Chapter 5 A Trip To The Doctors 3

I stared at the elevators climbing like a countdown to my doom, or maybe orgasm.

My thighs pressed together on instinct, a very useless attempt at calming the throbbing of my pussy just from memory.

Fuck. I have become addicted to him.

No one had ever paid any attention to me that way, nobody. Not once.

And I know he's just doing his job but fuck, he does it so well.

I got the reception and the assistant that always greeted me sat there with that sly smile plastered on her face.

"Dr. Lee will see you now," she said sweetly, like there was something different about today's session.

I stepped into the room with my heart racing and my clit already pulsing just from being near him.

Dr. Jay turned from the counter, flipping through a chart calmly.

"Aliyah," he said, eyes dragging up my body. "Always the punctual patient."

"I wanted this to be over with," I lied through my teeth, I wanted anything but our relationship to be done with.

He smirked tsking. "You turn bright red when you lie, Ali."

Jay, circled around me, a really sick glint filled his eyes and if I thought whatever plan he had for me would make me beg in ways I didn't find prude.

"You must be wondering why I look more official today," he said, brushing hair back from my face like I was his and had always been his.

I nodded slowly.

"Well," he murmured, voice low and devastating, "today's visit is part of a formal response assessment. I've logged your previous symptoms, initial stimulation tolerance and now I want to test your stamina."

"S-stamina?"

He motioned to the padded chair, but there was something new beside it.

A mirror.

"You'll be watching this session," he said.

Fuck no, that'd be embarrassing.

"I want you to see how your body betrays your mind," he continued. "How arousal manifests in your breath, your muscles, your sounds. By the end of today..." He leaned down, lips barely brushing mine. "You will most likely be pleading for my cock.

"And if I don't?" I whispered, just to poke the bear.

His eyes darkened. "I know you will."

He guided me into the chair like I was made of glass and each touch made my skin tingle with nerves.

"Look at yourself," he said.

I glanced up and immediately wished I hadn't. I was exposed, my legs spread wide open by the wedge cushion, and my robe kept sliding off my shoulder, revealing my taut nipples.

"Tell me what you see," he ordered.

"I-I see myself."

His brow quirked. "That's disappointing. I see a desperate little patient filled with lust and whose pussy is staining my chair with her pussy juice before I even touch her."

I whimpered, from the exposure. I glanced up again. He was right, I could see it too.

My eyes were dilated, small and my mouth was slightly open. I look like a fucking slut.

His slut.

He snapped the gloves on, put my thigh further apart and slid between my legs, tapping the inside of my left thigh.

"You know the rules, do not touch me, do not plead, no orgasms until I allow it. What happens if you break them?"

I nodded, breath shallow. "I lose the privilege of being here."

"Good girl."

His fingers traced around my clit, not on it very slowly. My hips twitched trying to get his fingers to at least graze my clit.

"I said watch."

I forced my eyes to the mirror, if I ever thought my reflection was slutty it was way worse. My makeup was smudged and runny.

Then one finger slid inside. Then two. Curling, teasing-but never hard enough. Never deep enough.

"You're so wet it's leaking onto the cushion," he murmured. "Is that embarrassment I see?"

I bit my lip, hips grinding down.

"Don't." He pulled back. "I'm not here to make you come yet. Your body is getting used to being stimulated, let's see how much more you can deal with."

It was unbearable, my clit throbbed intensely as I clenched around nothing.

"Jay, please-"

He stood, towering over me with a cold demeanor. "Are you breaking the rule?"

I trembled. "Yes. I don't care. Please. Please, I want it. I need you. Inside me."

His eyes sharpened. "Say it properly."

I stared at my reflection. I looked needy, flushed and dripping.

"I want you to fuck me," I whispered. "Please, Dr. Lee. I need your cock. I want it deep. I know I said no fucking but if this is going to be my last session, I need to feel your cock inside of me, please."

He quickly tore off his gloves and undid his belt, I watched with a watery mouth as his cock sprung free.

Whoever said Asian men has small dicks were fucking liars, the cock facing me right now was about 8inches long and had girth as well.

I had never taken anything more than 5 inches before, how could I take this?

"Finally," he muttered, rubbing the tip of his cock on my pussy.

There was no way his cock would fit inside me, "I- I don't think you will fit."

"With the way your pussy is trying to pull me in, I am certain it will fit, Aliyah."

He yanked me to the edge and thrust into me-one brutal, glorious motion. I cried out, loud, raw.

"Fuck you're so fuckinh tight keep your eyes on the mirror," he growled against my ear.

I did as I was ordered, my eyes turned to the mirror and I could barely keep it open.

I looked gone as jay's longs stroke plunged deep inside me, my mouth hung open as silent gasps escaped me.

Fuck. I can't handle this anymore, Jay pounded deeper, grunting with every stroke.

"I wanted to be deep inside you from the moment you walked into my office," he gritted into my neck. "You love this don't you, you love how my cock slams into you."

"Yess," I gasped. "Fuck, yes."

"For a dry pussy, it keeps pulling me in like a cock hungry monster."

Jay pulled my head to him, kissing me as his cock drilled my hole.

"Nobody is allowed to fuck you, nobody but me. Understood?"

He slammed harder. My nails dug into the chair. His hand wrapped around my throat-just enough to make me dizzy.

I could feel my orgasm building inside me, Jay did too because he didn't stop. He kept pounding, hitting my g-spot.

"Cum on my cock Aliyah," He grunted, his hands still wrapped around my throat.

And like a fucking obedient patient, I came hard but jay didn't stop.

He kept fucking me senseless until I was close to passing out.

I shadow cast around the room and I thought I was imagining things until my eyes darted to the mirror and I saw a reflection.

The receptionist? What was she doing here in a white coat?

She stood in the corner like she'd been watching him fuck me the whole time.

My breath caught.

"W-what-"

"Relax," Jay said, voice calm like this was normal. Like I wasn't naked and trembling and filled with him. "Maureen is here for formal data collection."

She stepped closer, calmly like this was fucking normal. Her gloved fingers flexed once before she moved beside me.

"Continue," she said, unbothered, clipboard in hand. "Patient's orgasm lasted approximately twelve seconds. Breathing is erratic. Muscle spasms still present."

Jay continued, this time his speed reduced but he thrusts deeper.

"She will assist in assessing stimulation tolerance," he said.

Her fingers brushed my nipple, pinching it slightly before rolling it.

Fucking hell.

I couldn't pay attention to one thing. Jay's cock deep in my pussy or Maureen's finger teasing my nipple while her other hand played with my clit.

It was too much.

"I can't do this," I breathed out.

"Clitoral sensitivity increased," she noted. "Dilated pupils. She's close again."

"No," Jay snapped. "Not yet, you're not coming yet."

Her other finger on my clit didn't stop, she pinched it slightly and massaged it slowly, making me drip more on Hay's cock.

I didn't think it was ever possible to be this wet while being fucked.

I sobbed, unable to hold on anymore

"I-I can't-"

"You can," Maureen said flatly. "And you will."

Jay growled in approval. "That's it, Aliyah. Be a good girl for me, Aliyah."

I writhed, the pleasure too much for me to bear. I needed to come, I can't hold it in anymore.

"Cum for me, cum on my cock," Jay ordered.

Maureen's motion on my clit increased and Jay's strokes increased.

I didn't hold back, I came harder than I ever had, longer and I didn't want to end.