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The sound of palm against skin echoed in the ivory walls, alongside a whimper that Dennis attempted to muffle by biting into the thick digits that invaded his mouth. His attending let out a wince but ultimately seemed unfazed, delivering another gentle slap against Dennis’ bare ass. The sound ringed in his mind which blocked out rushing water from the sink, sneakers ,and voices just beyond the bathroom door.
“No biting.” His voice was laced with such intensity it made Dennis’s mind mushy and his pussy leaky. “I'm already doing you more favors than I ought to. Want the whole ED to know how much of a slut you are?”
It wasn’t his fault. How was he supposed to focus when his boss’ warm hands seemed to find their way to every part of his body? That brush against his waist was the last straw. He shook his head but that obviously wasn't enough, as a slap against his face had him whining. He bit down on the cheek, the sting forcing a pathetic sob out of him. “N-no, sir…”
“I swear…” The doctor's harsh words contradicted the motion of him caressing swollen ass. He couldn’t help but lean into that harsh touch, earning a chuckle from his boss that overtook Dennis’ groan. “This couldn't have waited, kid? I'm not even leaving until another day. You couldn't even have waited until the shift was over?”
“N-no sir-” He repeated against his fingers, legs dangling in the air as he rested over Dr. Robby's knees.
“Yes you could have.” He had a hint of amusement in his voice and Dennis was tempted to turn around, but he was worried about receiving another slap. “You're just always begging for it, aren't you?”
“Y-yes sir…” A gasp was forced out of his lungs as he felt those rough fingers trace the edges of his vulva. “I-I'm sorry sir…”
“Oh you'll be sorry when I'm done with you.” Those words made Dennis let out a whine he didn’t recognize. “Start counting. And keep it down, will you?”
“Yes…”
“Yes, what?
“Yes, Dr. Robby. O-one…” He whispered around Dr. Robby's calloused fingers as his right palm made contact against his tender cheeks. The first hit wasn't particularly hard but it still made his toes curl, especially since he had already received a few hits already. His attending delivered two more hits, the last one a bit more harsh. “Two… three!”
An even harsher gasp was pushed out of Dennis as the fourth slap was against his aching folds, tender but enough to make him burn with pain and need. Dr. Robby didn't even seem to react just telling him “Continue, Whittaker.”
Dennis did just that as 2 more slaps made contact with his pussy lips, a desperate sob leaving those drool covered lips. Another demand to “keep quiet” paired with a harsh slap against his lips, had him leaking even more. Dennis sobbed as Dr. Robby's fingers pushed further into his mouth, pussy clenching around nothing as he silently begged for them to replace it. At this point it felt like the sting had reached his mind, barely able to respond as another slap echoed around the walls.
“You're soaked, y’know. Damn thing leaking all over my hand.” The scolding hot words made his stomach do flips and back arch against his hands that rested in the small of his back. “If I didn’t know any better, I'd say you're enjoying this.”
“N-no sir I'm n-” He desperately explained against those fingers that dared to activate his gag reflex before being caught off guard by the doctor's fingers piercing into that aching heat, the three digits offering a painful but wonderful stretch. He couldn’t help but have his eyes twitch with pleasure and let out a pathetic whimper. “Oh… Daddy~”
“Does it look like we're in my house right now Dr. Whittaker?” Voice dripping with malice as he asked, dragging the doctor syllable. He removed his fingers from his mouth and made the blonde face him, Dennis’ breath catching as he saw how clouded with lust his dom's vision was. “Your brain break or what? Can't even count properly anymore.”
“N-no Da-Doctor Sir.! I-I can… Were at eigh- no fuck- seven.” His mind truly scrambled to find his words, hopelessly trying to appeal to his boss. His hands were starting to ache and his jaw felt sore, but none of that compared to how his pussy throbbed and ached. He’s never come without his attending’s lips, dick, or fingers inside him. Fuck, could this be the day?
“Good boy. What color are you?” Dr. Robby’s sudden shift to a more tender figure had him questioning whether he liked being treated like a prince or a common whore better. He answered green and those previous questions were pushed out of his mind as Dr. Robby’s fingers slipped out of that warmth, pussy blinking over and over. A quiet chuckle left the brunette’s lips as he spread out his student’s lips that were framed by golden curls, eyes darkening as it pleaded to be filled once more. Dennis happily let him see more, spreading out his legs. For a second he thought he would just finger him now, but a harsh smack against his ass told him everything. Dennis managed to respond, eyes shutting with need to come. “Two more to go.”
“Nine…” Dennis didn’t even know if he said it, his mind filled with pain and the need to come. He opened his mouth to tell his attending but instead a yelp was forced out of his body as Dr.Robby’s hand made contact with his trembling lips, turning into a moan as orgasm finally washed over him. He sobbed into his palm as his orgasm tettered out, short but extreme. The brunette did little to soothe the intense pain and pleasure, simply just petting his extremely red ass. Once the breath finally returned to his lungs, his boss used some toilet paper to clean up his sensitive folds. Dr. Robby pulled up his scrubs and gently pushed him off his knees, legs trying to solidify after that intense treatment.
“You forgot to say ten.” The words weren’t meant to be rude, his more friendly tone returning.
“Oh… I suppose I’ll have to try again later.” Dennis managed to squeak out, biting down on his lip as he stared at the bulge that threatened to burst out of his attending’s pants. His words were just met with a sinister smile and gentle slap against his ass, gasping at the pain that seeped into his bones.
“Get out there kid.”
Dennis just nodded, legs barely working as he made his way out of the door. The sound of sneakers, voices, curtains shuttering overtook the sound of blood rushing from his ears. The smell of chemicals and blood replaced the smell of sex as he made his way to his desk. He couldn’t help but wince as he sat down, the plush seating doing little to comfort him.
“Where were you?” The dark haired woman asks.
“Oh.” It took him a while to even register Trinity’s voice, let alone Mel leaning against his desk. “Dr. Robby needed to ask me some questions.”
He chose to ignore the way Trinity’s eyebrows raised and focused on Mel’s cheery voice. “That’s nice. Unless you got interrogated. Do I have to be worried?”
“No. It’s just something I need to worry about.” He hoped his voice wouldn’t waver as he replied, picking up on the sound of Dr. Robby’s voice as he left the restroom.