I shocked myself by returning the next day. I stayed dressed though, or at least, dressed in my more usual pajamas. If Doctor Bitch came back through that door I’d firmly eject her, I decided. Well, I wouldn’t reject her if she were alone but I knew with her there would always be an audience, so I didn’t want her again. No matter how skilled she was.
She was just too brisk and business-like, anyway. I wanted Teddy’s softness.
I heard a knock and knew it was him. He more rolled his knuckles across the door than rapped.
“Come in,” I called, still sitting up.
“I’m sorry,” he said immediately.
“Ought to be,” I muttered.
“Doctor Smith said it really didn’t go well with you last night. I would have warned you but I didn’t know they’d bother to administer to you. I left a note saying we’d developed a particular rapport and that a new doctor wouldn’t be very helpful to you… And I know Doctor Smith specifically doesn’t have the same kind of… bedside manner and–”
“Were we being watched?” I asked him instead.
He shuffled his right foot back and forth on the tile.
“There was a reason why I didn’t turn on the lights when I joined you,” he said softly. “But after the first night I knew you wouldn’t like that so I ensured that the two-way was off, subsequently.”
“Hm,” I said.
Not really upset so much as trying to reconcile myself to some things.
“I think you owe me, doc,” I said, biting back a grin.
“Oh, Bee, I don’t think–”
“It was really bad last night,” I said, trying to make him feel guilty. “I was so embarrassed. And she pinched me. And showed off my cum to everybody watching. And she didn’t even use her hands to penetrate me. Don’t I deserve better… Treatment than that?”
“What are you angling for?” he asked, sighing.
“What I’ve been asking for,” I said, shrugging, starting to strip out of my pajamas. “I think you really owe me it. Don’t you?”
I watched the zipper of his geeky khakis strain and grinned. He saw where my eyes were and dropped his clipboard in front of himself.
“Bee, I really can’t–”
“This whole medical detachment thing is out the window,” I said, flopping back on the bed. “I bet you could even watch a play-by-play of Doctor Bit– Doctor Smith and I last night. Now I’m just asking you to make up for it. Since you started this whole thing to begin with.”
“Hush,” he snapped. And I realized I’d perhaps pushed him a bit too far. Or maybe I had made him jealous. I hoped he was jealous.
He turned back around and I thought for sure he was leaving me. But instead he just flicked off the lights as he usually did.
And he came back, settling onto the side of the little bed just like he usually did. But getting closer to me, resting the side of his face between my breasts, locking my closer leg open with the weight of his.
“Starting just the way we always do,” he whispered. “At least have some consistency.”
“That’s fine,” I whispered back, arching into his hand.
Coming quickly, but muffling myself this time. Just in case we weren’t really alone. I guessed I didn’t care any more. But still.
I could feel him about to continue in the same fashion.
“Oh no,” I said, struggling out from under his head and leg. “No, you said I could have what I want and you can’t weasel out now.”
I reached over, quickly and perhaps a little too violently, getting his pants undone. Blessing him for not wearing a belt. He groaned as he sprang forth, the sound winding out of him as I put my mouth on him. He tasted good and felt better. After a few long strokes I let him go with a pop and threw my leg over him before he could protest. Sliding down on him. Grunting when he was buried in me, though it felt good. Reaching up under his nerdy polo to rest my hands on his bare chest. Starting to ride him slowly.
He rested his hands on my hips, weakly lifting as though to toss me off. He could have if he really wanted to, but clearly he didn’t really want to.
I came before he did, doing my own rhythm and still riding high from the first orgasm. He groaned again as I did. He was louder than me tonight by far. I kept going though, wondering if I’d be able to get a third out of him.
I could feel when he was on the edge, his breath heavy and short. His thumbs sank into my hips, enough that I knew I’d have his fingerprints on me tomorrow. I started riding a little faster, dropping harder.
Then the lights flicked on.
I gasped, sitting heavily on him. He was trying to lift me off of him, hands cupped on my buttocks.
“No, Subject B,” a bitchy voice rang out. “Go ahead and finish him. He indulged when he shouldn’t have but he might as well finish.”
He turned his head to the side to look at Doctor Bitch. He looked prettier than I’d ever seen him, flushed face, mouth vulnerable, hair disheveled.
“Ma’am–” he said.
“Hush,” she said, in nearly the same tone he would.
“It’s not her fault–” he tried again, head still turned from me.
I still felt him throbbing inside me though, and I felt myself gushing down him.
“I know it’s not,” she said. “Sub B did nothing wrong. Go ahead and finish.”
I started rolling my hips and he grabbed my wrists above his chest.
“You don’t have to–” he said to me.
“But I want to,” I said, which was the truth. “I’ve wanted you terribly, Teddy.”
“Please, don’t make me,” he said, very quietly, once I started working my way back up.
But I couldn’t stop now, I knew I was only inches from my third. And when I cried out a few minutes later his hips lifted spastically into mine, coming viciously in me.
“There we go,” Doctor Bitch said, almost gently. Or as gentle as she could sound.
I slumped forward, my breasts almost in his face. Hoping to be able to go to sleep. Maybe Teddy could just stay for a while… It would be so nice if someone would just turn off the light…
“Now maybe you can help me with the rest of the rounds, Sub B, since you need so much… Attention,” Doctor Bitch said.
“Ma’am?” I panted, too stupid to even begin to piece together what she was saying.
“There’s others in the sleep study, and you’ve interrupted my rounds with the other subjects, because of how very needy you are. The least you could do is be useful,” she said, sighing and rolling her eyes. She came over, bunching up a handful of my hair in one of her gloved hands.
I cried a little, hand going to my scalp to ease the tension.
“That’s hardly necessary!” Teddy said, trying to blindly tuck himself messily away in his pushed-down pants.
“No, that’s okay,” I whispered.
Once more shocking myself with my submission. I was terrified but too turned on to stop now.
She pulled me out of the bed by my hair, Teddy still protesting and zipping himself back up.
“You’re going to sleep well tonight,” Doctor Bitch said, leading me stumbling to the door.
I felt another sticky flow down my thigh and moaned.
She dragged me naked down the hallway, past a few doors. The tile was incredibly cold under my bare feet, nipples almost painfully tight in the open air. She knocked on one door, and opened it, without waiting for a response. There was a man sitting up in bed. Looking exhausted and nervous. About my age.
“Oh um, uh, well, goodness–” he said fussily, turning his eyes away from me, rolling them toward the ceiling.
“I’m sorry I was delayed, Subject J,” Doctor Bitch said. “I have someone here to help with your nightly release tonight. Instead of your usual milking.”
He flushed fire-red under the fluorescents, still making sure his eyes didn’t dart to me.
“Oh, I uh… Well I don’t think that… I’ve been… Well, enjoying it as is and–” he said, stuttering and getting redder all the time.
I felt bad for him.
“Sub B can use her hands just as well as I can, I’m sure,” Doctor Bitch said, sighing and settling down on another wheeled stool.
“Or however,” I said, trying to shake my head out of her grip.
She let me go then.
“Uh, hi, I’m–” he began saying before Doctor Bitch snapped her fingers.
“Really not necessary, Subject J,” she said impatiently. “How do you want it?”
“I uh, I, well, I–”
I went over to him, shaking his hand, feeling surreal.
“Hi,” I whispered, just for him.
“Hi,” he whispered back.
Doctor Bitch sat on the stool, checking her watch.
“I’m okay,” I whispered to him. “But we should get this over with. Can I help you?”
He nodded, gulping himself. Sliding over and patting the too-narrow bed politely to me. I sat beside him, raising my eyebrows.
“Sideways?” he whispered.
I nodded this time, getting down on my side, angling my hips out and back. He lay big-spoon behind me, panting. Snaking an arm under my knee he lifted my upper leg up. I felt him fumble with the button fly of his shorts behind me and then he was quite suddenly inside me. I gasped, pressing my palms to my lower stomach.
He moaned, very quietly, sounding almost hurt. And then started jack-hammering away.
I knew Doctor Bitch was sitting, and likely watching us but I couldn’t see her over my upraised leg.
“Thank you,” he moaned as he came.
Once again, I was hoping to lay and rest for a second, but she snapped her fingers at me. I slithered out of the bed, feeling sticky and clammy.
“Good night,” J said to me, very quietly.
Tugging up his pants and rolling over into his blankets.
“‘Night,” I agreed, while Doctor Bitch grabbed me by the elbow and started dragging me out of the room. We went directly across the hall into another room. A woman was laying on her side, facing away from the door.
“Hello, Doctor Smith,” she said quietly, not turning back over.
“Hello, Subject M, I’m sorry for my delay, I have someone here to assist tonight,” Doctor Bitch said in answer. Sounding gentler than she usually did.
The woman flipped over, looking at Doctor Bitch first, and then at me. She showed no embarrassment, nor even any real surprise to see me naked in her room. She looked too tired to express either of those emotions.
“Oh,” she said, looking me up and down. Then, “You don’t have to. If she’s being mean to you or something.” She nodded sharply at Doctor Bitch.
“No, I’m okay,” I said. “You look really tired–”
She laughed, a short, barking little laugh. The laugh cut off quickly. She didn’t apologize for her sarcasm or rudeness. I slid into the bed beside her. She didn’t really move over to let me in.
“Unless you’d rather have Doctor Bitch again tonight,” I said, whispering almost directly into her ear.
She laughed again and turned a little more toward me. She did look exhausted. I noticed she had the same kind of fluttering muscle in her jaw bone I used to from when I was still grinding my teeth. She looked pale and she twitched. I rolled closer still to her, cupping her jaw in my palm. Rubbing my thumb into the spot that used to ache so much for me. She grunted and turned her face more into my hand to accept more touch. I snuck my free hand lower, resting my palm on her lower stomach. I lifted the waistband of her shorts with my fingertips but she grabbed my hand.
“Any way I want you?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said, surprising myself again.
“Give me your mouth,” she said.
I slithered down her, keeping contact as I did. Pulling down her sleep shorts. She assisted by lifting her hips so I could ease them down. Pushing open her legs to rest between them. I lapped at her, and she reached down with both her hands, digging her fingers into my hair.
It was all surprisingly easy, though I hadn’t had any real practice. Just resting on her inner thigh, taking direction from how she pulled my hair. She came, nails digging into my scalp. I cleaned her up after she did, shivering under my tongue and lips.
“Another?” I asked her quietly.
“Not necessary,” she said, rolling away from me, her thumbs already hooked into her waistband to bring her shorts back up.
I rolled my tongue back on itself to taste her again, getting up before Doctor Bitch could rip me out of the bed. My right elbow and shoulder were starting to ache with the way she tugged me around.