Page 6 of Asylum (The Wellard Asylum #9)

N urse Carter doesn’t speak a word as she opens the door, glaring at me with disgust. She steps to the side, silently demanding I follow her like a puppy going outside to take a piss.

I follow her down the hall to Dr. Stone’s office where she leaves me at the door. I knock quietly, before opening the door, noticing a paper gown lying across the couch. My head whips to side where he sits behind his desk.

“I’m going to perform your gynecological exam today.” He stands, coming around the desk. “Go into the bathroom and change into this.” He hands me the thin garment. “The open side is for your front.” My lips part, but he doesn’t budge. “Go, Olivia.”

He seems agitated, and it catches me off guard. I knew this day would come, but I thought I’d have more time. I hardly know this man, and he’s about to see me naked. Maybe he’s had time to think about yesterday, and he’s decided it was my fault after all.

Once I’m in the bathroom, I change into the paper gown, pulling it closed as tightly as possible. The material rips from my grip, and I sigh. Fuck.

Opening the door slowly, I find he’s waiting for me. “Climb onto the chair and place your feet in the stirrups.”

I’m unable to meet his gaze, so I turn quickly, lifting myself onto the chair. The paper rips again as I hold it together in a death grip as I lay back, securing my feet in the stirrups. I’m completely mortified, naked with my legs spread, my most intimate parts open for him to see.

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 my entrance. 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 my stomach, 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 his fingers dig into my ass. “I’m trying to be a gentleman. Those little noises you make are proving that difficult.”

I sigh as his warm breath caresses my ear, his tongue darting out, licking a tantalizing trail down the side of my neck. Tilting my head, I give him better access. “Does a gentleman usually make his patient come during a gynecological exam, Dr. Stone?”

A deep growl rumbles from his chest, and I yelp as he nips my earlobe.

“Watch it, little doll. I haven’t shoved my big cock in your tight cunt yet.

I consider that very gentlemanly.” My mouth falls open and he chuckles, closing it with a finger under my chin.

He kisses me once more before loosening his grip, my body sliding down his muscular form.

As my feet touch the floor, he cups my cheek in his palm, our gazes colliding. “You’re beautiful, Olivia.”

My cheeks heat as I look anywhere but at him. Things have changed between us today, and I’m not sure what that means. Of course, the orgasm was amazing, as was his talented mouth. But he’s my doctor, and I don’t need any more complications in my life. I don’t want him to lose his job either.

He taps me on the nose with his finger, pulling my attention back to him. “Get out of your head. No one knows what goes on in this office but us.”

My eyes widen. “D-do you plan on this happening again?”

He smiles wickedly. “I have so many plans for you, little doll.”