ADORE
THREE MONTHS LATER
I show up at the doctor's office for my appointment. I've been having feminine problems lately that require a weekly checkup. I sit in the exam room, already up on the table.
Waiting for the doctor fills me with nervous anticipation. Sometimes, it feels like he takes forever, but I suppose that's only natural when he's usually booked solid. He was nice enough to get me in on his lunch break today, insisting that it's important that I keep to my schedule.
I've gone through the cabinets and drawers in just about every exam room in this place. They all have the same stuff: gauze pads and bandages and towels. I've played with the reflex hammers and otoscopes. Thankfully, I haven't been caught yet, or I can only assume that the doctor wouldn't be very happy. Though I'm sure I'm not the only person who has ever done these things.
I lie back on the exam table, staring up at the ceiling. Every once in a while, my eyes dance to one of the abstract paintings on the wall, something that had been recommended by the interior designer. I've had enough conversations with the doctor to know that he has no sense of style when it comes to decorating so prefers to leave that in more qualified hands.
Finally, I hear the double knock that announces my appointment is about to begin. I shoot up into a sitting position, wanting to look like I was impatiently waiting for him instead of just lounging around.
Kellan walks in wearing a blue shirt and tie and khaki-colored slacks, his stethoscope draped around his neck. I always smirk when I see him looking like this—so professional.
“Someday, they need to bring back the white lab coat,” I say.
“I'm glad to see you're doing well today, Miss Scarborough.” He smiles at me.
“If I were doing well, then I wouldn't be here.” I pout. “Doctor, I think I'm sick.”
“Is it the same problem?” Kellan raises an eyebrow.
“I think so. I just...have no control.” I tug at the hem of the navy blue t-shirt dress I'm wearing.
“Well, we should probably start by checking your vitals.” He takes the stethoscope from around his neck and puts it on. “Take off your dress for me.”
“Doctor, is that really necessary?” I do my best to look offended.
“We've been over this before, Miss Scarborough. It's easier for me to listen if the diaphragm is pressed against naked skin. If you'd prefer, I can go down the front of your shirt.”
“No, it's fine.” I jump off of the table and shimmy out of my dress. When Kellan sees I'm not wearing a bra, his pupils dilate. My gaze falls to the bulge that immediately forms in the front of his slacks.
“Alright. Now let me have a listen.” He follows me as I climb back up onto the table, pressing the diaphragm of his stethoscope to my chest. The coldness of it makes my skin goose pimple. “Everything sounds good.” He takes the headset off and hangs it back around his neck. “Now let's see what all you have going on. Take your panties off and lie back.”
I do as I'm told, watching him as he pulls out his phone and starts messing with it. “What are you doing?” I frown at the distraction.
“I was thinking that I should start taking pictures to document what's going on.” A mischievous grin crosses his lips.
“Doctor, you're such a pervert.” I cover my naughty bits, though I still place my feet in the stirrups when he pulls them out for me.
“I'm afraid it's medically necessary, Miss Scarborough.” He gives me a look of confidence.
“If you say so.” I sit back and try to relax.
“Good. Now, let's see what you've got going on.” He gazes at my pussy through his phone screen before taking a picture. Hearing the click makes me blush. I've never taken nudes for anyone, but he's a doctor, so I guess it's okay.
“How does it look, Doctor?” I bite my bottom lip.
He sucks in a breath between clenched teeth and shakes his head. “I'm afraid the problem is still there.”
“Really?” I frown.
“Yeah. It looks as hungry as ever. But I need to run a few tests first. I can't tell just by looking.”
“Do what you must, Doctor.” I rest my head on the pillow, trying my best not to grin.
A shiver rolls down my spine as I feel Kellan place his hand on my inner thigh. He reaches over to pull his stool closer so that he can sit, his face slightly peeking over my mound.
My body comes to life as I feel his tongue lap against my lower lips. The tip plunges between them, seeking out my entryway. I grip the sides of the table, bucking my hips when he begins to eat me out. It feels like each time he goes between my legs, he learns more about me, slowly perfecting the art of making me come. I shouldn't be surprised that he's so skilled. He's a smart guy. He would have to be to have become this successful.
“Oh, Doctor Adams,” I whimper as he drives me to climax.
“Your response is good,” he tells me once my contractions have died down, “but I need to check inside.”
“Inside?” I parrot, my pussy clenching.
Kellan stands, sliding two fingers into me. The thumb of his other hand gets to work jiggling my clit. I suck in a breath, biting my tongue to keep from being more vocal. He strokes my g-spot roughly, his thumb relentless to make me come again.
“Doctor, I can't,” I squeal, turning away.
“It's fine, Miss Scarborough. This is important. Just let it happen.” He kisses my inner thigh, never letting up.
My body is so overwhelmed with pleasure that I come all over his hand, my stomach clenching, my toes curling. Nothing I could have done would have stopped it. He has that much power over me.
“Doctor, it needs to be fed its medicine,” I tell him desperately, wishing I could rip his clothes off and mount him.
Kellan nods. “I think it's time for your injection.”
The sound of his zipper being drawn down is deafening. I look down to see his hard cock already in his hand. The shaft is thick with veins, the head purple. His need is glistening on the tip. The plunger is pulled back and ready.
He steps forward, and I feel his slick helmet brush between my pussy lips. I try to wiggle down to take him in faster.
“So impatient, Miss Scarborough,” Kellan chastises me.
“I need it, Doctor,” I whine.
“Then I should give you your treatment right away.” He bucks all the way in with one quick thrust, making me gasp.
“Oh fuck.” I bite the back of my hand to keep from coming again. The spreading sensation is intense. Kellan works a lot, so we rarely get to have sex more than twice a week. Because of that, I feel like I've never really adjusted to the size of him. “It's so much, Doctor.”
I'm certain that his staff know what we do in here by now. They all know I'm his girlfriend. And occasionally, he hits a spot inside of me that causes me to cry out, despite my best efforts to be quiet. It happens more often than he would like, but I just blame it on his stupidly big dick. If he hated it that much, he wouldn't invite me back for more of these appointments.
He pumps into me with reckless abandon, working toward one goal. The intense look in his eyes as he stares down at my tits while he fucks me is super sexy. When his breathing becomes ragged, I squeeze my pussy around him.
“I'm going to,” he starts to warn only a second before I feel his cock swell.
“Oh, Doctor Adams,” I purr. “I need every drop of your medicine.”
He shakes his head at me, a smirk taking over his face before he gasps as his orgasm wrecks him. I half expect him to say he doesn't know what to do with me, as he often does when I tease him like this, but it's written all over his face, so no words are needed.
When we're finished, he pulls out and stuffs his dick back in his pants. I hop off of the table and put my dress back on, walking with a satisfied swagger.
“Same time next week,” I ask as I approach the door.
“Same time every week,” he replies with a smile.