Page 150 of Trouble from Abroad
“What about now, Doctor?” she asks, gasping when I push my fingers back inside her for a few shallow thrusts, enough to gather slick to circle her clit. “Can you please, pleeease help me now?”
I slow my movements even more, and her hips nudge forward, trying to add friction. I don’t think she even realizes her body is doing the begging now.
“Patience, Miss Thorne. We haven’t finished the exam yet. There might be other ways of stopping this leakage of yours.”
And I’m about to show her how. I release her to unbutton my shirt and unbutton my pants. I don’t pull them down yet.
“But right now…” I step between her knees, grip her hips, and lift her off the table, setting her on her feet. She clamps her lips shut around a yelp. Mia still startles when I pick her up. I need to do it more often. “You need to deal with the mess you made on my exam table.” I wrap a fist in her hair and angle her face toward the glossy spot on the wood. “Lick it clean.”
The shock on Mia’s face lasts less than a blink. She’s licking her lips next.
Mia lets the robe slip to the floor. God, she’s beautiful. Lush. Perfect. She turns around, wearing nothing but her heels, and makes a show of tilting her hips up toward the ceiling as she lowers her face to the table.
She’s killing me right now, but I need a front-row seat to the other show she’s putting on. I circle the desk and watch Mia eagerly lick the mess she left on my desk. Low moans spill out of her, and the only reason I don’t lose it in my pants is because she’s efficient with the task I gave her.
“Aren’t you the perfect patient, doing exactly what the doctor ordered?”
I keep her head pressed to the desk. “Don’t move. I’m going to show you another way to push that nectar back inside.”
Mia’s breath fogs the polished surface. My hand stays fisted in her hair, the other tracing down the line of her spine until my palm settles on the small of her back. She shivers under it.
“Stay still,” I murmur. “Doctor’s still examining you.”
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?”
