Chapter 4: Dr. Grant: Chapter 4

A sex toy? Is that what she said?

I try my best to school my features, praying my face doesn’t betray my shock. I will my face to remain blank and nod at the stunning redhead standing in front of me.

“I can explain,” she tells me, her cheeks blazing. She can barely look me in the eye, and something about her stirs my heart. I bite back a smile and shake my head, holding a hand up.

“That’s all right, Ms. Astor,” I say, gesturing toward the patient bed in my office. The damn thing is nicer than anything I own, and it’s perfectly suited for a woman like the one standing in front of me.

She smiles at me, and fuck me. My heart skips a damn beat. I didn’t think she could get any more beautiful, but fucking hell…

I swallow hard as I follow her to the bed, pulling on my gloves. Her lips fall open when she sits down and I bite down on my lip. Whatever it is she’s got stuck in her must feel pretty damn good if that look in her eyes is any indication.

“Please be careful, doctor,” she says, her voice soft. I nod, oddly nervous. I spent years doing medical rotations. This is far from the craziest thing I’ve experienced, yet somehow, I’m as nervous as when I was an intern.

She hangs her head as she slowly exposes more of her skin. My eyes follow her fingers as she pulls up her red dress, exposing her thighs first, until I can just about catch a glimpse of her bare pussy. No underwear.

Amara presses her legs together and looks up at me hesitantly. Beautiful. The way that blush stains her cheeks crimson, the way those blue eyes of her betray her nerves. She’s without a doubt the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

“Don’t laugh, okay?” she whispers.

I shake my head reassuringly and smile at her. “I won’t. I promise.”

She pulls her dress up to her hips and spreads her legs, squeezing her eyes closed. I bite back another smile as I kneel in front of her, taking in the faint strawberry smell. Lube?

“Okay, let’s take a look,” I murmur, placing my gloved hands on her thighs to spread them just a little further. Amara gasps and places her hands on my shoulder. “Are you okay?” I ask, worried.

I didn’t think her face could get any redder, but it does. “Um… yes,” she says, her voice husky. She’s so fucking sexy, and I doubt she even realizes it.

“I won’t hurt you, okay?”

She nods, and I lean in to take a look. I can’t see anything. Whatever she’s put inside her is in deep.

“Can I touch you? Please let me know if at any point you don’t feel comfortable.”

She nods, and I carefully push my index finger into her to feel where her toy got stuck. Whatever she’s got in there is vibrating ever so slightly, but it certainly isn’t budging. Interesting.

“Oh,” she gasps, her grip on my shoulders tightening. “Oh my god.”

I freeze when her muscles tighten around my finger, her entire body shaking. She comes on my finger, and my cock hardens instantly. Fuck.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispers.

“It’s okay,” I tell her, trying my best to avoid eye contact. I don’t want to make this any more awkward than it already must be for her. “I’ll need something to grip it with,” I tell her, and she nods, facing the window.

“Please be careful, Dr. Grant. The toy… it’s my own invention. I’m an engineer. This is my only prototype, so please don’t break it.”

I nod as I walk back to her, a set of tools in hand. I hold up medical pliers and she looks at me, her expression a mixture of worry and lust. Damn. She looks so beautiful sitting there, her legs spread, her long hair covering her body.

“No,” she says. “That might damage it, and since this is a prototype, it’s not quite safe enough for us to break it while it’s inside me. There’d likely be some electric shock.”

I nod. “Something soft then.”

“It relies on suction. That’s why it won’t budge.”

I kneel in front of her again. “All right. I’ll have to break the seal somehow.”

She tenses when I carefully push two fingers back into her, feeling around for the edges of her toy. Amara pushes her legs closed just as I manage the wrangle a finger in-between her skin and the toy. Her grip is fucking tight, and I tense as a moan escapes her lips. She pushes her hips up against my hand as her eyes fall closed, another orgasm washing over her.

“Oh God,” she moans. “I’m so sorry, Dr. Grant. I… I can’t help it. I’m so sorry. Your fingers… I can’t.”

I smile and bite down on the edge of my lip, my fingers still buried deep inside her. “Don’t you worry. It’s only natural. You’re going to have to keep your legs open for me, Ms. Astor.”

Her eyes widen and she opens her legs back up for me. “Call me Amara,” she whispers, looking away. “I came on your hand twice… it’s strange hearing you call me by my mother’s name.”

“Amara,” I whisper, and her pussy spasms again. Fucking hell. She’s sensitive, and my filthy mind can’t help but wonder what it’d feel like to have her squeeze my dick. She’s so sensitive I reckon she’d come all over my cock, multiple times.

“I think I’ve got it,” I tell her. “Bear with me, okay?”

I manage to pull it just slightly lower, and that’s all it takes. The weird-shaped tool slips out of her, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I doubt my sanity or my cock could take another second of this.

Amara moans loudly as it slips out of her, revealing how insanely wet she is. I grab her toy, my sick mind wishing I wasn’t wearing gloves. I wish I’d gotten a feel of her, of her wetness.

I lift it up and rise to my feet with a smile on my face. Amara looks at me with wide eyes as I place it down next to her. She hops off the bed, only to tumble straight into my arms as though her legs can’t carry her.

I catch her, my arms wrapping around her instinctively, and she gasps. It takes me a moment to realize that my erection is pressing up against her stomach, and I take a step away hastily, my hands on her shoulders.

“I do apologize, Ms. Astor,” I tell her, unsure what else to say. I’m as in control of my body’s response to her as she was of her orgasms just moments ago, but that doesn’t excuse my lack of professionalism. I shouldn’t be getting turned on by a patient. Not just a patient. Amara Astor. While I don’t know for sure who she is, I know she must be related to Mr. Astor. To Astor College. A moment of unprofessionalism with her could cost me my future.

“To be honest, this really just makes this whole experience far more bearable,” she says, grinning. “At least I wasn’t the only one turned on.”

I smile involuntarily and look away, shaking my head. “That shouldn’t have happened,” I tell her, letting go of her. “And you needn’t be embarrassed. I’m merely doing my job. However, I strongly advise against inserting unsafe prototypes. If nothing else, refrain from doing so without medical supervision. This could have gone quite wrong.”

“I’m an engineer, Dr. Grant. I’m not going to stop testing my own inventions. Medical supervision is a good idea, though… are you volunteering?”

My eyes widen, and Amara bursts out laughing as she grabs her toy and throws it in her handbag. “You’re cute when you’re flustered,” she tells me as she walks past me, seemingly unaffected by the ordeal we just went through. “Thank you for your help, Dr. Grant,” she says, and then she’s gone.

The door closes behind her, and I stare at it, fully fucking mesmerized. This girl. Who the fuck is she?