Page 10 of Asylum

This feels wrong.

He comes to my side, stroking my fingers, loosening the firm grip I have on this paper shit I’m wearing. “I’m going to perform a breast exam first. This is designed to check for any abnormalities in your breasts. Next, I’ll move to your vagina for the pap smear. The exam requires me to insert a speculum inside you, which will separate your vaginal walls. I’ll use a spatula to collect a sample of cells from your cervix. You may feel a little pressure or discomfort, but that’s normal. Once I finish, I’ll insert my fingers while applying pressure to your abdomen, which allows me to check your uterus and ovaries. Do you have any questions before I begin?”

I’m gaping at him like a fish out of water. This sounds like a lot of shit I want no part of.

He senses my panic, trailing his cool fingers down my cheek. “Trust me, you’ll be okay. Just lie back and let me do what I need to.”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I let out a long breath, nodding my agreement. I may have to feel it, but I don’t have to see it.

My body jolts like I’ve been shocked as his large hand palms my left breast. His fingers probe around, and my cheeks heat as my nipples harden. Goosebumps erupt across my skin, and I wish I could crawl in a hole and die.

“It’s a normal reaction. Don’t be embarrassed.” He chuckles.

That’s easy for him to say. Not only are my hard nipples on display, but my core is also soaked, and I pray my arousal doesn’t drip onto the chair beneath me. This is the furthest thing from normal I’ve ever experienced.

This is so fucked up.

He pinches my nipple between his fingers, and I gasp. “Did that cause any discomfort?”

Quite the opposite. Not trusting my voice, I shake my head.

He shows my other breast the same attention, and I expect the sensation this time when he pinches my nipple. What I didn’t expect was his warm breath against my ear. “Such a good little doll.”

My breath hitches as his heat quickly disappears, leaving me a cold and trembling mess. Opening my eyes, he’s sitting on a stool between my legs, a silver tray loaded with tools next to him. My core clenches at his closeness, and time stops as he just sits there, staring at my pussy, his tongue licking a trail across his bottom lip.

Kill me now.

My mind wanders far away from what’s happening until my attention snaps back to the cold, metal tool probing at myentrance. My hands ball into fists at my sides as he slides it inside, spreading me open once it’s fully inserted. Something scrapes against my insides, and I wince.

“The worst is over.” He reassures me, and I exhale.

He stands from the stool, and the click of a cap sounds too loud in the quiet room. Cool liquid meets my entrance, and I freeze as his finger slides inside me. My lungs stop functioning as it slips out of me, and he adds another finger before thrusting back in. My lower belly coils tightly, and the strange sensation is foreign, but not unwelcome.

I’ve never had an orgasm; my only sexual experiences were forced on me against my will. The abuse disgusted me to the point I didn’t even touch myself. Now, I’m being examined by my doctor, and I feel like something is building inside me. “Dr. S-Stone.”

“Hmmm?” He hums, watching as his fingers glide in and out of me.

“Um, I’ve never, I don’t know what’s happening.” I pant, his fingers pushing deeper, my eyes rolling back in my head.

He pauses, and as I meet his gaze, I’m staring at the devil himself, dangerous and starving. He bites his bottom lip, and I clench around him, a whimper escaping my lips. He groans, his fingers moving in and out of me slowly. The hand on my stomach moves lower, his thumb pressing against my clit. My hips jerk off the chair, and a moan slips past my lips, the intense feeling almost too much.

He finds a torturous rhythm, his fingers and thumb working in tandem, bringing me to a cliff I’m not sure I’m ready to dive off of. As his fingers plunge deeper inside me, he applies more pressure to my clit, and I explode, pure pleasure crashing into me, bright stars colliding behind my eyelids. My body contorts in a way it never has, and he pins me down with a hand on mystomach, while he slides in and out of me, dragging every ounce of pleasure from my body.

“Atlas,” I whimper.

He pulls his hand away, and I shudder at the loss of him. Opening my eyes, he’s at my side, smirking. “Did you enjoy that, little doll?”

I nod. Fuck yes, I did.

“If you’re a good girl, I’ll give you more.”

I gasp, my eyes squeezing closed, not entirely sure what he means by that. Does he mean more of what we just did, or does he want to have sex? Could I have sex without freaking out? Without being reminded of my stepbrother? My mind whirls with all the possibilities, and the consequences of a doctor and patient fooling around. I descend into a downward spiral, but before I’m completely lost in the chaos my mind creates; warm lips press to mine.

My eyes snap open for a moment, before fluttering closed once again, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips. I open for him immediately, losing myself in his warmth, and the dizzying feeling from his tantalizing rhythm. He slips his hand behind my head, pressing us closer together, growling in the back of his throat. The sound makes me shiver in his hold, his mouth becoming more demanding, voracious. His free hand slides beneath my back as he lifts me, and I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist. He spins around, pushing me against the wall, his hard length pressing against my core. His lips trail across my jaw, nipping and sucking the sensitive skin of my throat.

“Atlas.” I’m breathless, lost in a haze of lust.What the fuck is happening right now?

“Feel what you do to me, little doll?” He groans, grinding his cock between my thighs. A moan slips from my lips, and hisfingers dig into my ass. “I’m trying to be a gentleman. Those little noises you make are proving that difficult.”