A moment passes, and then I just all of a suddenknowthat his lips are curving into the sexiest smile behind his mask.
"Good girl."
It's my first time to hear himpurrin person, and desire licks me all over at the sound.
"Now..."
His tone is so, so much thicker now, and I can't get enough of it.
"I'll need you to lie back down..."
The butterflies inside my stomach make their presence felt as I do as he asks.
Dr. Somebody briefly walks away before returning with a wheeled pair of gynecology stirrups.
Clicking and snapping sounds follow as he attaches them to the consultation bed before locking its wheels into place.
"Legs up..."
I feel a little dizzy as he props my legs up on the cushioned stirrups. They feel comfortable under my skin, but what's not comfortable at all is how my new position has my legs wide open before him.
"I'll need to cut these open..."
What?
My eyes widen when I find him suddenly holding up a pair of scissors to my gaze.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
I don't know whether to feel silly or appropriately terrified as the shiny blades of his scissors disappear in the next moment.
"It's alright," Dr. Somebody murmurs.
My heart starts to hammer as his big, strong hand presses down against my belly.
"You have nothing to be afraid of."
Something cold and smooth touches my skin.
Scissors.
And then I stop breathing as he starts cutting my panties.
Snip. Snip. Snip.
"There."
I only start breathing again when he steps back, and I find myself still in one piece.
"Did I scare you?" he asks lazily.
"Yes," I whisper.
"You don't seem to be lying..."
"I'm not—-"
"But it seems as if fear isn't the only thing I've made you feel."