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A playful smile tugged at the corners of Patti’s mouth as she anticipated exactly what style of examination Trent might have that would be so unusual. She’d always harbored a secret fantasy for this kind of experience, and sharing it with Trent only heightened her excitement. “Yes, Doctor North,” she said. “I trust you, Doctor. I know you’d never use your position of authority to take advantage of me.” She hoped he knew that she was just playing a role.
“Remember,” Trent continued, his gaze never leaving her eyes, “you have a safeword. If at any point you feel uncomfortable, please use it.”
Patti nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes, Daddy.” She felt a delicious thrill at the prospect of surrendering to him, knowing she had the power to stop everything with a single word, “chocolate,” if needed.
“Alright then, young lady, let’s begin,” Trent said, rolling up his sleeves. He reached out and gently caressed Patti’s leg, his touch light and tender. As his fingers traced the contours of her calf and thigh, Patti felt warmth flood through her body. It was clear that he was checking her leg for injuries, but he was doing so much more than that, too. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to contain the moan threatening to escape.
Trent noticed her reaction and smiled, briefly allowing his own excitement to show. He moved closer and continued his exploration of her leg, each stroke sending shivers down Patti’s spine.
As the sensation intensified, Patti could feel her arousal growing. She knew that, under Trent’s skilled touch, she was discovering an entirely new side of herself, one that wouldn’t be so easy to conceal. But for once, she didn’t care. She wanted to give in to the pleasure and lose herself in the moment.
“Everything in order?” Trent asked, pausing to gauge her reaction.
“Y-yes,” Patti stammered, her voice barely a whisper. “Please don’t stop.”
Trent obliged, his fingers resuming their slow dance across her skin. With each touch, Patti felt herself slipping further into a world of pure sensation. The memory of her fall in the goat enclosure was fading, replaced by the tender care of her Daddy Dom.
Trent’s hand came to a gentle stop on Patti’s leg. “Well. There’s good news and bad news. Good news first: your leg seems fine. No breaks or sprains. The bad news, though, is that I’m concerned about potential damage to your nervous system,” he said, his voice soft but serious. “My examination seems to have… aroused you. That’s a very unfortunate turn of events.”
“Oh no!” whispered Patti, hamming up the innocent character she was playing.
“I’m afraid so. I’ll need to remove your clothes for a more thorough examination.”
Patti bit her lip, struggling to keep her composure as arousal coursed through her body. The idea of Trent undressing her only intensified her desire, and she found herself nodding in agreement. What would it feel like to have his strong hands peeling away the layers that hid her most intimate secrets?
“If it’s absolutely necessary,” she whispered, her eyes locking with his.
“Oh, it’s essential.”
With slow, deliberate movements, Trent began to unbutton Patti’s blouse. He seemed to savor each moment, his fingers lingering on her skin as the fabric parted. Patti felt her breath hitch with each new inch of exposed flesh, her heartbeat accelerating in anticipation.
As Trent slid the blouse from her shoulders, Patti couldn’t help but squirm under his steady gaze. She had never felt so vulnerable, yet so alive. It was as if Trent could see straight through her, stripping away not just her clothes, but the emotional barriers she’d spent a lifetime building.
Once her blouse was removed, Trent carefully unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Patti was now clad only in her underwear, her body a canvas awaiting his expert touch. She watched as his eyes roved over her, taking in every curve and detail.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, and Patti felt a shiver run down her spine. No one had ever looked at her this way before – with such reverence and desire.
Trent reached out and hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties, gently tugging them down, inch by torturous inch. Patti held her breath, feeling an intoxicating mix of fear and excitement. This was it – the moment of truth.
As her panties slipped entirely off, Patti looked into Trent’s eyes and saw something that surprised her: a hint of vulnerability. He, too, was taking a risk, allowing himself to be drawn into this dance of desire and trust. He was so brave, putting himself out there like this.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice laced with gratitude and longing.
Trent’s eyes roved over her, taking in every inch of her exposed skin. He gently traced a finger along her collarbone, down her chest, and circled around her breasts. His touch was electrifying.
“Your skin is so smooth,” Trent whispered, his voice low and sensual. “Absolutely flawless.”
He continued his exploration, running his hands over her belly, her hips, and finally, down to her buttocks. Each caress was delicate yet firm, as if he were both examining and worshipping her body. Patti felt waves of pleasure radiating from each point of contact, a warm glow spreading throughout her entire being.
“Thank you,” she gasped, barely able to form the words through her mounting arousal. Her mind raced with thoughts of how much she wanted him, how she longed for their bodies to come together.
“Let’s check your reflexes now,” Trent said, his voice steady and professional despite the heated atmosphere. He positioned himself between her legs, his fingers hovering just above her dampening folds.
“It’s crucial that you relax,” he instructed, and Patti tried to comply, but it was difficult when every nerve in her body seemed to be on high alert. As Trent’s fingers grazed her inner thigh, moving ever closer to her core, she bit her lip to stifle a moan.
“Almost there,” Trent murmured, his own breathing becoming slightly labored. The tension between them was palpable, a potent force that threatened to overwhelm them both.
Finally, his fingertips brushed against her wetness, and Patti couldn’t help but whimper at the sensation. She was on the edge, teetering precariously between control and abandon.
