Chapter 7: The Floodgates Open

Words : 979 Updated : Sep 25th, 2025

"Mm, it's fine," Leonard Zimmerman said, dead serious, then led Daisy Warth into the treatment room. Today, Daisy had made a point of wearing a skirt and stockings. She wanted to avoid the awkwardness of having to take off her pants like yesterday. Once inside, she lay back on the exam table with practiced ease. She'd spent the whole night giving herself pep talks: Don't be scared, she told herself. Leonard's a doctor-he won't cross any lines. "Can we do a full examination today?" Leonard asked. Seeing her settle in and close her eyes, he already knew what she was bracing herself for. "Mm." It took everything she had to get the word out. He was a man, after all, and she figured he might push things a little. For the sake of getting better, she decided she could accept a little impropriety. "Then… you can start." Daisy didn't dare say anything more. Her jaw clenched; her legs trembled despite herself. Leonard didn't say a word. He moved to the foot of the table and, with careful hands, slipped off her shoes, exposing her long, elegant feet, the stockings smooth against her skin. A telltale bulge strained against his pants. His hand traced up her legs, gliding over her calves and thighs, until he reached between her legs. He paused, then straightened, lifted her skirt, and pressed his hand against her most intimate spot. His other hand wasn't idle. He cupped her breast through her clothes and brought his mouth to her ear. His fingers moved with slow insistence. Daisy's legs shook; her free hand twisted in the sheet. Her face was tight with discomfort. "Ah… don't…" Daisy jolted, grabbing his wrist to stop him. "We need to do a more thorough exam," Leonard said, prying her hand away. "Mm…" She let out a small sound and withdrew her hand. He stood and pulled off her panties, exposing her. He swallowed hard. He pressed again. Daisy reacted as if electricity shot through her, thighs snapping shut. She clung to his arm, eyes glazed, her cheeks flushed bright red. Leonard let her go only to cup her face and kiss her hard, unable to hold back any longer. Daisy went stiff, barely responding. When her lips parted, his tongue forced its way in, taking what he wanted. Under his relentless push, her resistance faded; whatever reason she had left drowned in raw desire. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt like this. Since getting married, it was the first time she'd felt that head-spinning pleasure-impossible to pull away from. Little by little, Daisy began to respond. Her arms wrapped around Leonard's neck. Her hesitant tongue finally responded, tangling with his. In that moment, Daisy forgot who she was. She forgot she was a married woman. Leonard kissed her hungrily, then nuzzled at her ear and down her neck. One hand shoved up her top and pushed her bra aside. "Ah… give it to me…" she panted. His hand worked between her thighs in small, insistent motions. Moments later, her back arched. She dug her fingers into his arm. As her body shuddered, a wet spot spread on the sheet. Daisy collapsed on the table, chest heaving, breath ragged. She gazed at Leonard through a haze, her long legs wrapped in black stockings, her curves full and perky, her pose dangerously alluring.

Chapter 7: The Floodgates Open

Comments (0)