Chapter 3: Rising Action
Dr. Hart lay on the cold, sterile surgical table, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for Dr. Mitchell to begin. The anticipation was mingled with a sense of fear, but she couldn't deny that there was a thrill to the vulnerability she was feeling. Her short blonde hair fanned out around her head, and her green eyes were wide with excitement as she looked up at him.
"Ready?" Dr. Mitchell asked, his voice low and seductive as he hovered above her, his piercing blue eyes locked onto hers.
His hand moved to her face, brushing a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear, and a shiver ran down her spine at his touch.
"Yes, I'm ready," Amelia replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel the wetness already pooling between her legs at the thought of what was about to happen. She had never felt such excitement, such intense arousal, as she did in that moment.
Dr. Mitchell nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
He had a playful nature but also knew how to be serious when needed. He reached for the oxygen mask and placed it over her mouth and nose, adjusting the straps so that they were snug but not too tight against her skin.
"Just breathe normally," he instructed quietly. "I'm going to administer the anesthesia now."
Amelia nodded, her heartbeat quickening as she felt the cold metal cannula against her skin. She closed her eyes as the drug began to take effect, a wave of euphoria washing over her.
Her body felt heavy and relaxed, and she could feel herself sinking into the table beneath her. She could hear the sound of Dr. Mitchell's voice, but it was muffled, distant, as if she were underwater. She could feel his hands on her, and she tried to focus on the sensation, but it was becoming difficult to concentrate.
"That's it," she heard Dr. Mitchell say, his voice clearer now. "Just relax and let yourself go."
She could feel his fingers on her arm, tracing a pattern on her skin.
It was a soothing sensation, one that made her feel safe and protected. And then, she felt something else: the cold, hard plastic of a tube being inserted into her throat. She struggled to breathe, to cough, but she was unable to do so. She was completely at his mercy.
Dr. Mitchell's face came into view, his eyes filled with concern. "It's alright, Amelia," he said, his voice soothing and calming. "You're safe. You're under anesthesia now."
Amelia's mind swirled with confusion and fear as she tried to process what was happening. She could feel her body reacting to the anesthesia, her limbs feeling heavy and her mind fuzzy. But the sensation of the tube in her throat was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but panic.
With a final, desperate effort, she tried to pull away, to scream, to fight. But her body betrayed her, going limp as the anesthesia took hold.
She felt herself being moved, a cold, metallic sensation against her skin. She tried to open her eyes, to see what was happening, but they refused to cooperate. Everything was dark and quiet, save for the distant sound of Dr. Mitchell's voice.
"She's out," he said, his voice hushed and professional. "I've got her prepped and ready."
Amelia couldn't tell where she was, or what was happening around her. She was floating, weightless, her mind drifting away on the tide of the anesthesia.
Then, she felt it: the gentle touch of Dr. Mitchell's fingers on her body.
His touch was gentle, tracing a path up the inside of her thigh before stopping just at the edge of her panties. She could feel the heat of his body, the warmth radiating from his fingertips as he teased her, and she let out a soft moan, her body betraying her.
"Shh, it's okay," Dr. Mitchell whispered in her ear, his voice hushed and soothing.
"Just relax, Amelia. You're safe, I promise."
Amelia's mind was clouded with a haze of euphoria and desire as she felt Dr. Mitchell's fingers slip under the edge of her panties. She could feel his breath on her skin, hot and heavy as he exhaled. She let out another soft moan, involuntarily arching her back towards him.
"That's it," he murmured in her ear, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let yourself go, Amelia.
You're safe with me."
With those words, Dr. Mitchell's fingers began to move, exploring the slick, hot folds of her sex with a gentleness that belied the intensity of her arousal. Amelia couldn't help but moan as she felt him enter her, each thrust sending a fresh wave of pleasure crashing over her.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, his voice low and raw with desire. He hooked his fingers inside of her, finding that spot that made her entire body shudder in pleasure.
Dr. Mitchell continued to penetrate her with his fingers, hitting her g-spot with every thrust. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. And then, he curled his fingers, and she felt a sharp, intense pleasure that was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
"Oh, fuck, yes!" she cried out, her voice muffled by the mask that still covered her face.
Dr. Mitchell's rhythm faltered for a moment, caught off guard by her sudden outburst.
But then he recovered, thrusting his fingers deeper, harder, sending Amelia soaring higher and higher.
"That's it, baby," he murmured in her ear. "Let go. Let me make you feel good."
And with that, Amelia's body obeyed. She came undone with a cry, the force of her orgasm shuddering through her entire body. She could feel herself pulsing around his fingers, her muscles contracting with each wave of pleasure that crashed over her.
The sensation was indescribable, and she had never felt anything so intense, so overwhelming.
As she came down from her high, she could feel Dr. Mitchell's hands on her, moving over her body with a tenderness that belied the intensity of their encounter. He gently pulled his fingers out of her, bringing them up to his face to smell their wetness.
She could hear him let out a low growl of satisfaction before he leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips.
"You're mine now," he whispered in her ear, and Amelia couldn't help but shiver at the intensity of his words.
But then, she felt it: the cold, sharp prick of a needle against her skin, and she tensed up, her heart racing in her chest.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she tried to turn her head to see what was happening.
But before she could get a good look, everything went black.
When Amelia came to, she was disoriented and confused.
She could feel the cold, hard surface beneath her, and she could hear the sound of machines beeping and whirring around her.
Her head felt heavy, and her mind was foggy.
She tried to sit up, but her body refused to cooperate.
"Easy there," she heard Dr. Mitchell say, his voice soft and soothing.
"Just relax. Everything is okay."
But she could feel a cold dread creeping up her spine, and she knew something was very wrong. She could feel the cold, sterile air of the hospital room around her, but there were no other sounds, no other signs of life.
Suddenly, she felt his hands on her again, rough and insistent. she tried to ask, but her voice was muffled by the oxygen mask, and she couldn't move her head to look at him.
"Don't worry about anything," Dr. Mitchell murmured in her ear, his voice low and reassuring.
"I'm just going to administer a little more anesthesia to make sure you stay relaxed and comfortable."
Amelia wanted to protest, to tell him she didn't want any more drugs, but she couldn't find the words.
She felt him press the mask closer to her face, and then she felt the cold sting of the needle as he injected her with more anesthesia.
She tried to struggle, to fight against the hold he had on her, but it was no use. Her body felt heavy and unresponsive, and she couldn't seem to find the strength to move.
"That's it," he whispered in her ear, his voice low and soothing. "Just relax and let the drugs take you away."
She tried to protest, to tell him that she didn't want any more drugs, but her voice was muffled by the mask. She couldn't form the words, couldn't fight against him.
The drugs were already taking effect, and she could feel her body growing heavy and unresponsive.
"You're mine now," Dr. Mitchell whispered again, his voice low and seductive. "I'll take care of you."
She wanted to believe him, wanted to trust that he had her best interests at heart. But there was something about the way he was looking at her, something about the way his hands roved over her body, that made her uneasy.
As her consciousness began to fade, she could feel him climbing onto the table, positioning himself between her legs.
The next thing she knew, she felt his fingers fumbling with the buttons on her dress, pulling it apart and tossing it aside.
She tried to protest, but her voice was barely a whisper. She could feel him pulling down her underwear, exposing her to the cold air.
"Oh, fuck," he growled, his breath hot against her ear. "You taste so good."
Before she could react, he pressed his lips to hers, his tongue invading her mouth, tasting her as if she were a delicacy.
She could feel his hands roaming over her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples. She could feel his fingers slip inside of her, probing her depths, making her moan with pleasure.
Then, without warning, he pushed himself inside of her, plunging deep into her heat.
She was limp, unconscious, and unable to consent, but he didn't seem to care. He started to thrust, his movements rough and desperate.
Dr. Mitchell's breathing grew ragged as he took her, his body slick with sweat. He knew it was wrong, knew that he was taking advantage of her vulnerability, but he couldn't stop himself. He was consumed by a desire that he couldn't control, a need that threatened to consume him.
He reached down, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer to him. He wanted to feel every inch of her, wanted to bury himself inside of her until he couldn't tell where he ended and she began.
But as he thrust deeper, something changed. He could feel her body responding to him, could feel the muscles in her sex contracting around him.
He knew she was enjoying it, but he couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that was creeping up.
"Stop, we have to stop," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
But his words fell on deaf ears. Dr. Hart was beyond the point of no return, her body trembling with pleasure as she neared the edge.
Dr. Mitchell tried to pull away, but she wrapped her legs around him, holding him in place. He could feel her fingers digging into his back, her nails leaving long red marks on his skin.
He groaned as he pushed deeper, feeling her wetness enveloping him. She felt so fucking good, and he couldn't resist the urge to let out a string of expletives.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," he whispered hoarsely in her ear, as if he couldn't help but confess the truth.
Her breath was coming in ragged gasps now, and she couldn't speak. She could only moan as he continued to thrust, the sound echoing through the cold and sterile operating room.
"Fuck, yes, Dr. Hart," he groaned, his hips slapping against hers in a frenzy of desperation. "You have no idea how much I've wanted this."
But Amelia didn't respond. She was beyond words, beyond thinking. She was lost in the waves of pleasure that were crashing over her, and she couldn't bring herself to care about anything else.
Dr. Mitchell felt her clench around him, and he knew she was close. He reached down between them, rubbing her clit in small, tight circles.
Her body was limp and unresponsive, but he could feel her growing wetter by the second. He slipped one finger inside of her, then two, thrusting them deep as he continued to rub her clit.
She was still unconscious, and he knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop himself. He had always been attracted to her, and now that she was completely vulnerable, he couldn't resist the temptation. He began to move faster, his fingers pistoning in and out of her as his thumb continued to rub her clit.
He could feel her body tensing up, feel her muscles clenching around his fingers as she got closer and closer to the edge. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but it felt too good to stop. He could feel himself getting close too, could feel his own pleasure building up inside of him.
He knew he should stop, knew that he was taking advantage of her unconscious state, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He wanted her, needed her, and he couldn't resist the temptation.
And so, with one final thrust, he let go. He felt himself pulsing inside of her, filling her up with his warmth. And then, without thinking, he pulled out and did something he knew he would regret.
He put his dick in her mouth.
At first, she didn't react. She was still unconscious, still limp and unresponsive. But then, slowly, she began to stir. She moaned softly, her body trembling as she came down from her high.
Dr. Mitchell froze, his heart racing in his chest as he realized what he had done. He had taken advantage of her, had violated her in the most intimate way possible.
And now, as she began to stir, as she began to regain consciousness, he knew he would have to face the consequences of his actions.
He slid his hard cock into her warm, waiting mouth, feeling her lips close around him, feeling her tongue begin to move. He groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as pleasure coursed through him.
Amelia's eyes fluttered open, confusion and fear written across her face. She tried to push him away, to pull back, but he held her in place, his hands gripping her hair tightly.
He was lost in the pleasure, in the sensation of her mouth on him, but he could see the fear in her eyes, could see the way she was struggling. And he knew he had to stop.
He pulled out of her mouth with a groan, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.
He could feel her breath hot against his sensitive skin, and he knew that he had to stop.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice ragged with desire. "I didn't mean to do that. I didn't mean for it to go this far."
Amelia looked up at him, her eyes wide and filled with fear. She couldn't believe what had just happened, couldn't believe that she had just been violated in such a way.
And yet, as she looked up at him, she saw something in his eyes that made her heart race.
She liked that he had done this.
It was wrong, she knew it was wrong, but she couldn't deny the way her body had responded to him. She couldn't deny the way she had moaned, the way she had clung to him as he took her.
She was ashamed of herself, ashamed of the way she had responded, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. She had never felt anything like this before, had never experienced such intense pleasure.
And as she looked up at him, she knew that he had felt it too. She could see it in his eyes, could see the desire that still burned within him.
"I'm sorry," he whispered again, but this time, his voice was softer, gentler.
Amelia looked up at him, her eyes filled with confusion and fear.
"Don't be sorry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I...I liked it."
Dr. Mitchell's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say. He had expected her to be angry, to be disgusted by what he had done.
But instead, she was asking for more.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "I want to feel it again," she said, her voice low and sultry.
Dr. Mitchell hesitated for a moment, torn between his sense of right and wrong and the burning desire that was coursing through his veins. But in the end, the desire won out. He reached for the anesthesia mask once again, positioning it over her face.
"Just relax," he murmured, his voice soothing and calming. "Let yourself go."
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as the anesthesia began to take effect. And then, without warning, she opened her mouth and reached for him.
He groaned as he felt her warm, wet mouth close around him, her tongue swirling around his tip.
At the same time, he slipped his fingers inside of her, feeling her wetness coat his fingers.
Dr. Mitchell couldn't believe what was happening, couldn't believe that he was actually fulfilling her fantasy. But as she began to suck him deeper into her mouth, as she began to moan around him, he knew that he couldn't stop. He was too far gone, too consumed by the pleasure that was coursing through his veins.
He started to move his fingers inside of her, matching the rhythm of her mouth. He could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, could feel her muscles clenching around him.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he growled, his voice low and raw with desire. He could feel his own orgasm building up inside of him, could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge.
But he didn't want to cum yet.
He wanted to draw out the pleasure for as long as possible. So, he pulled out of her mouth and ordered her to finger herself harder and faster.
Amelia hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then, she felt his hand on hers, guiding her to the right spot. She moaned as she felt his fingers probing her wetness, exploring her folds. And then, she started to move her own fingers, following his lead.
Dr. Mitchell watched as she fingered herself, his eyes dark with desire. He could feel his own orgasm building up inside of him, but he held back, wanting to watch her cum first.
And so, he reached for the anesthesia mask once again, positioning it over her face.
"Just relax," he murmured softly, his voice soothing and comforting.
He watched as her eyes fluttered closed, the anesthesia taking effect.
With a small, wicked smile, he reached down, slipping his hand between her legs. She was already wet, her body readying itself for the pleasure he was about to give her.
He slid a finger inside of her, feeling her warmth wrap around him. He groaned softly, his own desire building up inside of him. She felt so fucking good, so tight and soft and wet.
He started to move his finger in and out of her, the rhythm slow and steady.
He watched as her body responded to his touch, her hips bucking and her breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, and he knew that he had to keep her under control.
So, without warning, he reached for the anesthesia mask once again, positioning it over her face. He pressed down on the lever, feeling the mask seal itself to her face as the anesthesia began to flow.
He watched as her eyes fluttered closed, her body going limp as the drugs took effect. He continued to finger her, watching as her muscles clenched around him. He knew that he was taking advantage of her, but he couldn't help himself. He was consumed by a desire that he couldn't control.
He slipped a second finger inside of her, feeling her wetness coat his fingers.
She was so warm, so slick, and he could feel her muscles clenching around him as she approached her climax.
But then, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and he knew that he had to act fast. He quickly reached for the anesthesia mask, positioning it over her face and turning on the gas.
She struggled at first, her body fighting against the sedative. But within moments, she grew still, her eyes fluttering closed as the drugs took effect.
Dr. Mitchell looked down at her, his heart racing in his chest. He knew that what he was doing was wrong, knew that he was taking advantage of her vulnerability. But he couldn't help himself.
He reached for the tube, sliding it into her mouth and down her throat.
She gagged at first, her body trying to reject the intrusion. But then, her muscles relaxed, and he could see her throat working to swallow the tube.
He felt a surge of desire, seeing her lying there helpless, her body completely under his control.
He leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered. "Being completely at my mercy.
You like the feeling of me controlling you."
He could feel her nodding, her body completely relaxed as the anesthesia coursed through her veins. He knew it wasn't right, knew that he was taking advantage of her vulnerability. But he couldn't resist the temptation.
Dr. Mitchell leaned down, his lips finding hers in a deep, hungry kiss. He could feel her lips move against his, could feel her tongue dancing with his. It was like she was still with him, still a willing participant in this forbidden game they were playing.
He broke the kiss, pulling back to look at her. "You're mine," he murmured, half to himself, half to her. "You belong to me."
He reached down, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her gown. He could feel her nipple harden under his touch, and he pinched it lightly, eliciting a soft moan from her.
He knew that she couldn't hear him, knew that she was still unconscious and unable to respond to his touch.
But that didn't stop him from talking to her, from whispering sweet and filthy nothings in her ear as he explored her body.
He reached down, pulling her gown up over her hips. He could see the outline of her panties beneath, and he slipped his fingers under the waistband, pulling them down her legs.
She was completely exposed to him now, completely vulnerable.
And he loved it.
He leaned down, pressing his lips to her thigh. She was so soft, so warm, and he could feel her shivering under his touch.
He kissed her neck, trailing his lips down to her shoulder. He could see her pulse fluttering beneath his tongue, and he wondered if she could feel his lips on her skin.
He reached down, slipping his hand underneath her gown. His fingers traced around her hip, tickling their way up towards her breast. She gasped as his hand closed around her nipple, pinching it gently as he rolled it between his fingers.
"Fuck, you're so goddamn responsive," he growled, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck.
He reached down, slipping his fingers between her legs. She was already wet, her body begging for more. He groaned as he felt her slickness coat his fingers, and he started to move them in slow, teasing circles.
Amelia moaned, arching her back as she felt him touch her in exactly the right spot. She couldn't believe what was happening, couldn't believe that she was allowing him to touch her like this.
But as he slid two fingers inside of her, as she felt the rough pad of his thumb circle her clit, she knew that she couldn't resist him. She wanted him, needed him, and she was willing to do whatever it took to make him hers.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned, her voice low and husky with desire. "Right there. Don't stop."
He smirked, his eyes dark with desire as he continued to pleasure her. He could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, could feel her muscles clenching around his fingers.
"Come for me," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "I want to feel you cum all over my fingers."
And with that, she was lost. She felt herself shatter, felt her orgasm ripple through her body like a tidal wave.
Her vision blurred, and she could feel herself floating above the cold, white tile of the operating room.
Dr. Mitchell pulled out of her, his hips still twitching with the aftershocks of his own orgasm. He looked down at her, his heart racing in his chest.
She was unconscious, and he knew that he should stop. He should leave her alone, should let her sleep.
He reached for the anesthesia machine, his fingers fumbling with the dials and buttons. He knew that he was taking a risk, knew that he was pushing the limits of what was acceptable.
But he didn't care.
He wanted her, needed her, and he was determined to have her.
He pressed the button, watching as the anesthesia began to flow into the IV line.
But then, her eyes fluttered open, her gaze glazed and unfocused.
"Hey, there," he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
She looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded. "Hey," she whispered, her voice raspy and thick with sleep.
He smiled at her, his heart skipping a beat as she looked up at him. "You ready for some more?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Amelia's eyes flickered open, her gaze sharp and focused. "What?" she demanded, her voice cold and emotionless.
Dr. Mitchell stared at her, surprised by her sudden change in demeanor. "I said, do you want me to go under now?" he repeated, his voice hesitant.
Amelia's eyes narrowed, her gaze bored into him. "Yes," she replied, her voice cold and detached. "I want you to go under now."
Dr. Mitchell hesitated, unsure of what she meant. "Under? As in unconscious?" he asked, his voice uncertain.
Amelia nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes," she said, her voice cold and hard.
"I want you to go under. I want to feel you completely under my control. I want to take advantage of your vulnerability like you took advantage of mine."
Dr. Mitchell stared at her, his heart racing in his chest. He knew that what she was asking for was wrong, knew that it was against everything he stood for. But at the same time, he couldn't resist the temptation. He wanted her, needed her, and he was willing to do whatever it took to make her his.
"Okay," he whispered, his voice trembling with excitement.
"But only if you promise to let me touch you again when you wake up."
Amelia smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes as she looked up at him. "We'll see," she replied, before pressing the button once again.
Dr. Mitchell's vision blurred as the anesthesia began to take effect, his legs growing weak as he stumbled towards the surgical table. He collapsed onto the cold, white linens, his vision swimming as he looked up at Amelia.
She was standing over him, a wicked smile on her lips as she looked down at him.
"You're mine now," she said, her voice low and sultry.
Dr. Mitchell couldn't believe what was happening, couldn't believe that he had let her talk him into this. But at the same time, he couldn't deny the excited fluttering in his chest, the surge of adrenaline that was coursing through his veins.
He watched as she reached for the anesthesia mask, positioning it over his face.
He knew what was coming, knew that he was about to be completely vulnerable, completely at her mercy.
And yet, as he felt her hand on his chest, as he looked up into her eyes, he couldn't resist the thrill of what was about to happen.
"Just relax," she murmured, her voice soothing and calming.
He closed his eyes, feeling the anesthesia begin to take effect. He could feel his body growing heavy, his muscles becoming slack as the drugs coursed through his veins.
He knew that he was at her mercy now, knew that she could do whatever she wanted with him.
And as she leaned over him, her breath hot against his ear, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement.
"You look so hot like this," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "So vulnerable and helpless."
He could feel her fingers tracing a path across his chest, her touch gentle and teasing. He wanted to reach out, to touch her, but he couldn't. His body was too heavy, too unresponsive.
He could only lay there, his mind growing foggy as the anesthesia took hold. He could feel her hand moving lower, tracing a path down his abs and towards his hips. He knew what she was going to do, and he couldn't wait.
"Please," he moaned, his voice low and scratchy. "I want you."
Amelia smiled, her eyes gleaming with desire as she looked down at him. "You'll have me," she murmured, her voice low and sultry.
"Just as soon as we get through this silly episode first."
Dr. Mitchell grinned as she continued to stroke his cock, marveling at the way her fingers wrapped around him and how her gaze never left his eyes. The minute she had managed to sneak off the floor, she had come looking for him, and as if he were a puppet on a string, she had reeled him in. He felt alive for the first time in months, the tingle in his fingertips and the jolt of adrenaline coursing through his veins was almost addictive.
"You're mine now, Mitchell," she murmured seductively. "I'm going to make you cum like never before."
Dr. Hart climbed onto the surgical table, straddling his hips as she sat on top of him. She leaned down, pressing her lips against his and kissing him deeply.
"You taste so good," she moaned, licking and nipping at his lips.
He could feel her hard nipples brushing against his chest, her hot breath on his skin. He wanted her, and he knew that she wanted him too.
So, he let himself go, giving in to the primal urge that was coursing through his veins.
He reached for her feet, feeling her soft soles against his rock-hard dick. He groaned as she rubbed them up and down, feeling the warmth of her body against his own.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice low and raspy. "Rub me. Make me cum."
Amelia obeyed, continuing to rub her bare feet against his shaft. She could feel him growing harder and thicker under her touch, could feel the heat radiating off his skin.
She paused for a moment, reaching for the tube of lubricant on the nearby table. She squeezed a generous amount onto her feet, spreading it over the soles and between her toes.
She resumed her ministrations, her feet moving up and down his shaft in slow, deliberate strokes.
"Oh fuck," he moaned, his hips bucking upward as she touched him. "I can't believe this is happening."
"Believe it," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "You're mine now, Mitchell. Completely and utterly mine."
She leaned down, pressing her lips to his ear as she whispered these words.
"You know I've been watching you, haven't you?" she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've seen the way you look at me, the way you watch me walk down the hallway.
I've seen the desire in your eyes, the way you lick your lips when you think I'm not looking. And I've wanted you too, Mitchell. I've wanted to feel your cock inside of me, to feel you take me the way I've always dreamed."
Dr. Mitchell groaned as he heard her words, his body trembling with desire. He couldn't believe what she was saying, couldn't believe that she wanted him too.
"I've always wanted you too, Amelia," he replied, his voice low and raw with lust.
"Then why haven't you ever made a move?" she demanded, her voice sharp and hurt.
"Because I didn't think you wanted me," he admitted, frustration and guilt etched onto his face.
She sighed, eyes flashing with anger and disappointment as she said, "I thought you knew how much I wanted you, Mitchell. I thought you saw the way I watched you, the way I licked my lips whenever you passed by.
The way I caught your eye and purposefully walked slower, so I could savor the gaze you gave me, said Amelia, her voice softer now, a hint of sadness in her tone.
I did see, Mitchell said, his voice thick with emotion. But I never dared to hope that you wanted me, not really, and besides, I thought you were off-limits. You were always so professional, and the department head –
He was just a man, and I was just a woman, said Amelia, a bitter edge to her voice.
She paused, her eyes narrowing as she looked at him.
And then, without warning, she reached for the anesthesia mask, positioning it over his face.
He struggled at first, his body fighting against the sedative. But then, his muscles relaxed, and he went limp as the drugs took effect.
Amelia reached for the anesthesia machine, her fingers fumbling with the dials and buttons. She knew that she was taking a risk, knew that she was pushing the limits of what was acceptable.
But she couldn't resist the temptation. She wanted him, needed him, and she was determined to have him.
She pressed the button, watching as the anesthesia began to flow into the IV line.
And then, she reached for the syringe, filling it with a generous dose of the drug.
She knew that it was dangerous, knew that she was playing with fire.
But she couldn't help herself. She continued to rub his dick with her feet, feeling him grow harder and thicker under her touch.
Dr. Mitchell lay there, completely unconscious and vulnerable. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and his breathing was slow and deep.
Dr. Hart watched him for a moment, her heart racing in her chest. She knew that she shouldn't be doing this, knew that it was wrong. But at the same time, she couldn't resist the temptation. "Completely and utterly mine."
She reached for the anesthesia mask, positioning it over his face once again.
She watched as his eyes fluttered closed, his body going limp as the drugs took effect.
She knew that she should stop, knew that she was taking advantage of his vulnerability. But as she looked down at his naked body, she couldn't resist the temptation.
She had wanted him for so long, and now that she had him, she wasn't about to let go.
She climbed onto the surgical table, straddling his hips as she sat on top of him. She reached down, grasping his hard cock in her hand and guiding it towards her wet pussy.
She groaned as she felt the head of his dick press against her entrance, the pre-cum lubricating her lips as she slid down his shaft.
"Oh fuck," he murmured, his hands gripping her hips as she rode him harder and faster. "I've never felt anything like this. Your body is amazing, Amelia. It's like you were made for this."
She leaned forward, bracing herself on his chest as she moved her hips in circular motions. She could feel her walls clenching around him, squeezing and releasing as she rode him deeper and harder.
His cock hit just the right spot inside of her, the pressure building and building until she couldn't take it anymore.
With a gasp, she let herself go, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. She could feel every muscle in her body clench and release as she came around him, her pussy fluttering around his shaft as she trembled and shook with pleasure.
Dr. Mitchell groaned, his own climax building as he felt her tight walls clench around him.
He could feel his release approaching, the heat and pressure of it building in his balls. He gritted his teeth, holding back as he tried to prolong their pleasure.
She leaned down, pressing her lips to his once more as she whispered filthy, dirty words into his ear. "That's right, Mitchell," she murmured. "Fuck me harder. I want to feel your cum deep inside of me. I want to feel you filling me up with your hot load."
Mitchell growled, his hips bucking upwards as he took her at her word.
He could feel his climax approaching, the heat and pressure of it building in his balls.
"Fuck, yes," Amelia cried out, her breath hot against his ear. "Give it to me. Fill me up with your creamy load."
Mitchell couldn't resist any longer. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside of her and came hard, his cock pulsing and twitching as he filled her with his hot load.
Amelia moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt him fill her up. She could feel his cum leaking out of her, running down her thighs and dripping onto the cold, white tile of the operating room floor.
She collapsed on top of him, panting and sweating as she basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
Dr. Mitchell held her close, his fingers tracing lazy patterns up and down her back. He could feel her heart beating against his chest, strong and steady as she caught her breath.
"Fuck, Mitchell," she murmured, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. "That was amazing."
He chuckled, his fingers still tracing patterns on her back. "Yeah, it was," he agreed, his voice low and raspy. "I can't believe we actually did it."
She chuckled, her breath hot against his skin. "Why not? I've been wanting to do that for months," she confessed.
He frowned, his fingers slowing as he looked at her. "Really?" he asked, surprise etched onto his face.
"Yes," she replied, her voice clear and determined. "I want to be put under for round two. I want to feel completely helpless and at your mercy again."
Dr. Mitchell stared at her, unsure of what to say. He knew that what she was asking for was dangerous, knew that it was against everything he stood for.
"I'll do it. I'll put you under again." "Good," she replied, licking her lips in anticipation.
Dr. Mitchell reached for the anesthesia mask, positioning it over Amelia's face once again.
He could see the delight in her eyes as she surrendered to the drugs, her body going limp as she drifted off to sleep.
He stood over her, watching as her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. Her skin was pale and cool to the touch, and he leaned down to press his lips to her neck. He could feel the subtle pulse of her jugular vein beneath his lips, and he knew that he had complete control over her now.
He reached down, grasping her arms and pulling them up above her head.
"I hope you're ready for this, you fucking whore. Because I am fired up, bone-crackingly ready to take you."
He growled, the animalistic nature of his desire taking over.
Amelia moaned as she felt his hands on her wrists, her body reacting from the unexpected dominance. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest as he held her down.
"I hope you come hard when I take you, Amelia," he whispered against her ear.
"You're fucking mine now, and I'm going to take you the way a man takes his woman."
He couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. Here he was, standing above a woman who was completely unconscious and vulnerable, and yet he couldn't fight the urge to take her, to claim her as his own.
With one swift move, he stripped off her remaining clothes and admired her naked body. His eyes roamed over her curves, taking in every inch of her perfect form. She was a goddess, and she was his.
He reached down, grasping a bottle of lubricant from the table beside them.
He coated his fingers, slicking them up before reaching for her feet.
Gently, carefully, he began to rub the lubricant into her soles, feeling the smoothness of her skin beneath his fingers.
He could feel her muscles relax under his touch, her body surrendering to his care.
He continued to rub her feet, massaging them gently as he watched her chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm.
He could feel his own desire growing, the heat and pressure of it building in his balls as he watched her.
"Fuck," he murmured, his voice low and husky with lust. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
But even as he spoke the words, he knew that he couldn't stop.
He was too far gone, too caught up in the moment.
His cock was throbbing with need, and he couldn't resist any longer. He reached down, grasping the base of his shaft and guiding it towards her feet.
He groaned as he felt her smooth soles brush against his sensitive flesh. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, the sheer intensity of the sensation taking his breath away.
He began to move his hips back and forth, sliding his cock up and down her soles in long, slow strokes. It was the most erotic thing he had ever done, and he couldn't believe how good it felt.
Amelia's soft, smooth soles rubbed against his cock, the warmth and softness of her skin sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. He began to move faster and harder, his hips bucking as he pistoned in and out of her feet.
"Oh fuck, Amelia," he groaned, his voice heavy with lust. "This feels so fucking good."
She moaned, the sound muffled under the anesthesia mask. Her body was completely limp and vulnerable, her pussy glistening and wet between her legs.
He gritted his teeth, staring down at her and trying to hold back as much as he could.
He reached for the syringe, tapping its side gently to check that there was enough left inside. He knew that he couldn't risk running out, not after what they had already done to each other. He needed to make sure that she would be able to take whatever he had planned for her next.
His breath came fast and shallow as he approached her, his cock throbbing with need.
She was his for the taking, and he wasn't going to waste this opportunity.
"I hope you're ready for this," he growled, fisting his cock and running it up and down her slick folds.
She moaned, arching her hips up towards him, begging for more. He took the invitation, plunging his cock deep inside her with a fierce thrust.
"Fuck, you feel good," he groaned, his balls tightening against his body as he started to fuck her with abandon.
Her moans of pleasure egged him on, making him lose control as he plunged deeper and harder.
She was like a tight, wet vice around his cock, milking him with each stroke.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," he growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pounded into her.
He could feel the heat building in his balls and knew he was close to exploding.
With a final thrust, he pulled out and came on her feet. She gasped as the hot liquid splattered on her skin, her eyes flying open in surprise.
"What the fuck?" she cried out, trying to sit up, but her arms were still pinned behind her.
He grinned wickedly at her, his cock still hard and throbbing. "You wanted to feel completely helpless and at my mercy," he said, his voice low and husky. "Now you do."
He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers as he whispered in her ear.
Amelia's heart was racing in her chest, her mind reeling from what had just happened. She couldn't believe that he had just come on her feet, couldn't believe that he had taken such a dominant and controlling role.
But at the same time, she couldn't deny the thrill of it, the surge of excitement that was coursing through her veins.
He knelt down between her legs, his eyes locked on hers as he leaned forward and began to lick his cum off her feet. She gasped as she felt his tongue on her skin, the sensation of his warm, wet tongue against her cool flesh sending shivers down her spine.
"You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. "You like feeling my tongue on your skin, tasting yourself on my lips."
She couldn't speak, couldn't form a coherent thought as she watched him lick and suck at her feet. It was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced, and she knew that she was completely and utterly at his mercy.
She closed her eyes, feeling a sense of euphoria wash over her as he continued to lick her foot clean. He was like a skilled artist, his tongue tracing intricate patterns over her skin, his lips teasing and nipping at the tender flesh.
She moaned softly, her body trembling with pleasure as he paid special attention to her toes, licking each one with gentle, sensual strokes.
"You taste so good," he murmured against her skin, his voice low and sultry. "I could spend hours exploring every inch of you."
She shivered, her breath catching in her throat as he continued to explore her foot. She could feel her pussy growing wetter and wetter with each passing second, her desire for him growing stronger and stronger.
She opened her eyes, staring down at him as he continued to lick her foot.
She could feel her desire building, her pussy growing wetter with each passing second.
"I want you inside of me," she murmured, her voice low and sultry.
He looked up at her, his eyes gleaming with desire as he slowly pulled back.
"As you wish," he replied, his voice thick with lust.
He reached for the anesthesia mask, positioning it over his face as she had done to him earlier.
"What are you doing?" she asked, a hint of fear in her voice.
"Just trust me," he replied, his voice muffled by the mask.
She watched as he breathed in deeply, feeling his body relax under her hands as the drugs took effect.
She could feel her own desire growing stronger, her pussy aching with need as she stared down at his naked body.
His cock was still rock-hard, and she could feel the heat radiating off him as he lay there, completely unconscious and vulnerable.
She couldn't resist the temptation any longer. At first, he didn't respond, his body limp and unresponsive under hers. But then, his mouth began to move against hers, his tongue exploring her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. She moaned as she felt him grow harder and thicker under her, his body responding to hers even as he lay there, completely unconscious.
She leaned down, running the tip of her tongue along his jawline as she slowly made her way down to his neck. She could feel his flesh quivering beneath her touch, a sign that even under the influence of the anesthesia, he was still aware of her presence.
She traced the line of his collarbone with her lips, the heat of her breath causing the hair on his chest to stand on end. She ran her long fingernails over his pecs, the sound of their scraping against his skin making him shudder.
She smiled, a devious glint in her eyes as she continued to tease and torment him.
She leaned down, taking one of his nipples into her mouth and sucking gently on the tight bud. He could feel her fingers making their way down his stomach, tracing the line of hair below his navel until they reached the base of his cock.
She wrapped her fingers around him, squeezing gently as she began to stroke him. He groaned, the walls of his throat vibrating as she squeezed just a little tighter.
Her other hand was busy between his legs, stroking him gently with her thumb as she teased the head of his cock with her index finger.
"You like that?" she asked, her voice husky with desire. He couldn't speak, his lips and throat dry with passion, but his nodding head spoke volumes.
She pressed her palm against his stomach, pushing him back against the cool surface of the table as she straddled his waist.
His eyes flickered open, but they were vacant and unfocused.
She reached for the syringe, filling it with a generous dose of the drug.
"No, Amelia," he mumbled weakly, his voice barely audible.
She ignored his protests, positioning the needle against his thigh and pushing it in with a swift, precise motion.
His body went limp as the anesthesia took effect, and she smiled, a triumphant glint in her eyes.
"You see, Mitchell," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "I always knew I could control you."
She leaned down, her lips curling into a wicked grin as she began to undress him, peeling off his clothes with deliberate slowness.
"You always liked to be in control, didn't you?" she whispered, her voice low and seductive.
"But now, I'm in control."
She could see the confusion and fear in his eyes as she leaned down, her lips brushing against the head of his cock. He tried to speak, his lips moving silently as he struggled to find the words. But his voice was gone, silenced by the anesthesia that was coursing through his veins.
She licked her lips, savoring the taste of him as she opened her mouth and took him inside. She could feel him twitch and pulse under her tongue, the sensitive skin reacting to her touch.
She wrapped her lips around him, her tongue exploring every inch of him. He tasted like sweat and musk, a heady aroma that sent shivers down her spine.
She felt a rush of power as she tasted him, her body tingling with excitement as she sensed his vulnerability. She took control, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked him deeper and harder. She could feel him swelling in her mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat.
She moaned with pleasure, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.
He was hers now, completely at her mercy.
She leaned back, pulling him out of her mouth with a wet popping sound. She looked up at him, a devious smile on her face as she wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, squeezing gently.
"You're mine now," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "And I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before."
He tried to speak, but his words were slurred and unintelligible.
He could feel his limbs atrophying, his muscles relaxed at a dangerous degree. The anesthesia had worn off, but he was still disoriented, unable to move or speak with any clarity.
Amelia watched him struggle, a satisfied smileplaying on her lips. She placed a silencing hand to his mouth, her gaze locking onto his confused features.
"Shh," she whispered, her voice full of malicious intent. "It's okay, Mitchell.
Just relax."
She leaned in, her breath hot against his cheek. And then, in one swift movement, she ripped open his hospital gown, exposing his naked body.
He groaned inwardly, a mix of humiliation and desire coursing through him. He couldn't believe what was happening, but at the same time, he couldn't deny the way his cock twitched and grew hard at the sight of her.
Amelia smiled as she took in his fully exposed form, feeling a sense of power and control rush through her veins.
She reached down, grabbing a bottle of lubricant from the bedside table and pouring some onto her palms. She looked back at Mitchell, who was still out cold, and leaned over him, straddling his hips.
She grabbed his limp cock and began to run her lubed up feet up and down his shaft, rubbing the length of him with her heels. She moaned softly, feeling a sense of satisfaction as she took control of his body in this way.
She could feel Mitchell stirring slightly beneath her, his body beginning to twitch and writhe as she continued to tease him. She leaned forward, bracing herself on his chest as she increased the speed of her movements, running her feet up and down his cock in quick, firm strokes.
Mitchell's breathing picked up, becoming heavier and more ragged as he began to wake up.
His mind was still fuzzy from the anesthesia, but he could feel Amelia's soft, warm feet on his cock, working him into a frenzy.
"Fuck, Amelia," he groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as she continued to stroke him with her feet.
She grinned wickedly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. she teased, her voice filled with amusement and lust.
Mitchell couldn't speak, could only nod desperately as she increased her pace.
He was teetering on the edge, his balls tingling as they drew up tight. He was about to come, about to lose control.
But then, just as he felt himself slipping over the edge, she stopped. She pulled away, her feet leaving his cock to lie there, hard and aching.
He groaned in frustration, his hips continuing to thrust helplessly as he fought the overwhelming urge to come.
"Please, Amelia," he begged, his voice strangled with desire.
"Don't stop now."
But Amelia just smiled down at him, a wicked glint in her eye. "I'll finish what I started," she said, her voice thick with promise. "But not yet."
She leaned back down, her breasts brushing against his chest as she teased him with her nipples.
"You want this, don't you?" she whispered in his ear, nipping at his earlobe with her teeth.
"You want me to make you cum like this, don't you?"
He nodded frantically, unable to speak as she continued to tease him.
"Stop teasing me, Amelia," he begged, desperation creeping into his voice. "I need to come."
She laughed softly, her breath warm against his skin. "You'll come when I say you can."
She sat back up, her feet once again stroking his cock in long, slow movements.
He groaned, his hips bucking as he tried to increase the pace.
But his body was still weak from the anesthesia, and his movements were slow and sluggish.
Amelia leaned down, her hair brushing against his chest as she nipped at his nipples with her teeth. He gasped, the sensation of pain and pleasure sending shockwaves through his body.
"Fuck, Amelia," he groaned, his hips rising off the table as he tried to thrust into her hands.
But she moved away, pulling her feet out of his reach.
"Not yet, Mitchell," she whispered, a wicked glint in her eye.
She stood up, straddling his chest as she leaned down to kiss him. He could taste himself on her lips, the saltiness of his cum mixing with the sweetness of her tongue.
She reached down, grasping his cock in her hand as she guided it towards her feet. He groaned as he felt her soft, smooth soles brush against his sensitive flesh, the warmth and softness of her skin sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "You like feeling my feet on your cock, the sensation of my skin against yours."
He couldn't speak, couldn't form a coherent thought as he watched her rub him with her feet.
It was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced, and he knew that he couldn't resist much longer.
"You're fucking mine now, Hart," he growled, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her down onto his cock.
She moaned as she felt him enter her, her body stretching to accommodate him. He was big and thick, filling her in a way that made her feel completely dominated and overwhelmed.
"Yes, Mitchell," she cried out, her hands pressing down on his chest as she began to ride him.
"Yes, oh God, yes!"
He could feel himself getting close, his cock swelling inside of her as she took him deeper and deeper. She was riding him like a wild thing, their bodies moving together in a primal rhythm that made him feel like he was on the verge of exploding.
"You want me to come inside of you?" he growled, his voice low and guttural.
"Yes, Mitchell," she gasped, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts.
"Cum for me. Cum on my feet."
He looked up at her, his eyes wide with surprise and confusion. "What?"
"Cum on my feet," she repeated, her voice low and sultry. "I want to feel you explode all over me, to see your hot, sticky cum on my skin."
He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. He had never done anything like this before, had never even considered it. But as he looked up at her, his cock still buried deep inside of her, he knew that he couldn't resist.
He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices as he lay back on the table. She climbed off of him, positioning herself between his legs as she wrapped her hand around his shaft.
"Do it," she whispered, her eyes locked onto his.
"Come on my feet."
Dr. Mitchell hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But as he looked up at her, her body hovering above him, he knew that he couldn't resist.
He nodded, his hands gripping the edges of the table as he closed his eyes and let go. He could feel himself building, the pressure growing inside of him as he approached the edge. And then, with a final thrust, he exploded, his hot cum spurting out onto her feet.
Dr. Hart gasped as she felt him release, the hot liquid coating her skin in a sticky, messy layer. She looked down at her feet, watching as the white liquid pooled between her toes.
It was still warm, and she could feel the stickiness of it clinging to her skin.
"Lick it off," she commanded, her voice firm and commanding.
Dr. Mitchell looked up at her in shock, his eyes wide with surprise. he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"You heard me," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Lick it off." But as he looked up at her, his cock still hard and throbbing, he knew that he couldn't resist.
Slowly, he leaned forward, extending his tongue to taste the sticky mess on her feet. It was salty and musky, a taste that was both foreign and exciting to him.
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