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  “Okay,” the nurse said as she returned the cuff to the holder. “Now I’m going to listen to your heart.”

  Placing one hand on Avery’s back and slipping the other through the opening in the paper shirt, the nurse held the diaphragm of the scope over Avery’s heart.

  Avery bit her bottom lip as the nurse’s hand moved slowly over her chest, raking her nipples, grazing them with her fingers. She wanted to arch into that hand, and just when her eyes were about to close, the hand moved away. Disappointment welled.

  But was short-lived.

  “Now I need you to lie down on your side so I can get an accurate temperature reading.”

  Avery quivered as the nurse’s capable hands guided her down onto her side, facing the wall. “Pull your knees up,” the nurse instructed as she peeled the paper blanket away to expose Avery’s bottom half.

  “I have a special thermometer,” the nurse said, her voice soothing as she opened one of the drawers in the base of the examining table. “It reaches deep to get the most accurate temperature reading. I’ll use the small one first.”

  Avery felt intoxicated as she waited, listening to the sound of instruments moving around in the metal drawer. The nurse’s latex-gloved hand lifted one ass cheek and then Avery jolted when cool lubricant was spread around her opening. Soon afterward, something small and hard pressed against her, breaching the orifice and the sliding easily and deeply inside.

  “Just relax,” the nurse said, holding the thermometer, letting her fingers tease against the sensitive strip of flesh between Avery’s pussy and ass.

  The nurse’s free hand stroked her hair. “It’s okay, sweetie. Just a moment longer.”

  Avery wanted to squeeze her thighs together and rock her bottom. The slightest movement would have sent her over the edge and she forced herself to lie still and breathe. A minute passed. Another. Avery’s heart pounded in her throat and then she felt the slick slide of the thermometer being removed. Her bottom ached for its return. Dampness gathered in her channel.

  “Oh no. I’m afraid I didn’t get an accurate reading. I’ll have to use the bigger thermometer. Is that okay?” Nurse Lovette asked.

  Oh fuck yes. Instead, she squeaked, “Yes.”

  “Just relax,” the nurse said. “I’m going to insert a nozzle to add some lubricant to your bottom.”

  Avery tensed when the nozzle slid in but when thick lubricant began to fill her, she felt as if she were melting.

  “That feels good, doesn’t it?” the nurse asked as she removed the nozzle.

  “Yes.”

  “If I can’t get a good reading with this thermometer, I’ll need to use a dilator on you, to stretch your bottom so you can take the bigger thermometer.”

  Avery wasn’t sure what a dilator was but she could certainly guess, and imagining having something big and thick inserted to stretch her hole aroused her tremendously. The tip of the bigger thermometer nudged her hole.

  “You’re going to feel some pressure.”

  Avery whimpered as the tapered tip slipped past her rim. The device reamed her as it slid in, wicked inch by wicked inch. She shook, fearing she couldn’t take it, grasping for the safe word that hung on the tip of her tongue. Enough. Her fingers clutched the edge of the table. Enough.

  “Almost in,” the nurse cooed. “Oh, that looks so pretty in your bottom.”

  Avery’s eyes squeezed shut and all her sensation spiraled to that one spot. The cool, hard feel of the instrument filling her nether hole sent her senses spinning. It was thinner than any cock she’d ever had inside her and Avery willingly accepted the invasion, the pain-tinged pleasure, the stark sterility she craved of an inanimate object embedded within in her ass.

  Her inner muscles relaxed into a heated throb around the thermometer. Her breathing slowed and deepened. Desire possessed her, demonic in its power. She blotted out the rational part of her that screamed this was a perversion, that such acts shouldn’t be so erotically arousing, and instead she experienced. Here she was, completely vulnerable, exposed and under the total control of Nurse Lovette. The way it had been set up, Avery could lose herself in the sensation of being commanded by a fully clothed authority figure whose rules she had to follow without question.

  Here, her control evaporated and she was free to feel.

  The nurse moved the thermometer in and out with measured slowness and Avery let out a broken sob as the slick device stroked her inner receptors.

  “Do you need to come?” Nurse Lovette’s voice washed over her like a warm silk sheet.

  Avery mewled an affirmative response and nodded. Nurse Lovette continued to fuck her bottom with the thermometer as fingers slipped through Avery’s saturated folds to find her clit. She gripped the table hard, pushing her hips back to accept everything. The fingers pressed and circled her swollen, needy flesh, sending an electric current of pleasure shooting through her body.

  Without having to delve deep into lurid fantasies, Avery found release easier than she ever had. Her orgasm built and then budded, exploding through her loins. Her ass spasmed around the intruder and her clit jerked with each pleasurable detonation.

  Only after the last tremor eddied away did the nurse slowly remove the thermometer. Avery remained in place as Nurse Lovette cleaned the excess lubricant from her bottom with a tissue. “I think we got an accurate reading that time,” she said. “Now, turn over on your back so I can do your breast exam.”

  Pulse thudding, Avery positioned herself onto her back. Ever the professional, the nurse avoided direct eye contact as she removed and discarded her gloves, washed her hands and then returned to peel away the paper gown. Rather than expose one breast, the nurse bared both.

  “Put your arms behind your head,” she instructed even as she helped Avery raise both arms.

  Cool air teased across Avery’s breasts. Her nipples puckered and she resisted the need to arch into the small, capable hands that cupped and fondled her.

  Her breasts had never been an erogenous zone. Her husbands might as well have been toying with her elbow. But lying here, uncovered, sent adrenaline rushing through her system. This was no typical breast exam. Nurse Lovette grasped both nipples between her thumbs and forefingers to pluck and roll.

  Avery’s breathing hitched. She wanted to writhe, to push her breasts fully into the expert hands plumping her tender flesh. The invisible tether between her nipples and her clit knotted and drew taut. Liquid oozed through her slit, trickling down to pool on the paper under her bottom. Avery closed her eyes and, for an instant, the setting slipped away until there was only Darby and her caressing touch. It felt so good to be touched this way by another woman that Avery found it liberating and comforting and wildly arousing in a way she’d never known with a man.

  Darby’s energy gave and Avery absorbed it. She’d never realized how much she’d needed this. The focus centered completely on her, eradicating the distracting compulsion to concentrate on pleasing someone else.

  Moans echoed off the stark wall and Avery realized the sounds came from her own lips. The fingers slipped off one nipple and then something warm and wet encircled it.

  Darby’s mouth!

  The initial shock quickly subsided. Avery wanted to thread her fingers into Darby’s hair and hold her head there but she didn’t dare move. Darby’s tongue darted around the areola, tasting, flicking. Her mouth sucked, drawing the nipple up, pulling hard until Avery let out a little gasp. Leaning over her, Darby then moved to the neglected nipple, giving it the same erotic attention.

  Avery’s channel clenched. God, she was so fucking wet. Why had she never before sought to cure her kinky desires?

  Darby’s head lifted and she gently closed the paper gown. Breathless, Avery stared. More. Please don’t stop.

  But her need for more vanished when Darby transformed into the nurse once more and began readying the stirrups. “I need to do your pelvic exam now. Put your feet in the stirrups and slide down to the end of the table.”

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  Avery scooted down the table, knowing that with every inch, her knees rose higher and her thighs splayed. The paper drape over her legs grew taut and Nurse Lovette arranged it so Avery’s knees could drop open even wider.

  She felt so exposed and so terribly vulnerable. But for the safe word, her control was nonexistent.

  The nurse took a seat on a rolling stool and moved in between Avery’s legs, disappearing from view. Avery laced her fingers over abdomen, listening as a drawer rattled open.

  “I’m going to have a look inside you and then I’ll perform a manual exam.” The nurse’s voice drifted from under the drape.

  Avery bit her bottom lip as gloved fingers parted her folds so wide the stretch burned. Something smooth and cool pressed against her opening and slid easily inside. The fingers that had been stretching her open moved to her clit, and Avery let out a little cry when a thumb and forefinger clipped around the swollen bud and tugged.

  A ragged breath left her lungs as the speculum inside her pussy ratcheted open, filling her full. The slick feel of an inanimate object prodding her sent trickles of pleasure pulsing through her body.

  Fingers still latched onto Avery’s clit, the nurse eased the speculum out and then stood before thrusting two fingers deep in Avery’s pussy.

  Avery inhaled sharply at the sudden, sweet invasion. Her eyes locked with the nurse’s and held as the fingers stroked sensitive inner tissue, awakening nerve endings and firing dopamine-laced pleasure waves through her body.

  “Open your top. Show me your breasts,” the nurse commanded.

  Everything inside Avery tightened to the snapping point as she drew open the paper covering.

  “Squeeze your nipples.”

  Yes. This was what she’d wanted. To be dominated by someone clearly in control, to be forced to take the pleasure her body offered. Avery rolled both nipples between her thumbs and fingers, tugging and stretching them, pinching them. Her feet pushed against the stirrups until she could rock her hips in time with the thrusting fingers in her pussy.

  The hint of a smile played on one corner of Darby’s mouth and then she sank onto her stool again. Avery continued to torment her own nipples as her concentration centered on what was happening under the drape. The fingers left her clit and in their place, something deliciously warm replaced them.

  Long, low moans spilled from Avery’s mouth as Darby’s tongue flicked around the throbbing little pearl. Legs falling open impossibly wider, Avery jerked at the blissful sensations. Lips plucked at her flesh. Fingers explored. She’d never before been this intimate with a woman. She’d never before felt so…cherished. This kiss was something offered to her without any expectation of a return. It made her feel whole. Complete.

  She’d been stripped bare and let loose to enjoy. Without warning, another orgasm slipped up on her, blindsided her and sent her reeling to the stars.

  Avery cried out as rapture thundered through her body, its tendrils snaking and reaching deep. Soul deep.

  Images flashed in her mind. Kissing Darby. Holding her. Pleasing her. Touching her between the legs. She suddenly wanted to do all those things to her nurse lover, to show her the pleasure she, Avery, felt.

  But when the aftershocks abated, the nurse stood, removed her gloves and efficiently held out a hand to help Avery sit. Dazed from her experience, her head swam when she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the table.

  “I think you’ll need to come back for a few more tests,” Nurse Lovette said, her face devoid of any emotion.

  Avery blinked, still trying to clear the cobwebs from her head. “Yes. Yes.”

  “Good. You can get dressed and then come up to the front desk to make your next appointment.” The nurse opened the door and left the room.

  Avery sat bewildered and aroused and so thoroughly sated, she thought she would pass out if she tried to stand. This experience had exceeded her wildest expectations but had also sparked something else. A fierce attraction to Darby. And a need to explore sex with a woman. This woman. While Avery had enjoyed being on the receiving end of oral sex given by a woman, she suddenly wanted to try her hand at giving it.

  She raked her hand through her hair and slid off the table. Still shaking, she put her clothes back on and walked back up to the lobby and the little window. Despite the ecstasy she’d experienced, instinct railed at her to flee out the back door and never come back.

  Something far more insidious inspired her to stop.

  “I have an appointment open at ten tomorrow,” Darby said and then innocently chewed the tip of her ink pen.

  The gesture attracted Avery’s attention to the nurse’s full, soft lips and her own mouth went cotton dry. “Ten would be perfect.”

  Darby filled out an appointment card and handed it to her patient. Avery stuck the card in her bag and then muttered an awkward goodbye before disappearing out the back door.

  Letting out a sigh, Darby buried her face in her hands. Oh God. She’d crossed the line. She never—ever—should have allowed herself to be so intimate with Avery. Touching her and helping her find release while undergoing a procedure was one thing. It was what they’d agreed to. But eating her pussy?

  “Fuck,” Darby cursed aloud. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  She licked the tip of her tongue across her lips, tasting the sweet nectar from Avery’s sex. When she’d been on the table, her blushing folds had opened like a butterfly’s wings, revealing the moist, pink flesh inside. Darby’s stomach tightened. She squeezed her thighs together. Even through the gloves, she’d felt the velvety tissues gripping her fingers, welcoming the invasion.

  Lord have mercy, she hadn’t been able to resist burying her face in that sweet pussy, of breathing in Avery’s soap-and-water-feminine fragrance. She’d seemed so guarded and defenseless on that table, with her long brown hair cascading across the stark-white pillowslip and those pink lips puckered in a perfect pout. Darby had only wanted to soothe away the fear emanating from Avery’s wide, hazel eyes.

  Darby certainly didn’t want to get involved in another relationship with a patient. If she’d maintained her distance with Marissa, maybe they’d still be together. Darby ached at the memory of her lover. It had broken her heart when Marissa left. A six-month stint of anti-depressants hadn’t helped. Neither had dating normal women. They’d all wondered about the little clinic in the back of her house and when she ventured to explain its purpose, they’d avoided her, unfriended her on the social networks and even blocked her emails.

  For Darby, giving was second nature. She didn’t know how to not seek out the heady mixture of compassion and control she exerted when she had a patient on the table. Because the only real long-term relationship she’d ever had revolved around the fetish, she felt lost without it.

  She’d hoped to fulfill her need by helping Avery—not by trying to turn a straight woman gay.

  After today, though, she wasn’t so sure Avery was exactly straight. Her response to having her breasts kissed and her pussy devoured indicated Avery, at the very least, had an open mind.

  Darby breathed in, the mere action of drawing a breath enhancing her arousal. Her clit swelled and throbbed against the cotton crotch of her panties. Absentmindedly, she spread her legs and brushed her fingertips over her aching flesh. Even through her clothes, the touch was electric.

  She closed her eyes and visualized Avery’s beautifully blushed pussy lips parting to reveal the juicy core within. Darby had ached to taste the forbidden fruit, to pleasure her patient in myriad ways.

  Avery’s particular brand of vulnerability—her complete surrender to the erotic examination—had caused Darby to want to gather the woman into her arms, to kiss her and comfort her.

  She slid her fingers under the band of her panties and massaged her clit. Her legs shook and she rocked in her chair. The need to come burned hot. Leaning slightly forward, she rubbed with furious intent, shuddering as sensation budded and then blossomed, unfurling through her limbs, c
ausing her to writhe in her chair in a torrent of ecstasy.

  Even as the last burst of desire dulled and faded away, she questioned her motives. Her resolve.

  Getting involved was out of the question. This situation was far too perfect. Darby had a patient with whom she could connect on a sexual level. She couldn’t lose another lover to familiarity.

  * * * * *

  Avery sat in a different waiting room. This one belonged to her therapist. At first, she’d thought making an appointment to follow her morning session with Darby was prudent. Now, Avery wasn’t so sure.

  The door to his office opened. “Avery.”

  Her stomach flipped as she stood. Even though Darby had wiped the lube from her bottom, Avery still felt the slick slide between her legs, dampening her panties, reminding her of what had transpired earlier this morning.

  “Come in,” Dr. Milburn said, holding the door for Avery as she slipped past him and took her usual seat on his leather sofa.

  “How is everything today?” he asked, seating himself across from her in a matching chair.

  “I went to see her this morning,” Avery blurted.

  His graying eyebrows lifted. “Your nurse?”

  She nodded.

  Dr. Milburn steepled his fingers. “And how did that go?”

  “I have another appointment tomorrow.” Her heart beat as fast a cornered rabbit’s.

  “Did the experience trigger any memories?”

  “No. But for the first time, I achieved…sexual satisfaction without having to resort to fantasizing about the fetish.”

  “How did it make you feel?”

  Avery uncrossed then recrossed her legs. “I’m not sure,” she said after giving it some thought. Dark images flashed in her head. In truth, she’d experienced the perfect blend of erotic humiliation and loss of control she needed to push her over the edge. She swallowed tightly. “I…I felt…free. I wanted more.”

  “Free?”