Being dominant with an embarrassed, shivering, all worked up patient is so hot to me. You know you’ll need an comprehensive pelvic exam, you know it is vital for you to have my long fingers pressing, palpating, tracing your aching cunt, my face focused, gentle and… Amused? By your reactions. By how wet I make you. Inspecting you thoroughly, your legs spread wide in the stirrups. Waiting for me to push a couple of fingers inside you, followed by a speculum stretching you open.
The air is thick with your frustration, when I suddenly stop, and leave you bound, spread wide, just to focus on listening to your frantic little heart. You pout a little, when I press the chilly diaphragm on you. ”Oh come on now, you know I need to make sure your heart is fit to handle what I am going to do to you, hm?” I tut. ”So be good, take a few deeep breaths, and stop whining.”
i’m sitting at my vanity putting on my earrings when she sneaks up behind me. again. for the third time in twenty minutes, her arms wrap around my waist, her chin digging into my shoulder.
"you’re taking forever" she whispers, her lips pressing against the side of my neck.
i laugh, leaning my head back against her. "i’d be done already if somebody didn't keep coming in here to distract me”
"i’m not distracting you. i’m just waiting”
"you're being needy" i tease turning around in the chair so i’m facing her. she’s sitting right on the edge of the bed now, looking up at me. i can tell by the way she keeps fidgeting, the way her hand is resting on her own thigh, that she’s in a mood.
i step between her knees, leaning down to capture her mouth. when my tongue touches hers, she lets out a small breath and pulls me closer by the belt loops of my jeans. she’s kissing me like she wants to eat me alive right here on the bed.
"okay wait” i say pulling back just an inch, breathing a little heavy. "stop. before i make us late. everyone’s already at the restaurant” she sighs, pouting a little but nods and starts to stand up.
as soon as she’s on her feet, i grab her hip, spin her back around and slide my hand straight down her pants, my fingers slipping under her panties.
she gasps her back arching instantly. "what… wait baby, no please. we have to go”
"i know" i say, my fingers pressing against her. "don't worry. i'm just checking something” i slide two fingers and she instantly whimpers her knees giving out a bit. i smile against her neck. "look at you" i whisper. "so wet for me already. and we haven't even left the house”
she smirks through her flustered expression, tilting her head back. "you made me like this” i pull my hand out completely. letting out an immediate pathetic whine, her hips chasing my hand before she can stop herself.
"what is it?" i ask looking at her innocently.
"stay there for a few more seconds” she pleads, voice dropping to a desperate whisper. "please. just a little bit” my heart melting at her neediness. how can I say no, how am i ever supposed to deny her anything when she begs like that?
she has no idea how completely weak I am for her when she acts like this. one quiet little plea and i'm giving her whatever she wants.
i smirk stepping back in. i don't put my fingers inside this time. i just press my palm flat over her clothes, rubbing firm circles right over her swollen clit. she grabs my shoulder like her depends on it. my heart doesn't stand a chance against her when she gets this needy.
"there you go baby. that's it" i hush her. "good girl. take it”
just as she starts to lift her hips, i pull back again. her eyes flutter open, glossy and ruined but i get a sudden idea. i reach into my nightstand drawer, pull out the small bullet vibe and slide it right down into her underwear, positioning it perfectly before clicking it onto the lowest setting.
her eyes go wide. "are you serious?" "completely” i smile, smoothing down her skirt so nothing shows. "now let's go. we're late”
the entire dinner is torture for her, and absolute heaven for me.
i have the remote inside my pocket. every time she tries to take a sip of her wine, i press the button. she freezes, her fingers tightening around the glass, her eyes darting to me across the table while our friends chatter.
my phone buzzes in my lap.
you’re cruel
i type back under the table, holding the remote in my other hand.
are you squirming under there?
i can’t even focus on what sarah is saying. turn it off please.
no. look at me.
she glances up across the table, biting her lower lip. i hit the middle button, increasing the toy. she lets out a soft inhale that makes the friend sitting next to her stop talking.
"you okay?" he asks. "fine” she manages to say, forcing a tight smile. "just... swallowed wrong”
later when everyone stands up to go to the bar area, i grab her wrist and pull her down into my lap. she buries her face in my neck, her body trembling.
"you're evil” she whispers, her hands gripping my thighs.
"am i?" i say back, sliding my hand up her inner thigh, right up to where the toy is buzzing against her. "you look like you're enjoying it”
"i'm going to lose my mind in front of everyone” she whimpers, leaning all her weight into me. "not yet” i say kissing her cheek. "you're holding it together so well for me”
by the time we get in the car, the tension in the air is suffocating.
i don't turn the engine on right away. i reach over and slide my hand straight back into her underwear and turn the toy off, replacing it with my fingers. she groans, her head falling back against the headrest.
"please" she begs, her voice broken after hours of being on the edge. "baby, please just let me-“
"shhh” i say pumping my fingers, feeling how dripping wet and tight she is. "not in the car. wait till we get home”
"i've been waiting for hours” she sobs, her hips lifting off the seat. i pull my fingers out, licking them clean right in front of her face before putting the car in drive. "then a ten minute drive won't kill you”
the front door barely closes behind us before i turn and throw her straight onto the bed. she hits the mattress with a soft gasp. i don't give her a second to breathe, climbing over her, ripping her clothes out of the way until she's completely bare. my hand wraps around her throat, pinning her down, holding her still while i drive my fingers deep inside her.
"ah fuck-" she arches off the bed, her eyes rolling back. "you wanted this all night right?" i say staring down at her ruined face. "you wanted me to fix it for you?"
i work my fingers fast and hard, rubbing my thumb in circles over her clit. she's sobbing now, so overstimulated, her hands clutching at my forearms while body shakes uncontrollably.
"i'm close- i'm so close, please please don't stop”
i pull out instantly.
"no why” she cries out
i bring my flat palm down against her wet heat, slapping it once, twice. she yelps her thighs twitching wildly.
"stay right there" i step off the bed to grab the harness from the closet. when i come back, she's a shivering mess. i strap it on, lubricate it quickly and line it up at her entrance. i don't push in right away. i drag the cool silicone up and down her wet folds watching her squirm.
"look at me” i say. she opens her tear filled eyes, looking up at me desperately.
"my pretty baby, i know you want to let it out. cum for me sweetheart" i whisper and then i sink all the way in with one long deep thrust. she screams, her hands flying up to cover her face as i bottom out a few times. i rail her until the headboard is banging against the wall, until her cries turn into rhythm-less squeaks. until the only thing she remembers is my name.
finally letting her orgasm after hours of behaving.
afterward, the room falls silent except for her heavy panting. i lay down beside her, pulling her body into my side. i kiss her forehead, her wet cheeks, her trembling shoulders.
"you did so good" i whisper gently, stroking her hair. she catches her breath slowly, her chest rising and falling. but as the minutes pass, i feel a shift in the air. her breathing steadies and instead of leaning into my affection, her dark eyes open, looking at me with clarity.
she slowly rolls over, pinning my shoulders down and hovering over me.
"turn onto your back" she says quietly. i blink confused. "what? babe no... you're exhausted. you need to rest”
"i said" she whispers, her voice dropping an octave, pressing her hands firmly against my chest until i'm flat on my back. she’s taking my clothes off "turn over”
before i can process it, she hooks her leg over mine and pins me down effortlessly. the needy girl from earlier is gone.
she leans down, her lips brushing against my ear, her hot breath making a shiver run down my spine.
"you had your fun didn't you?" she whispers, her fingers tracing a slow line down my throat, over my collarbone, down to my ribs. "you really enjoyed driving me crazy all night”
i swallow hard, my heart suddenly hammering against my ribs. "i..."
"you think because you held the remote all night that you're the only one in control?" she smirks, kissing her way down my stomach, her hands sliding under my knees and pulling them wide apart.
"wait" i breath out, my voice betraying me as a small gasp escapes. "you were so smug at dinner" she condescends. looking up at me from between my thighs with a grin. "let's see how long you last when i take my turn”
she buries her face into me without another word, her tongue taking a long wet swipe right up my center. i arch off the mattress with an embarrassing gasp, my fingers tangling in the sheets as the table turns completely.
i’m completely helpless under her.
my hands scramble for a grip on the sheets, my head thrown back against the pillows as her tongue works me with precision. just twenty minutes ago i had her sobbing and now she’s down there taking her sweet time undoing me.
"look at you" she says against my skin "not so smug anymore, are you?"
"f-fuck..." I choke out, my hips involuntarily lifting off the bed to chase her mouth. "you're... you're supposed to be tired."
she lets out a chuckle against my inner thigh, her hands tightening their grip on my knees to pin me wider. "i was. but watching you act like you owned me all night gave me a sudden second wind”
she doesn't rush it. she uses the flat of her tongue in slow strokes. alternating between heavy pressure and teasing flicks right over my clit until my toes curl and my thighs start trembling. every time i try to roll my hips or speed her up, she presses down harder on my legs, keeping me completely trapped in her rhythm.
"wait baby, please-“ my voice breaks, the exact same words she used in the bedroom earlier coming out of my mouth.
she pauses for a second, hovering just an inch away, letting the cool air hit me while i’m hyperventilating.
"what was that?" she whispers, her thumb gently stroking my hip. "did you just beg me?" i bite my lip, my face burning, turning my head away from her.
"look at me”
i turn back, looking down at her between my legs.
"say it properly” she says with a smile spreading across her lips. "tell me what you want after keeping me on the edge for four hours”
"please..." i breathe out, completely unraveled. "please I need you. don't stop”
"good girl" she whispers. how ironic.
she buries her face back between my legs, taking two fingers and sliding them deep inside while her tongue works my clit. the sensation is so intense i instantly lose my mind. my back arches off the mattress, a sharp scream tearing through my throat as the orgasm hits me, crashing over me in waves that leave me shivering.
she stays down there through the entire thing, eating every drop until my body finally stops twitching.
when she slowly crawls back up my body, her lips slick. her dark eyes satisfied. she leans down, pressing her lips against mine, letting me taste myself on her tongue.
"how was that?" she whispers against my mouth, her fingers gently tangling in my messy hair. "still think you're the only one in control?"
i just sigh into the kiss, wrapping my weak arms around her neck and pulling her down against my chest, completely defeated and loving every second of it.
"count for me." watching your face the second i say it. already overwhelmed and now i've given you something to hold onto while i take everything else away.
fingers not stopping. not slowing down even slightly.
"three." losing the rhythm of it. hips moving without permission, chasing something i'm not giving you. "three, please, i can't—"
"you can. keep counting."
watching you fight for four. watching your whole face scrunch up with the effort of keeping a number in your head while your body is doing everything it can to pull you completely under. you get there. barely. "four—" and then it's just gone. all of it. just sound. just your hips and your hands gripping the sheets and nothing that resembles a number coming out of your mouth anymore.
letting you ride it out for just a second. feeling you shake through it. then slowing but not stopping and tilting my head at you.
"aww." so sweet. unbothered. "you lost count, baby."
the sound you make. half sob, half embarrassment, it’s too cute.
"that's okay." fingers already picking back up to where they were. watching your eyes go wide all over again. "we'll start over. it's just numbers. it's not that hard." tilting my head. "you can do simple math for me, can't you?"
you nod. renewed determination. so convinced you're going to get it this time.
"one." steadier this time. you're focusing so hard i can see it on your face. the concentrated look you get when you're trying to be good.
so i curl my fingers just slightly differently.
you half moan, half whimper at the difference in stimulation. the next number evaporates completely before it even forms.
"that wasn't two." noting it casually. "try again."
"i— two— please, please i—"
"there it is. keep going."
watching you try to hold a sequence together while i dismantle everything else. watching you get to six this time before your eyes go glassy and the numbers just stop coming and you're reduced to sounds.
"six." said for you. calm and sweet and a little patronizing. thumb coming up to wipe a tear off your cheek while my fingers keep moving. "you made it to six, baby. that's so good. i'm really proud of you."
the noise you make at that. embarrassed. desperate and so hungry for the praise anyway, in any form i give it, that you’d take it even knowing i’m making fun of you a little.
"again." fingers not stopping. voice not changing. "from one. and this time see if you can make it all the way to ten before your brain just completely gives up on you."
I have quite a nasty little fantasy of being put on an exam table on all fours like a dog. After examining my mouth with gloved fingers, it's decided I need a O ring gag to ensure I won't bite during the rest of my exam. A cold stethoscope on my chest when it's commented on that my heart is beating unusually fast, likely due to the stress of the exam. Slowly moving around my chest, settling on my tricuspid where I can feel my heart pushing the head of the stethoscope. Bell lingering on my chest as my pulse is felt in my neck. "Her heart rate is holding steadily at 98 beats per minute. The doctor decides as a precaution however, I should be put on an ekg. Still on my hands and knees as the electrodes are placed on my chest and the wires clipped on. "Her heartbeat sounds clear, but we want to do a full work up just incase." A blood pressure cuff slipped securely around my upper arm, and a pulse ox placed on my fingertip. The sound of a quick paced beeping fills the room as the machine is switched on. When the blood pressure cuff starts to squeeze my arm, my heartbeat jumps slightly. "Blood pressure is a bit high, but that is expected due to the examination position." Suddenly I feel the stethoscope on my back, listening to shortened breaths. The monitor shows my heart at a steady 105 beats per minute now. "Her breaths are a little short, let's give her some air for now to reduce her stress." A thick plastic is gently placed over my mouth and nose and fastened around the back of my head. Almost immediately I feel a cooler air being pumped into me. Wordlessly I hear a squeezing sound, forcing air into my lungs involuntarily. The stethoscope is back on my chest, listening to my lungs fill to their fullest capacity in several different places. As the blood pressure cuff starts to squeeze my arm again to take another measurement, I feel my heart miss several beats, thudding hard in my chest. The EKG loudly showcasing my irregular heartbeat. No longer being forced to breathe deeply, the stethoscope moves back on my aorta to catch several more PVCs. "We need to take a direct look at her heart function." Before I could process the words I'm rolled onto my left side, still being handled like a dog at the vet. A gel coated onto my chest as an ultrasound probe is pressed against my heart. I feel my heart pulsing against the probe, the EKG tracking a heart rate of 110. It feels like an eternity passes before someone speaks. "Her heart looks beautiful, all of her valves are functioning properly, but the continuous tachycardia is a concern."
