Cold metal bit into the small of Y/N’s back, her eyes wide and unnerved as she looked around the examination room. It smelled of disinfectant and the thin medical gown did nothing to protect her from the freezing air. Her nipples peaked from the cold alone, and she kept her thighs pressed tight against each other to keep the chill off her center. Her hands twisted nervously on her stomach, her fingers clenching and unclenching to keep herself calm.
A soft knock on the door.
“Come in,” she says, her eyes locked on the wooden door.
The door clicks open, and a tall man enters the room. He commands attention from the very moment he becomes visible, with his piercingly blue eyes and broad shoulders.
“Hey, honey,” he hums, his white lab coat swaying around his calves. A clipboard rests in his large hand, pressed against his wide chest. The stethoscope around his neck gives him an air of authority, if the name tag with “M.D.” engraved on it didn’t announce enough that he was in charge.
“Hello, Dr. Rogers.” Her voice is small and demure, nervous for her first exam. She’d heard this one was important, though Dr. Rogers hadn’t told her exactly what it was. Her eyes drag to his hand as it clicks the lock on the door into place. He’d never done that before. She was quickly distracted by his next flurry of movements.
He smiled fondly, taking a seat beside her. His face was closer to hers now, and she could make out the flecks of green in his bright eyes.
“How’re you feeling today?” His voice was too kind to be professional, but then, that’s what had made Y/N like him in the first place. His kindness and his willingness to listen to her problems.
“Bit nervous,” she says with a half-hearted chuckle. “You didn’t exactly tell me what this test was going to be.”
He cocked his head, giving her a disappointed tut of the tongue. “Now, now, doll. You don’t need to worry your pretty little head about what kind of tests I’m going to do. I’m the doctor here, which means you gotta listen to me.” He crooks his pointer finger under her chin to make her meet his eyes. “Is that understood, honey?”
She nods carefully, his warm finger sending a shiver through her chilled body.
“Use your big girl words, doll.” His tone was commanding, and her chest tightened with a need to obey.
“Yes, Doctor.”
His faint smile returned, and he brushed his thumb over her cheek.
“Good.”
With that, he stood up. He set his clipboard aside and stood at the end of the examination table.
“Well, now, this just won’t do. The nurse didn’t get you in the stirrups like I told her to.” He sighed and wrapped a gentle hand around Y/N’s left calf, moving it easily into the stirrup at the end of the table. He did the same with her right. Her core was spread now, though the thin paper dress still covered all of her delicate center.
“Now,” he starts, going to wash his hands in the sink. “It’s very important that you tell me everything you feel during this exam, okay, honey?”
She nods, and though his back is to her he seems to notice.
“Words, doll.”
“Yes, Doctor.”
He hums, pleased, and works a pair of latex gloves onto his hands. He returns to his position between her legs and looks down at her with a darkened stare. The sight made Y/N nervous, her stomach beginning to twist.
“Let’s begin.”
He flipped the paper dress up onto her stomach, revealing her cunt to him in one smooth motion. He let out a sigh, resting his hands on her upper thighs. Her heart leapt into her throat and her eyes went wide, but she was frozen in place. This isn't right. Doctors weren’t supposed to act like this.
“Now, tell me, doll. Has anyone ever touched you here before?”
She’s confused by the question. Her thighs? Maybe, though she couldn’t recall.
He seems to take notice of her confusion and chuckles. “Sorry, doll. Forget you’re just a dumb little thing.”
His words make her mouth drop open in shock. He’d never been so- so rude. It made something between her legs ache.
“I meant,” he starts again, “has anyone ever touched you here?” As soon as the word “here” left his plump lips, he rested his latex covered thumb on her clit. She yelped, and her thighs tried to shut around his hand.
He chuckles and forces them back open with ease. A second passes and the stirrups on her legs tighten, and she realizes he’s put straps on them to keep her in place.
“There we are. Wouldn’t want you runnin’ from me, now would we?”
He looks back down at her, his blue eyes boring into hers. “Now, answer my question, honey. Has anyone ever touched you here?” He moved his thumb against her clit in slow but steady motions, and a small whine left her lips.
“No,” she says through a panting breath.
His eyebrows furrow, and he stops touching her.
“No, what?” He says through gritted teeth.
“No, Doctor.”
He nods, resuming his teasing touches. “Good girl.”
The words make her cunt ache, and she squirms beneath his touch.
“How does it feel, honey?” His voice is low, lower than she’s ever heard it, and his eyes are half-lidded.
She shakes her head, not wanting to admit to the pleasure she was feeling. “I don’t like it,” she says, though a half moan breaks through her words. He tuts, shaking his head.
“See, honey, if you don’t like it, why are you rutting up against my hand?” He increased the speed of his thumb, making her thighs tremble. Her cheeks burn a bright red, embarrassed that he knew just how depraved she must be to enjoy being pleasured by her doctor.
He sighs, pinching her clit gently. “Now, I’ll ask you again. How does it feel?”
“Good,” she immediately spills out. “So good, Doctor.” Her body is wracked with shivers, the chill of the room making her more receptive to his warm hands. The latex covering his thumb gives her an added sense of friction, making her writhe in pleasure.
“Have you ever felt like this before?” He steps closer to her, and she sees something large straining against the fabric of his slacks. She wonders what it is, and if it hurts. She nods in answer to his question.
“When?” He asks softly, her legs practically wrapped around his waist with how close he was to the table.
“At night, I-” Her words are broken by a thready moan, his touches too much and not enough. “I put my stuffie between my legs and I- Oh, Doctor-”
He smirks, moving his thumb faster. “You filthy girl…” He shakes his head, though the pleased look in his eye says he’s anything but disappointed. “You stay up at night rutting against your little stuffie, don’t you?”
She nods quickly, her hips bucking towards his touch. She’d say anything, agree to anything, if he kept touching her like that.
“But has it ever felt like this?” He emphasizes the word “this” with a gentle pinch to her clit, making her moan louder.
“No!” She gasps, squirming against his hand. “This is- Oh, Doctor Rogers. It’s so much better.”
He puffs his chest out with pride, watching her come undone with just his thumb.
“Tell me how it feels, honey,” he leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to her knee.
She struggles to speak, the pleasure too intense. After a few seconds with no response, Doctor Rogers slows his thumb down.
“No, no-” She whines, her hips thrashing in an attempt to chase her release.
“If you want me to touch you, honey, you have to answer my questions. Be a good patient for me and listen to your doctor, yeah?”
She nods, and he picks his pace back up. She moans but speaks, if only so he won’t take it away again. “It’s tight,” she says through a moan. “Inside me, it- it’s getting tight.”
He hums, pleased, and brings his other hand up. “Is the feeling here,” he asks, letting the tip of his index finger rest just outside her entrance. “Or here?” He pushes his finger fully inside her with one fluid motion, her cunt fluttering rapidly around the digit.
Her moans become obscene, and it only takes one crook of his finger against a plushy spot inside her for her to cum on his hand. He works her through it, pumping his latex covered digit against her as she comes down. Her body shivers, and her eyes fall closed.
Doctor Rogers removes his finger, her juices soaking the digit, and reaches up her limp body. Her lips are half parted, and he forces his finger between them. She groans, her eyes shooting open to meet his.
“Be a good girl and clean my finger off for me.” His voice is low and rough, and the bulge in his slacks is pressing against her calf. Given no choice, she suckles gently on the finger. The taste of latex and her cum invades her senses, and she quickly learns she enjoys the flavor. She lets out a soft moan, pulling his finger further into her mouth.
Doctor Rogers’ lips fall open in a moan, the glove doing nothing to stop him from feeling the way her tongue cleaned him off. He watches her for a few more moments before pulling away, moving his hand back to her entrance.
“Now,” he says, his voice now back to his professional Doctor tone. “Are you ready for test number two?”
She looks up at her doctor with half-lidded eyes. Her cunt throbbed from the pleasure she’d just received, but it also throbbed for more.
“Yes, Doctor,” she says softly.
His grin is wicked, and he pushes his finger back inside her.
“Good girl,” he hums lowly, pumping his finger in and out. “Letting your doctor take care of you like this, trustin’ me with your special parts in such a way.” He sighs, content. “Just perfect, ain’t ya, honey?”
The praise makes her mind spin, and she’s not sure if she’s moaning or it’s all in her head. She’s in bliss, and she feels his middle finger edge inside her. She gasps softly, tensing around the digits in preparation of pain. She opens her mouth to say something, but quickly melts into a moaning puddle.
“There you go,” he hums, the smirk in his voice audible. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
She nods rapidly, her walls fluttering around his fingers again. The same peak from before is rising, swelling within her, when he suddenly pulls his fingers out. She lets out a choked whine of displeasure, squirming on the table as he laughs.
“Aw, dumb baby has her first orgasm and now she’s desperate for another one, huh?” He chuckles, smoothing his hand over her abdomen. “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll give ya what you need.”
She hears a zipper and sees Doctor Rogers looking down, but the gown over her knees keeps much of him from view. She feels something nudge at her entrance and she whines hopefully, waiting for his fingers to press inside her.
When the head of his cock first pushes inside her virgin walls, she gasps. Tears spring to her eyes, and she tries to squirm away from him, vague pleas of “stop” falling from her lips.
He shakes his head, leaning forward to look at her better. He brushes a tear from her cheek as he pushes more of his thick cock inside, every inch torturously painful. “Don’t cry, honey. I’m your doctor, remember? I would never do anything to hurt my best patient. Don’t cry, sweet thing, don’t cry.” He presses his first kiss to her lips as his sac comes to rest flush against her entrance, and he swallows the muffled cries of pain. She doesn’t return his kiss, crying with pain.
“C’mon, now,” he nearly growled against her lips. “Don’t be like that, honey. Thought you’d be grateful. Made your first time all sweet, and here you are, ruinin’ it by not kissin’ me like I deserve.” He seems to nearly be sad, and she feels guilty for some unknown reason. It was wrong, she knew that, but she still ached to make him happy. To please.
“‘M sorry,” she whispers. “Thank you, Doctor.” She sniffles, wiping her tears away and pulling him back down into a kiss. The action makes his cock slide deeper inside her and she whimpers against his lips, a noise he greedily swallows. His lips are soft, she thinks, and she could grow used to kissing them.
He pulls away after a long moment, a small smile on his lips. “That’s better, honey. Thankin’ me for takin’ your virginity.” It’s the first time that word falls from his lips and enters the thick air between them, and her eyes widen.
Before she has time to think on that, his hips begin to move. It feels like the air’s been ripped from her lungs, and she’s barely able to stand the seconds he pulls away. He sits up, standing at the end of the bed as he fucks into her. His latex-clad hands are a flurry of movement, and he’s discarded the thin gown covering her torso before she’s realized what he’s doing. He groans at the sight of her breasts and takes one in his hand, the other hand remaining clenched tight around her waist.
HIs hand squeezes and pinches her breasts and nipples while his cock grinds inside her. He pulled out barely an inch before pressing back in each time, letting her feel every inch of his cock as he fucked her.
Y/N’s eyes were rolled back, her lips parted in a permanent gasp as he filled every inch of her tight cunt. The slow drag and roll of his hips gave her a tantalizing pleasure, not enough to cum but enough to keep her on the knife’s edge.
“Doctor,” she moans. “Please.”
He smirks, bringing both hands down to grip her hips in preparation.
“What do you want, honey? Tell your doctor what you need.” His voice is strained, as if he’s holding himself back.
“Wanna feel good again,” she whines, trying to squirm against him.
He nods, a pleased hum leaving his lips. “I’ll make you feel good, doll. Don’t you worry about that.”
A second passes, and then the slaughter begins.
His hips set a punishing pace, driving deeper into her with every thrust. The metal of the table digs into his thighs and her back but he doesn’t care – they won’t stop until he’s satisfied. His fingers grip her hips and she’s sure she’ll be bruised, but some part of her is excited at the prospect. Excited to wear the Doctor’s mark.
He stretches his thumb to her clit, his hands never leaving her hips as he fucks her. The repeated motion of his thrusts makes his thumb brush her clit with every movement, and soon she’s coming apart like cotton candy in his hands.
“Go on, baby,” he groans, holding back moans of his own so he doesn’t miss any of hers. “Cum for me. Mark me as yours.”
Her orgasm hits her in waves, a push and pull that ends in a crescendo worthy of an encore. Her thighs spasm and her cunt seizes, milking Doctor Rogers’ cock until he’s spilling into her depths. His moans are muffled, her orgasm making her ears ring.
She lays there in blissful silence for an undetermined amount of time, too fucked out to see the door being unlocked and another man invited in. Muffled voices invade her hearing, and she opens her eyes to see another man in a white coat looking down at her.
Doctor Rogers is standing beside him, his cock tucked away and his hair combed back into place. He smiles, patting the other man on the back.
“Y/N,” he says with a smile. “This is Doctor Barnes. He’s going to perform some tests on you as well.”
She looks up into the man’s blue eyes, so similar yet so different from Doctor Rogers’, and she smiles. This, she thought. This is gonna be fun.