“Not like,” I swallowed, and took a long, deep breath, “Not like you.”
As those words escaped my lips, Dr. Blumfield pushed a third finger inside my pussy to join the other two and ran his thumb hard over my button. “Not like me? What about him is not like me?” Pushing his fingers deeper, grinding my clit back and forth underneath the pad of his thumb, the doctor put a little pressure on my asshole with the tip of his last finger. The instant before it slipped past my ring, I felt an intense, wonderful yearning.
“Pl-please push it deeper, Doctor Blumfield,” I begged, “I’ve never felt anything like this before. Please.”
He pulled away. “Not until you answer me. You answer and I’ll do what you ask. Now tell me, what is it about me that you wish Walter had?”
“He’s – Walter, he’s kind and gentle and decent most of the time. But, he just,” I paused and took a breath. Dr. Blumfield put just a tiny bit of pressure on my aching little nib. Then he stopped and stared. “Well, he’s tired all the time. He never treats me like I need to be treated.”
“And how is that?”
“Like… well, this probably sounds stupid, but like I’m worth something. Like I’m sexy. He just doesn’t try at all anymore. He never goes down on me; he never puts his fingers in me and does things like you’re doing. And he would never, ever put his fingers, er, there.”
“Where? Say it.”
“I try to make him want me, but he just won’t do it. He just won’t put his fingers in… well, in my ass. It feels so good when you do it. So, so good.”
He leaned close and the hard paper covering his mouth and nose brushed against the inside of my legs, near where they came together. Near where his fingers teased me so badly. I felt the barest hint of his breath on my pussy, making a shiver crawl up my belly.
I wanted him to cram those fingers in me so bad that if he asked me to sell out my mother, I probably would have. But there was more to it than just me wanting to cum. For some reason, saying these things about Walter actually did make me feel better about myself. Still, somewhere in the back of my mind, the idea that I owed Dr. Blumfield something was a little strange.
As he pushed his fingers back, deep, inside me, I heard his breathing begin to get harder and heavier behind that mask.
“Next time, Alex, I’ll have a few more surprises for you. And a few favors that I need from you as well. But that’s later. However, before I complete your treatment, I’ll need you to sign a release.”
What on earth are you doing, Alex? Stop him. Stop him right now. This is the craziest thing you’ve ever done, and you know it.
My brain had a good grasp on the situation. I should have followed what it said, what I knew. But, in that moment, I was stuck. No one ever made me feel as cherished and as needed as the doctor. And, how he kept talking about how he needed me and all that. I just could not help myself, no matter what my better judgment told me.
“A release? Y-yes, of course, doctor.”
“That was actually a bad doctor joke. We make you sign… Nevermind.” He cleared his throat. “It doesn’t matter. I know you’ll be back. The way I’m making you feel right now – you don’t want me to stop, do you, Alex? You’ll be back for more, won’t you? You’ll be back whenever, wherever I tell you, won’t you? Whatever I want to do with you, you’re going to let me do, aren’t you?”
I had chills running down my spine. Anticipation, eagerness, and the wetness between my legs from his fingers – God I wanted him so bad. Just when I started to think that the doctor was going to relieve years of pent-up tension with those magical fingers, he pushed away from the table, and away from me.
He drew his fingers under his nose. I felt a little tingle between my legs. No one had ever seemed to crave me like this. No one had needed me as much as I needed him.
“So sweet, Alex,” he said in a deep baritone, “that little pussy of yours is smells so sweet, so wonderful.”
He turned and pushed a button on the inter-com. “Ah, I’ll be occupied for a bit. Alexandra Rogers requires special attention. Apologize to my other patients and assure them that I’ll get to them as soon as possible.”
“Is it an emergency? Do we need to call one of the other doctors for assistance?” The little speaker crackled.
“Emergency, yes. Other doctors?” He paused and looked back at me, “no, not at this time, no. Thank you, that’ll be all.”
“Yes, sir. Got it.”
“Now,” Dr. Blumfield returned his attention to me. “We have some privacy. I’ve noticed during the first part of our treatment that you seemed to loosen up a little. Are you beginning to feel better?”
He circled the table as I nodded.
“Put your arms here.” He swung two armrests out from under the table, just like in my bizarre fantasy from earlier. Already wet from his hands, my pussy began to absolutely quiver when I realized what was happening. If only Walter took me seriously, tied me up and fucked my brains out, I’d…
“Arms, Alex,” his eyes crinkled in a smile, “I know you’re excited, but safety first.”
He took my wrist in his hand and ran a line down my forearm with his fingertips. Warmth from his hands permeated the thin latex between us as the rubber made little popping noises every time it hung on my skin. When he put my arm, covered in goose prickles, on the armrest, I expected another belt.
“Sorry, but we have to just make do with what we can, here. I think it’ll be satisfactory, though.” His voice took on that slightly menacing tone again, which somehow excited me even more than his normal, even-tempered, stoic voice.
I heard two smart pop sounds, and craned my neck to see that Dr. Blumfield produced two lengths of rubber hose, the sort that a phlebotomist uses on your arm for lab work. He caressed my wrist again with the two fingers he had pulled from my pussy and sniffed. Only the vaguest glisten of my juice remained, but just knowing where they had been made me suck in a sharp breath.