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Chapter 5 by lightsout

Will he let her?

He has a few questions first

Seth's breath came in ragged, uneven bursts, each inhale sharp and laboured as if the air in the exam room had thickened into something heavy and intoxicating. His mind spun like a vortex, a chaotic whirlwind of raw desire clashing with sheer disbelief at the remote's impossible handiwork—this tiny device that had rewritten reality on a whim, turning a routine check-up into an erotic fever dream.

_How is this even happening? _he wondered, his pulse thundering in his ears, every nerve ending alight with the thrill of power and the forbidden.

"Are you... offering to use your mouth?" he finally managed to ask, the words tumbling out hoarse and ragged, his voice cracking under the weight of his arousal. His eyes couldn't help but flick downward to her full, painted lips—plump and glossy, stained a deep crimson that promised sin—curving into an even more wicked, knowing smile that made his stomach twist with anticipation.

With her hand, still boldly cupping him through the rough denim of his jeans, Dr Hargrove stopped her teasing for a heartbeat, only to squeeze him firmer in response, a deliberate pulse that sent a fresh jolt of pleasure spiking through his core. The Doctor’s bombshell breasts, those magnificent, heaving orbs barely contained by the strained silk of her blouse, rose and fell with a soft, breathy chuckle that vibrated through her chest, the sound low and inviting like a secret shared between lovers.

She leaned in closer, her body heat enveloping him like a sultry fog, her perfume—a heady blend of jasmine and musk—wrapping around him like silk threads, binding him in place, making escape the last thing on his mind. The scent was overpowering, feminine, and utterly commanding, mingling with the faint clinical tang of the room to create an atmosphere charged with erotic tension.

"Oh, I could, darling," she teased, her voice dripping with honeyed promise, each syllable drawn out like molten caramel, sweet and sticky, designed to linger on his senses.

"But since you're such a very special patient..." She let the words trail off suggestively, her tone shifting to something deeper, more intimate, as if she were confiding a delicious taboo. "...I'm happy to use my boobs, my thighs as well, or..." She paused deliberately, building the suspense, her piercing blue eyes darkening with unmistakable lust, lashes fluttering just enough to cast shadows that accentuated their seductive depth. When she purred the next words, she drew them out like a slow, sensual caress, her lips barely moving yet shaping each sound with exquisite care: "my lower lips."

The phrase hung in the air like a velvet whisper, loaded with implication, her gaze never wavering as it bored into his, daring him to imagine the possibilities.

With her free hand, manicured nails gleaming under the fluorescent lights, The Doctor trailed them upward in a languid path, starting from her hip and ascending to trace the generous swell of her own curves—first skimming the dip of her narrow waist, then following the outward flare to her breasts, fingers splaying possessively over the soft, yielding flesh as if presenting a gift.

The motion emphasized the offer, her body language a blatant invitation: the way her hips canted slightly forward, the subtle arch of her back that thrust her chest out further, the faint sheen of excitement on her skin. Before she tilted her head to the side, blonde waves cascading like liquid gold over one shoulder, she fixed him with a playful yet probing stare—eyes sparkling with curiosity and challenge, brows arched in mock innocence that only heightened the erotic undercurrent.

"Tell me, Seth—have you ever fucked a woman?" The question sliced through the haze, direct and unapologetic, her voice laced with a teasing edge that made it feel like both an interrogation and an enticement.

He didn't answer, the words lodged firmly in his throat like a knot he couldn't swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing uselessly as the query hung heavy in the air between them, amplifying the silence into something palpable and electric.

So what will Seth decide

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