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“It’s time for the manual exam. I’d usually put lube on my fingers, but that doesn’t seem necessary.”
If Twyla squeezed her eyes shut any tighter, they would probably implode. She was also aching and squirmy and so tense with arousal that Dr. Eric had to remind her to relax so he could continue the exam. Once she had unclenched, he slipped a finger easily inside her. She blew a breath out between her lips and tried not to squeeze his penetrating fingers with her cunt.
“Hey,” Mr. Fox said, and she let her eyes flutter open. “It’s just like when I put my fingers inside you. I know you like that.”
He gave her a gently teasing smile and it made her feel worse.
“But I’m not supposed to like this,” Twyla hissed back, and her daddy’s brows rose.
“Oh, is that what’s wrong? Are you enjoying yourself?”
Dr. Eric pushed a second finger inside her and her hips rocked forward involuntarily.
“Yes,” she confessed miserably. Sometimes Mr. Fox called her a little slut but he seemed to like that about her. Seemed to love it, actually, be delighted by how responsive her body was to his touch, how she arched and whined and begged. How she came. But maybe it was only something he liked if she reacted that way to him? She didn’t want to find out. “Yes, but I don’t—”
“Don’t what? It’s okay, I’m not mad. I’ll tell you a little secret. I like watching you get all hot and bothered from your exam.”
“You do?”
He nodded, and she could see the amusement in his expression, the slight flush rising on his cheeks. A pale echo of the strawberry red her face no doubt was but…he wasn’t lying to make her feel better.
“Yes. In fact, Dr. Eric and I have discussed a special part of the exam that comes next.”
“Special?” Mr. Fox looked down to where Dr. Eric was sitting in between her thighs, his fingers still inside her while he pressed with his other hand on her belly. It was a weird sensation that she didn’t especially like, but it barely dulled the blade of her arousal. It felt so sharp it might cut her in half.
Her gaze followed his, and Dr. Eric Looked up. “Yes. I don’t always do sexual response and function testing, but your daddy thought it was a good idea. Just to make sure you’re completely healthy and everything is working as it should.”
He’d begun pressing his fingers into her and drawing them out. More gently than Mr. Fox ever finger-fucked her and it was a smoldering kind of pleasure. Like the expectation of more even if it hadn’t quite reached her yet.
When Dr. Eric put his gloved thumb on her clit and began to manipulate it, she was glad to have her legs strapped down—she might otherwise have bucked straight off the table.
First he rubbed in circles, starting soft and getting harder until she was panting with how good it felt. She almost cried out when he stopped, but then he pinched her clit and tugged, but it was the twisting combined with the fact that he was fucking her harder with his fingers that made her lose control, fall into and then be carried on the wave of her climax.
Over the buzz in her ears, she heard Dr. Eric say, “Well, she’s a delight. You must have a lot of fun with her.”
“Oh, I do,” Mr. Fox replied, and then kissed her on the forehead. She felt a flood of relief.
He wasn’t mad. He wasn’t mad that she’d gotten excited when Dr. Eric touched her, or even when he made her come.
She hadn’t really had boyfriends so much, but when she was going out with a boy for a little while, they’d always been jealous, possessive. Had hated when she’d talked to another guy. She couldn’t imagine what they would’ve done if another boy had finger-fucked her to orgasm. Actually, she was pretty sure she knew. It looked like Wade hitting her mom when he thought she’d been flirting with another man even though he flirted with women, touched women, hell, probably slept with other women all the time. God knows he’d tried to sleep with her and at first her mom hadn’t believed her. When she finally did, she’d told Twyla it was her own fucking fault for being such a slutty little whore.
Not that Twyla would ever want to do anything with Dr. Eric if Mr. Fox weren’t there. That would feel like cheating, but this…this was something else.
“As much as I’d like an opportunity to toy with your little plaything, I think we’d better get on to the reason you brought her in.”
Twyla was sleepy and coming back into her breath as Dr. Eric undid the restraints that had held her still for her first pelvic exam—and she knew the girls at school hadn’t experienced anything like that, otherwise they’d be much, much bigger fans.
She was still drowsy as Dr. Eric pulled her knees together and lifted her feet out of the stirrups. Her daddy helped her sit up and then lifted her off the table to hold her against him. Told her she was beautiful and that he’d enjoyed that and that she was being a very good girl indeed.
“Could you please help Twyla onto her hands and knees?”
Mr. Fox put her back on the exam table as Dr. Eric had asked and she was awake enough now to feel how very naked and exposed she was. Especially when Dr. Eric nudged her knees apart and directed her to lower to her elbows.
The humiliation-laced arousal was going to do her in, she could already feel herself getting wet—wetter? Since she’d already been slick with her last orgasm?
Her most private parts were on display and she felt like she was just asking for it, while not entirely knowing what “it” was. Something. Something focused on her sex, on her arousal that made her chest feel tight and like she couldn’t quite breathe. Like she wanted to squirm and stay so very still at at the same time. It was…a lot.
She felt almost dizzy with how turned on she was but also so, so embarrassed that she was. The way her breasts hung from her chest, the way the air in the room ghosted over her on-display cunt and asshole. She swallowed and closed her eyes and tried to breathe.
