TABOO:BATION — 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTS novel Chapter 50

GO HOME SLUT!

NORA.

The two days had been a blur of anxiety and longing. I told myself I wouldn’t go. I thought about my mother’s smile and Gius’s kindness. I didn’t want to destroy our family. But every time I closed my eyes, I felt the phantom weight of Kaelen’s dick between my legs.

The memory of that thick, heavy heat was like a drug. My body was humming, my skin felt too tight, and my pussy was constantly aching–aching to have that thickness fill me.

Before I knew it, I was standing in front of the clinic door again. My hand trembled as I knocked.

“Come in.” The familiar, thick baritone voice called from inside.

I stepped inside.

“Lock the door, Miss Nora,” he said, though he didn’t look up from his file.

I did it.

“Come here,” he commanded. He stood up, walked toward the high exam table in the center of the room, and patted the leather surface. “You look nervous. Did you think our little… family connection… changed the medical necessity of this check–up?”

“No, Doctor,” I whispered, my throat dry.

“Good. Because you’ve been out in the world for forty–eight hours. Out of my sight. I need to know if you’ve been a good girl, or if you’ve been looking for a substitute for your doctor’s treatment. Raise that stupid skirt up. Bend over the table. Hands on the edge.”

My face burned with a mix of shame and hunger. I obeyed. I bent over the table, the paper crinkling under my grip. I felt the cool air hit my thighs as I exposed myself to him. Behind me, I heard the slow, deliberate sound of him snapping on a pair of latex gloves.

“Mmmnnn…” he murmured. “No panties huh? Let’s see what you’ve been up to, Nora,” he hissed.

He didn’t start with his hands. He leaned in close; I could feel his hot breath against my skin. He used his gloved hands to spread my butt cheeks wide, pulling them apart until I felt the air hit my most sensitive parts.

“You’re already dripping,” he noted, his voice dropping. “Why is that? Were you thinking about this on the drive over? Or… were you imagining my fingers back inside you?”

“Ahhh… Kaelen… please…”

“Doctor,” he barked a correction.

He took a huge glob of cold lubricant and smeared it over my opening. I jumped at the chill wetness. Then, he used two fingers to circle my entrance, rubbing the gel in slow, heavy circles, teasing the muscles of my hole.

“I need to check the tone,” he murmured.

Then, suddenly, without warning, he shoved two long fingers deep inside me.

“OHHH! Fuck!!”

My head hit the table. He began to hook his fingers, pulling against my internal walls, stretching me out- his thumb pressing hard against my clit on the outside while his fingers hammered against my G–spot.

“You feel… untouched, Miss Nora,” he whispered, his thrusting fingers picking up speed.

The sound of the friction was loud in the small room. “You feel… tight and desperate. With my years of experience, it feels like you’ve been holding this for me, haven’t you?”

“Yes! Ahhh! Yess, Doctor. Only for you! Ohhh, Doctor Kaelen, just for you!”

My knuckles turned white from how hard I gripped the table. My body was bucking back against his hand, begging for more than just fingers.

He didn’t stop. He kept at it for minutes, his fingers moving in a relentless, rhythmic blur. Every time I tried to pull away, he gripped my hip with his free hand, digging his thumb into my bone to keep me

pinned. I was sobbing, my breath coming in short, high–pitched hitches.

“I… I’m… fuck, Doctor, I’m… ah–ah–ah!” I hit a peak, my walls clamping down on his fingers in violent, wet spasms.

Kaelen waited for the last twitch to die down. Then, he slowly, agonizingly, pulled his fingers out. I felt the empty cold rush back in… ahhhh, damn…

Then, “The exam is over,” he said, stepping back. He stripped the gloves off his hand with a wet sound.

“But… but what about… I need it, Kaelen! I need the real thing!” I turned around, my hair falling and glued to the sweat on my face. My eyes were wide and pleading. I reached for his belt, my fingers shaking.” Please. Just fuck me. Just once. I can’t go home like this.”

“You… you can’t be serious,” I breathed. “How would I… how-” 1

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