I stood still, in complete and utter shock. Half of me wanted to drop all of my clothes right then and just let him have me the second he returned to the room. And the other half of me actually wanted the same goddamn thing.
I slipped out of my shoes, panties, and my skirt, taking a seat on the edge of the patient bed before covering my lap with a piece of starch-white paper.
A knock came to the door and he asked if I was ready.
“Yes ...” My voice was so soft I could barely hear it.
The door opened and he entered with a clipboard in his hands.
“Miss Madison,” he said, looking at me as if I was actually a patient. “I’m Dr. Ashton and I’ll be taking care of your pussy today.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not the script...”
“It is today.” He smirked and sat on the stool in front of me and clicked his pen. “But first, a few personal questions. Do you currently smoke?”
“No.”
“Do you currently do any type of recreational drugs?”
“No.”
“Do you currently fuck other people?”
“What?”
“Yes, or no,” he said. “Are you currently fucking other people?”
“I’m not ‘fucking’ anyone.”
“Good.” He wrote on his clipboard. “When’s the last time you had sexual intercourse?”
“I can’t answer that question.”
“You can, and you will.”
I shook my head. “A year ago.”
He dropped his pen to the floor in shock, but instead of picking it up, he simply pulled another one from his pocket and shook his head. “Did you come?”
“What?”
“You heard me,” he lowered his voice. “Did you come?”
“No.”
“Interesting.” He set the clipboard down and grabbed a pair of gloves, putting them on as if this was a real exam. “Lay back on the bed, please.”
I didn’t make a move. I simply stared at him — half turned on, half beyond turned on, so he stood up and gently pushed me back against the bed himself.
He smiled at me and quickly took off the gloves, tossing them into the trash across the room. “It’s a habit. I highly doubt I’ll need those with you today.”
“What do you mean?”
He avoided my question. “Put your legs in the stirrups and spread your legs for me.”
I slowly followed his command and looked up at the bright, white ceiling.
Within seconds, I felt his hands gently caressing the inside of my thighs. Then I heard him let out a low laugh.
“It’s rude to laugh at a patient’s body,” I said. “That’s the first rule of good bedside manner. With all of your years of experience, you should know that.”
“I’m not laughing at my patient.” He trailed a finger against my soaked slit. “I’m just wondering what made you get rid of all of the hair you previously had down here.”
My entire body blushed red.
“You definitely had hair here when I touched you in my office weeks ago ...” He smiled at me. “For the record, I don’t mind it either way.”
“Well, you’ll probably never see it again after today, so what you mind or don’t mind doesn’t really matter. Also —”
I immediately stopped talking once I felt him blowing against my clit, once I felt him darting his thick tongue against it. His hands continued to caress my thighs, and as he began kissing my pussy as if he were kissing my mouth, I lost all train of thought.
My breathing slowed as he buried his head in my pussy and slid two fingers deep inside of me.
“Ahh ...” I felt my legs getting weak from being in the stirrups, but he didn’t let me move.
Moaning, I reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair as he sucked my clit into his mouth.
Oh. My. God ...
“Garrett ... Can you ...” I cried out, as he began fucking me even harder with his fingers, as the sound of them slipping in and out of drenched pussy filled the room. “Can you ... slow down? Slow ... Down ...”
“Shhh ...” He blew against my clit again — making me moan even louder, but he didn’t slow down at all.
He continued to tease me with his tongue’s perfect, sensuous rhythm, and each time I tried to close my legs, he tightened his grip on them and held them apart.
My pussy began to throb against his mouth and that only made him torture me more.
“Come on my face, Natalie ...” he whispered. “Come for me ...”
As he began to alternate between rubbing the pad of his thumb and his tongue against my clit, I shut my eyes. My body began trembling beneath his tight grasp, and I tried to hold onto some semblance of control, but it was no use.
I cried out as my entire body shook against the table — sending some of the supplies from the cart crashing to the floor. I felt him continuing to kiss my pussy, as wave after wave of pent-up pleasure rolled through me again and again.
By the time I was still again, I couldn’t feel my legs and I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to stand up for the next two hours, if I wanted to.
Garrett trailed his tongue against me one last time before standing up and looking at me.
“You’re sexy as hell when you come,” he said softly. “I look forward to seeing that a lot more often.”