Page 101 of Black Light: Cured

“What?” she squeaks.

I slide another set of gloves on, making sure they snap as I pull them over my wrist. Wheeling the

tray over, I pull out the thermometer, slide a sheath over it, and stand in between her legs, waiting for

understanding to dawn on her. The moment it does, she groans and turns her head so she can’t look at

me, but all it does is bring her gaze back to the sample on the counter.

My fingers slide against her mound as I cup her pussy, nearly groaning as her heat sears me.

Already more arousal gathers at her entrance, and again, I’m forced to refrain from indulging. I have

to craft the illusion, to build up the need in both of us. Reaching over to the tray, I get another

towelette and wipe her down again, just to make sure I didn’t miss anything from earlier.

Chucking it into the biohazard bag near the sink, I grab another one and concentrate on her

asshole, dragging the cool towelette against her puckered skin until her hips attempt to buck up against

me. I throw that one away as well and grab a tube of lube and squeeze a drop onto my finger.

“Has anyone ever examined you here before?”

“Not really,” she murmurs, her face turning bright red. “Guys have touched it before, grazed it

during sex, but not penetration.”

Heat floods my system as I stare down at this virgin hole. The fact that I’m going to be the first to

breach it makes me so fucking aroused that I almost can’t see straight. “I want you to tell me the

moment you feel any discomfort. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Her fingers clench and release high in the restraints, and I vow to someday take this

hole with my cock.

Swiping a bit of the lube onto her bottom entrance, I get a little more and press my finger against

the hole, just watching her breathe. I time my movement, easing in a little on every exhale. Keening

moans spill from her lips as her fingers grasp at the air above her.

Who knew my little therapist would be such an anal slut? Groaning, I push my finger farther in and

grit my teeth when she clamps down hard. My cock juts up, pressing against my pants as I slide my

finger in and out, letting her breathy moans wash over me, but I have more to do.

Pulling out, I grab the thermometer and slide it in, laughing as Lila’s face screws up in disgust.

After having my finger inside her, the thermometer probably just feels wrong. Peeling my gloves off

and tossing them, I pull on another set and continue my examination.

“You better not let that thermometer fall out of your ass and onto the floor,” I growl, noting the