Chapter 4: Climax
The cold, sterile operating room seemed to swirl around Dr. Amelia Hart as she lay sprawled out on the operating table, her body uncoordinated and limp. She could feel the wheels of the machine whirring, the oxygen compressing in her mask, and a sense of unreality washing over her. She could feel a warmth growing inside of her, spreading from the small of her back, up her spine, and pooling in the pit of her stomach.
A soft chuckle caught her attention, and she tried to focus her blurry vision.
Dr. Mitchell was standing next to her, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Without a word, he stepped behind her, snaking his arms around her waist and pressing his naked body to hers. With a light toss of her hair, he hoisted her onto the table, positioning her so that her ass teetered precariously on the edge of the cold, sterile surface.
"There we go," he said, his voice a rough purr.
"Just lie back and relax, Doctor. Let me take care of you."
She made a noise of assent, her head lolling to the side as she stared up at the OR lights. She could hear the steady beeping of her heart rate monitor, the sound growing faster and faster as he began to touch her.
His hands roamed over her body, tracing familiar lines of flesh and bone. But this time, there was a weight behind his touch, a promise that made her breath catch in her throat. he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.