What the fuck did I just do?
Panic flooded through every single vein in my body.
Did I just urinate on the doctor's finger? Oh God, what was he going to do to me now? Would he shout at me for being disgusting? Would he call the nurse, send me away, and refuse to ever treat me again?
I lay there trembling on the examination table, my heart hammering against my ribs like a wild animal trying to escape. When Doctor Lucian slowly looked up from between my spread legs and met my frantic eyes, my heart skipped a frantic beat.
"I'm sorry, sir! It wasn't intentional," I blurted out instantly, my voice cracking with desperation as hot tears pricked the corners of my eyes. "I don't know how it happened, but I promise I won't mess up your fingers again. Please forgive me, doctor!"
To my utter shock, he didn't scold me. He didn't pull away in disgust or reach for a towel to wipe his hand off with irritation. Instead, a gentle, understanding smile appeared on his handsome face.
"You don't need to apologize, Bella. It's not your fault at all," he replied softly, his deep voice carrying a soothing warmth that instantly cut through the cold terror in my chest.
"You must think it's your urine." He looked down at his slick, wet fingers, then back up at me. "But, it's not. What just happened is a clear sign of a serious medical issue—one that is even more complex than the excessive hair growth."
His words made my heart plummet straight into my stomach, and I panicked even more. A serious medical issue? Was something fundamentally wrong with my body beyond the thick brush of hair I had spent years hiding?
"Please, can you treat it?" I begged, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as I looked at him pleadingly. "Please help me out, doctor. I want to be okay. I want to be like everyone else."
"Yes, I can handle it," he replied, reassuring me. "But before I start the proper procedure, I have one crucial question for you."
He leaned in slightly, his striking eyes locking onto mine with intense focus. "Are you a virgin?"
I swallowed hard, my throat completely dry, before I gave a swift nod. "Yes, I'm a virgin."
"Perfect. Being a virgin will actually make it much easier to treat this properly. And... don't panick when I start. The procedure won't break your hymen." He said, his tone completely professional as he offered me another encouraging smile. "Now, I need you to just relax your muscles completely for me."
Before I could even process what he meant, he shifted his position between my widely parted knees. He brought his hand back to my slick, sensitive folds, his bare thumb gently rubbing against my pussy lips to soothe the raw nerve endings.
The warmth of his touch sent a fresh shudder along my skin. Then, in the very next second, I felt the firm, rounded tip of his finger pressing against my tight entrance, slowly sliding inside of me.
A sharp, electric shock hit my core the moment he broke through my tightness. It wasn't a sharp pain, but a deep, overwhelming sensation of fullness that immediately flooded my entire lower body. The warm finger stretched me open millimeter by millimeter, coated in the very slick fluid my body had just produced.
An unbearable, sweet sensation blossomed deep within my pelvis, radiating through every nerve in my abdomen and turning my muscles into complete jelly.
"Ohhhh! Doctor!" I moaned out, totally unable to stop the embarrassing sound from escaping my lips. My walls instinctively clamped down tightly, clenching my pussy firmly around his advancing finger.
I didn't know what was happening to my body anymore. I didn't understand why a simple medical exam was making my head spin and my core burn with such intense heat, but it was, without a doubt, the sweetest, most intoxicating feeling I had ever experienced in my entire life.
He paid no mind to my gasp and went on to penetrate me further, sliding his hand forward with practiced, deliberate ease until the full length of his long middle finger was buried deep inside of me.
"How do you feel?" he asked, his voice low and calm as he kept his hand perfectly still inside my tight, pulsing canal.
"I... I don't know! It feels strange!" I replied in breathless gasps, my head tossing back against the paper-covered pillow.
I couldn't bring myself to admit the truth out loud. I was far too embarrassed to confess just how mind-numbingly sweet it felt, or to admit that I was utterly enjoying every single second of his finger buried deep within my private parts.
"I need you to tell me exactly how it feels, Bella," he insisted , looking right at my flushed face. "I need to know so I will know if I should stop or keep going."
He began to move his finger slowly, sliding it in and out. The friction was so intensely sensitive that my eyes instantly rolled up toward the ceiling. I blindly reached out and grabbed the edges of the bedsheets, twisting my toes tightly out of sheer, unadulterated pleasure. The sweet pressure building in my lower belly was driving me completely out of my mind.
"Ohhhh!" I moaned out again, abandoning every shred of my self-control as I arched my back slightly off the bed, riding the wave of friction he was creating inside me.
He suddenly slowed his pace, his finger pausing mid-stroke as he observed my writhing body. "You don't seem comfortable with what I'm doing. Am I hurting you? Should I stop?"
"Nooo!" I nearly screamed the word out, the sudden fear of losing that incredible feeling overriding all my shyness.
I couldn't let him take his finger out. Not now, when I was hanging on the edge of a precipice I had never known existed.
"Please don't stop! Keep doing that to me... please!" I gasped out, completely shameless in my desperation.
"So you're enjoying it?" he asked softly, a subtle spark of satisfaction glinting in his eyes.
"Please, just don't stop!" I pleaded again, squirming frantically underneath.
Satisfied with my response, Doctor Lucian increased his pace a bit, plunging his finger in and out of my tight, soaking pussy. With every swift stroke, I felt myself dripping more and more, my body gushing wetness that thoroughly coated his hand and messed his fingers with a warm, slick fluid.
I tried with all my power to hold it back, to stop my body from acting so lewdly in front of a doctor, but I simply couldn't. It was the one thing in the world I had absolutely no control over. The faster and deeper he slid his finger in and out, the more I overflowed, drenching his hand in my wetness.
Doctor Lucian paused for a brief second, feeling the heavy surge of moisture coating his palm. "You are still dripping profusely, Bella," he observed, his voice dripping with quiet authority as he looked at my trembling, exposed body. "To stop this fluid from continuously building up and causing you distress, I must unblock it entirely. I need to clear the passage and let it all out."
"Whatever it will take... just do it," I panted out, ready to surrender completely to whatever treatment he deemed necessary. Hw smiled down at me and murmured softly, "Good girl."