Chapter Sixty-Eight

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All at once, my eyes grow wide, my lungs seize up, and my throat constricts on reflex. I feel the point of impact throb with startling intensity, the roaring pain spreading like wildfire to the surrounding tissue in a never-ending rippling effect.

The nerves in my left butt cheek go into overdrive mode, their synapses firing and screaming their protest, telling my brain and the rest of my body that I'm in pain. But I also realize that the pain is laced with something else. Something more...sensual.

I can almost feel his large handprint taking form on my bruised flesh, and I can literally feel pure heat radiating from where he slapped me, scorching up like a furnace. And in that instant, my pussy follows suit without hesitation, burning and pulsing viciously in tandem with my ass cheek as a mesh of pins, needles, and tingles explode inside and around my groin, as if it got some sort of strange contact high from the intensity and speed of Frost's inflicted blow. The sensations bombard my body like several little missiles all at once and it's just too much to take, too sudden, too abrupt, and too overwhelming to process all at the same time.

Impulsively, I start to open my mouth, ready to scream "What the fuck!" but I quickly remember that there's the stupid thermometer lodged in it. By some miracle, it doesn't come flying out, along with several ounces of my saliva, but it certainly comes close. I have to lock my jaw to stop it from falling out of my mouth, and for those severely disorienting seconds, even the simple, biological act of swallowing is proving to be a Herculean task.

My nostrils flare as they forcefully expunge hot air from my body, only to drag more in just as harshly. My head whips itself around with record speed, my neck contorting itself so that I can glare at him over my shoulder with eyes that have quickly become watery; a by-product of his hand's collision with my ass.

But then, without giving me further chance to react, he does it. In one swift, determined, and seamless motion, he swipes the thermometer generously and intentionally against the pool of hot liquid gathered at my inner thigh, coating and lubricating the tip with my come, and then inserts it into my anus, pushing it into my rectum.

My instincts immediately kick into full gear, my body going into beast mode as adrenaline and a host of other hormones flood it, absolutely mortified by his actions and screaming at me to take flight. And without conscious thought, my body responds. My lower body lurches forward in retreat, my hips jerking sharply, pushing themselves into the edge of the bed, trying to evade the unexpected assault. My torso simultaneously goes rigid, and my entire upper body arches as it leans back against the unwelcome invasion, my glutes squeezing against each other and flexing even harder while my sphincter muscles clench with all their might in another simultaneous attempt to deny him and his stupid thermometer access. But my body's efforts prove to be futile. I'm not going anywhere, and he's making sure of that. His large hands grip at my waist and butt cheek like a vice, his strong fingers digging into my skin, firmly holding me in place. And the barrier of the bed doesn't help either, giving me no room to escape. But I'm stubborn, and so is my body, and it makes a few more compulsive attempts to push it out, but the thermometer doesn't budge, and I increasingly feel the shocking, cold steel of the tip, slick with the natural lube of my pussy, a stark contrast to my scorching insides.

I'm trying to register everything that's going on, trying to make sense of things, but I feel it's all happening too fast for my poor brain to keep up with. Somehow, the action is painfully slow and too quick at the same time, too abrupt and startling, something I simply couldn't be prepared for even though he clearly told me he was going to do it. I feel the thermometer stretching me open, spreading me in a way that makes me feel unbelievably exposed and violated. I know I'm no expert on thermometers, but from what I've seen so far, a typical thermometer—even a rectal one, I imagine—is usually only about a quarter inch thick. This one, on the other hand, seems to be about an inch in diameter and at least eight inches long. I can't help notice that it also looks a hell of a lot like a vibrator, for that matter. That's definitely not a detail anyone could ignore.

I mean, who the fuck designed the thing, de Sade? Jenna Jameson? WTF?

It certainly doesn't help that I've never had anything placed back there before in my entire life—at least that I can remember, anyway—and the feeling is just too novel; the sensations too different and foreign and confusing. This is beyond unnerving and clearly discomforting, eliciting feelings and emotions in me that I can't readily process, but at the same time, it's also surprisingly stimulating, and strangely...electrifying.

My instincts finally mellow out some, and I stop trying to resist. And in a brief, fleeting moment, I feel a kind of rush I've never ever felt before. It's scary and confusing and...I don't even know. It's hard to describe it. But it's definitely surprising. And what's even more surprising is the fact that I...I think I kind of liked it a little.

I feel my sphincter muscles spasm around the head of the thermometer, pulsing and clenching involuntarily around its metallic circumference as Frost's hands and eyes remain on me, and I can't ignore the sudden stirring below my belly. It's not long before I start to feel a small, faint swarm of prickles and tinglish jolts taking form in my anus, the sensations completely alien to me. But they become more and more intense with each passing second, and soon enough, an intense, concentrated trail of full-blown tickles quickly spread throughout my crotch and come to settle within the slick, throbbing walls of my pussy.

To be honest, this whole experience is just weird as hell, and though it's a clinical procedure, in a strange, twisted way, it's somehow managed to turn into something strangely sexual and...exciting? Obscenely exciting? I dunno. Maybe I'm losing my shit. That would certainly explain a lot.

I don't say anything for a long time, and neither does Frost.

The current stretch of silence between us is so deafening, so unbelievably nerve-wracking, and not even the intermittent beeping of the thermometers can distract me, even momentarily so, from the thick, overbearing tension in the room. I'm trying, trying desperately to control my breathing, trying my hardest to focus on the barely-there sound of the heater and the lingering traces of pressure on my arm where the blood pressure cuff was instead of the heightened throbbing between my thighs, the foreign object in my ass and the micro muscles gripping it, or the deliberate, icy blue eyes roaming over me.

After a stretch of time passes—one that literally feels like forever—the thermometer in my mouth sounds off with a long, continuous beep, signaling that only two minutes have actually gone by.

Oh, thank God!

A moment later, I hear him stand, feeling his body tower imposingly over mine as his arm reaches around from behind me. The action slightly moves the thermometer in my butt, but I can feel the effects of the subtle motion so vividly as it pushes further into me. The brief movement creates some friction inside my rectum, and I feel the ring of my anus stretch further around the increasing width of the thermometer's length, taking more of it inside my body. I inhale sharply as I feel Frost press against me, the air entering my lungs in a stream of stutters as I breathe in with very limited success. My body mirrors my shaky breathing when I feel his cock against my outer thigh, and I tremble as if all the muscles in my body are seizing at the same time. His cock is as unapologetic as he is, its incredibly hard and considerable length shamelessly protruding beneath his scrubs, pressing into my thigh as if it's actually reaching out to grab me. Even though I've had a few unintentional glances at the tent between his legs, the sheer feel of his hardness and girth are completely unexpected, and it startles me beyond measure.

My pussy throbs violently and my head dips forward on reflex at the sensational feel of his body against mine, and my legs buck and wobble like they're made of expired Jell-O. I swear I can feel every inch of his concealed cock. I can feel just how hard and how hot and rigid he is despite the veil of his clothes. And I can't stop myself from thinking about the fact that I'm going to have it inside me at some point. Probably sooner than later. More hot liquid gushes out of me at the thought, and I'm pretty sure I can feel some of it seeping through his scrubs, dampening the blue fabric of his bottoms. My entire face catches fire in sheer mortification of what I've just done, of the way my body has betrayed me right in front of him, the blast of heat spreading all over my body in a frenzy. But despite the embarrassment I feel, another considerable part of me is utterly turned on by the knowledge—and evidence—that he's not as unaffected and aloof, or even professional, about our situation as he would like me to think. I know it doesn't mean much, and probably doesn't even make sense, but there's a strange, sort of twisted sense of security in that for me. And I can't stop the inklings of the grin forming at my mouth, lifting the corners of my lips and threatening to form a full blown smile around the thermometer at finally seeing a tiny crack in his steel armoire of control and detachment, at feeling and knowing firsthand that this gorgeous, intimidating, formidable man is just as turned on by me as I am by him.

Without saying anything, he pulls the thermometer out of my mouth and it leaves the confines of my lips with a soft, barely-there 'pop', kind of like how a soft peck would sound. As soon as I release it, the thermometer in my armpit emits a similar, continuous beeping. It had shifted slightly when he'd spanked me, lodging itself further under my arm, and he has to reach lower into my shirt to grab it, his fingers grazing my bra and the top of my breasts in the process. I tense at the contact. My tongue compulsively darts out and licks at my bottom lip as I inhale sharply on another tremble, my fingers renewing their grip on the now wrinkled sheets like a vice.

He takes them away so quickly, and I'm unable to catch either of the readings before he pulls them out of my line of vision. I can only hope everything comes back normal, but after what he just did, I wouldn't be surprised if my temperature shot up a hundred degrees over the normal range. Heck, I'm surprised the thermometers didn't downright explode on me, especially considering the fact that my ass cheek is still burning up—thanks, in no small part, to him and his overzealous hand.

I remain perfectly still as I hear the scratchy sound of pen stroking paper, and I can only presume he's scribbling down the oral and armpit—er, axillary—temperature readings. I'm curious to know what they are, but I don't dare to check. I just can't bring myself to face him just yet; to look into those invasive, scary blue eyes of his and open myself up to even more scrutiny and humiliation. So, instead of trying to peek at him over my shoulder like I want to, I just stand there, naked from the waist down with my jeans bunched around my knees and the thermometer sticking out of my ass like a bizarre birthday cake on its side with one candle, waiting not-so-patiently for it to sound off as well. And then, after another uncomfortable stretch of eternity, it finally does.

In an instant, Frost is right behind me again, and I can feel the heat emanating from his body, warming my exposed skin. But my body goes impossibly rigid when I feel the pads of his fingers graze my butt crack, my limbs and torso stiffening to the point where I think I just might snap in half. His fingertips leave a trail of intense tingles as they run down the partition of my ass before coming to wrap themselves around the thermometer. The action is completely unnecessary as he clearly doesn't need to feel me up to get the thermometer, but he obviously wanted to, and my pussy—as traitorous as she's come to be—happily concurs with him.

I brace myself as I feel his hand on the base of the thermometer, my thighs trembling viciously as his other hand lightly grips my hip, almost as if he's helping me brace myself, but all it does is make me even more nervous.

With the same determined motion, he pulls it out of me, and I swear I can feel my sphincter muscle trying to latch on to the retreating thermometer, as if it doesn't want to let the fucking thing go! And then, as if that's not bad enough, the metal tip leaves my anus with a not-so-subtle, wet, suction sound.

Oh.

My.

Fucking.

God...

Someone, please shoot me now.

A blast of heat instantly covers me at hearing the unbelievably lewd noise, my body scorching itself as the vulgar, obscene sound echoes in my ears. My eyes widen behind my glasses in absolute horror, and I feel every inch of my body sizzle with embarrassment. I have never in my life felt so humiliated.

But I also feel a host of other things; other emotions that aren't so clear or defined. Emotions that I don't have time to ponder on right now, because I'm getting lightheaded again, feeling another electrifying rush pass through me.

I vaguely hear Frost speak again, his voice deep yet distant, as if he's talking to me from far away. He says something about not eating anything solid the day before my endoscopy—which he reminds me he's scheduled for three days from now—and that I can only consume fluids up to eight hours before it. Or is it twelve hours? He says a bunch of other stuff. He also says that Nurse Amber will give me a pre-procedure prep list so I don't forget any of it. I don't know who Nurse Amber is, but right now, I'm so grateful for her existence because I don't have to wrack my brain trying to remember everything he just said. Especially since I'm not even sure I actually heard everything he said to begin with.

My eyes are still on the window in front of me, absently looking at the reflection of the glare on my glasses when I suddenly hear the door open and close. My head whips itself around, my eyes darting to the door to only discover that I'm now by myself.

He left.

Just like that.

Without another word.

I seriously can't believe this dude. All that anxiety and nervousness and the bastard didn't even tell me my damn temperatures. I just endured the longest fifteen minutes of my life on an embarrassed-slash-angry-slash-turned on rollercoaster of emotions because of him, and he couldn't— scratch that, wouldn't—even do that.

What an absolute douche.

Another rush of emotions floods my body as I finally exhale long and hard, feeling pretty much everything from one extreme to the next in seconds. But most of all, I just feel kind of dazed; like this whole thing is some fleeting, surreal experience. As if it didn't actually happen. That I just imagined it all or read it in a book or something.

I eventually pull up my pants and quietly head out of the room to find Nurse Amber, trying hard to ignore the residual throbbing on my right butt cheek...and in my anus.

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