” she gasped quietly.
“Take. Them. Off.” I moved across the room until I was right in front of her, almost touching her. She whimpered — Jesus Christ, she fucking whimpered, her mouth opening slightly as she looked up at me with those big, blue eyes. And right there, I knew. Right there, I knew this wasn’t in my head.
Because all I saw in those pretty eyes of hers, was want.
…And I was going to give her everything she wanted.
“Take off your clothes, Ada,” I purred, my eyes never leaving hers. “Right now.”
3
Ada
My whole body trembled, and I could feel a shiver of something hot and wicked tease through me.
For a second, I thought it was fear I was feeling swelling up inside of me. But then I realized it was something else: excitement. It wouldn’t be old Doctor Petite doing the exam that day, it was going to be him.
Jackson.
It would be him putting his hands on my skin, and telling me to undress, and seeing me. It would be him who touched me, and commanded me, and let the heat of his perfect body radiate through me in the small exam room.
My pulse roared in my ears, and I could feel a tingle spreading through every inch of my skin. I knew this was wron
g — I knew it was silly to get so worked up and excited and, well, turned on, by my doctor. And I knew stripping down was something I could have expected for an exam like this. But then, the way he’d just said it was so…demanding, that it’d lit something inside of me. It wasn’t the way a doctor might tell a patient to undress, it was the way a lover might tell you to.
…Not that I had any experience with that one.
But wrong or not, there was no denying how I felt, and how the prospect of taking my clothes off in front of Doctor Brody made me both scared and so damn excited I could barely stand it. And I wanted to — I really, truly wanted to, in this insane, body-electrifying way. But then…
I bit my lip, my breath coming quickly as I swallowed thickly.
“Let me call a nurse.”
Shit. He’d taken my hesitation for being uncomfortable. And, well, yeah, I was pretty sure there was supposed be a female nurse in the room when I got undressed in front of a male doctor. But then, I didn’t want someone else in here, because as wrong as it was and as naughty a thought it was, I wanted to undress for him and him only.
Jackson started to turn to the phone on the wall. “Hang on, I’ll—”
“That’s okay.”
The words tumbled from my lips quickly, and I could feel my pulse racing faster as he froze, his shoulders bunching tight before he turned back to me.
I swallowed.
“I— I don’t mind.”
God, there it was — that fierce look, and that hunger etched across his chiseled jaw.
“You’re a doctor after all,” I said quietly, breathlessly.
I saw the spark blaze in his eyes as he turned fully towards me. Slowly, he grinned hungrily.
“Very true. And today, Ada, I’m your doctor.”
I shivered as I reach down to start unbuttoning my blouse.
Jackson didn’t budge. He didn’t make a single move to look away, or even blink. His gorgeous dark eyes just stayed laser-focused on me, his jaw clenched tight, a storm brewing behind his face.
I trembled as I finished with the buttons, slipping the blouse off and draping if over the chair near the wall. I swallowed, my whole body shivering in excitement and anticipation as I slowly reached for the waist of the plain black yoga pants I’d worn.
“Take them off, Ms. Chase,” he purred quietly, his deep, resonating baritone voice throbbing through my body.
I panted faster, heart racing as I slowly peeled them down, over my panties, and my ass, and then down my legs — bending over to strip them off one foot. I sorely wished I’d worn something sexier than just a black bra and panties — ones that didn’t even actually match at that. But, God, why would I have? To the doctor’s office? I mean, if I’d known it was him who’d see me that day, maybe…
I felt my body shiver, my nipples puckering to little points under my bra, the heat flooding between my thighs. Fuck, why the hell was I so turned on being in a small, locked room with this man? I bent to pull the yoga pants off the other foot, when I started to tumble off balance. Instantly, his hand was there, gripping me firmly on the arm and keeping me upright.
Oh.
Oh, that’s why I was so turned on being in a small, locked room with this man. Because his touch turned me to freaking jelly. Because his hand on my arm sent a fire blazing through me and a filthy, naughty pulse deep between my thighs.
“Too cold?” he purred, his brow arched in amusement as I shivered under his grip.
“N-no,” I barely whispered, standing right in front of the gorgeous, impossibly sexy older man of my fantasies, in just a bra and panties.
Too hot, maybe, I thought to myself. So freaking hot that you make me shiver when you touch me.
“Let’s hop up here,” he finally murmured, breaking the spell as he let my arm go and turned to pat the exam chair.
I shivered as I did what he said, climbing up onto the soft, plush seat and laying back. I licked my lips, feeling so naughty, even if he was a doctor, by just sitting there in front of him in just my underwear. But then, there wasn’t very much “doctorly” about the way his eyes slid over me, leaving a heated pulse in their wake. My nipples hardened under that gaze, poking against my thin bra obviously, even with how warm the room was.
“We’ll start with another round of what we did last week, just to make sure.”
Doctor Brody kept his eyes locked onto mine as he picked up the instrument from the week before and brought it to my mid-section. And just like the week before, he placed it against my skin as the monitor next to us flickered to life. But then, he brought his other hand down, and suddenly, his palm was flat against my belly.
Oh God…
I trembled — his warm, powerful hand touching me between my belly-button and the edge of my panties. One of his fingers was actually touching the edge of them, and it was everything I could do not to moan right there. I squeezed my legs together tight, chewing madly at my bottom lip as I felt the raw heat of that touch tingle right to my core.
Jackson started to move the instrument around my skin again, but this time, I wasn’t watching the screen. This time, I was panting, my mouth hanging open and my eyes hooded as I watched his hand resting on my skin. He brought the instrument lower with the other hand, and the one resting on me slowly shifted lower, and lower.
I was dripping wet — so wet that I knew I was making a mess of my panties. My nipples strained against my bra, and I was sure my panting was the loudest thing in the room. But Doctor Brody didn’t seem to notice. He moved his hand lower, until a full half of his hand was resting on my panties and my mound underneath them.
And then suddenly, he moved away.
The breath I didn’t even know I was holding whooshed out of me in a rush. Jackson turned and smiled at me, but it was no “doctorly” smile, it was something downright hungry.
He rolled the sleeves of his crisp white shirt up to the elbow, and I moaned inside.
Tattoo ink, and muscles, for days. I mean fuck, those forearms rippled as he went to the other sleeve, and the tattoos? My eyes traced the ink and the designs, feeling like more and more of a total pervert for lusting this hard after my freaking medical professional.
But seriously? Doctors should not be that hot.
“Well, that part’s done,” he murmured, his eyes dragging over my near-naked body until they met my gaze with a heated flash. He smiled, and I melted under it, watching it creep over his chiseled jaw, and his gorgeously built cheekbones, and even those little dimples at the corner.
“That part?”
He grinned again, but this time it was right back to that look that had a tinge of hunger and a dangerous promise to it.
“Well, we still have the exam to do today.”
My stomach flip-flopped.
“The what?”
“The exam, Ada,” he growled, that fierce hunger blazing across his face. He moved closer to me. “We have to do it today.”
“We do?” I squeaked out.
Oh God, oh God, oh God…
“Yes, we do, Ada,” he purred. His arm extended, and suddenly, his fingers brushed against my hip — just barely, but enough to send a freaking lightning-bolt right through me.
“I’ll call the nurse.”
He started to turn, when somehow, the words just tumbled out of my mouth.
“No.” I swallowed heavily. “No, that’s okay,” I said quietly.
No, that’s NOT okay! I screamed inside. What the HELL are you doing?
This man could not examine me — not like this, and not right now. I mean, obviously, every filthy fantasy I’d had about him over the last week said I felt otherwise, but I knew if he did it now, he’d see how freaking wet I was.
He’d smell how turned on I was for him.
…For my doctor. I mean, how mortifying is that?
“No?” He grinned, turning back to me and pulling his sleeves up higher, making his tattooed forearms ripple. “Just you and me, then,” he growled.
“Yes
,” I whispered.
“Perfect. If it’s just the two of us, we can start,” he purred.
I swore I heard a low growl in his throat as he moved closer, and closer, until he was hovering right over me. He leaned over, his hands moving to either side of my head on the soft chair behind me as he leaned in close. I gasped as I felt his lips barely brush my ears.
“So why don’t you spread those pretty thighs wide for me, Ada.”
4
Ada
What?
I was hearing things — I knew it. My filthy, wicked thoughts of this man had finally caught up with me, and I was officially hearing things. This had to be my body and my head playing tricks on me, after a full week of fantasizing about him. I knew what I’d thought I’d heard, but there was no way I actually had.
…Right?
I blinked, my breath coming fast as I shivered and looked up into his deep, dark eyes.
“Doctor?”
There was something so hot about being so exposed in front of him like this, nearly naked. I knew he was a doctor, and that this was a doctor’s office, but it didn’t change anything for me. I’d gone far past looking a Jackson as a medical professional, and instead saw him as a real, living, breathing, panty-melting fantasy of mine. And with him standing right over me like that, like he was pinning me to the damn exam chair, the fantasies of the last week were becoming very, very real.
“I said,” he purred, lowering closer again, until for a second I could have sworn he was going to kiss me.
“Spread. Those. Pretty. Thighs. Wide for me.”
And I moaned. God help me, when he growled those words almost right against my lips, my whole body shivered like someone had sent electric current through me, and I moaned.
“For the exam, of course,” Jackson added with a quiet intensity. His fierce, captivating eyes burned into mine, and I could feel the heat of his body against my bare skin.
“Of course,” I whispered, my heart hammering a million miles an hour in my chest as I slowly nodded.
