Trapped Between Doctor Daddy And Ex Chapter 02
Following Nathan’s order, I spread my legs as Tony yanked the sheet off my body.
Completely naked under the two men’s gazes, I felt more exposed and vulnerable than I ever had before, and I had to fight the urge to cover myself with my hands.
Nathan stared between my legs, his brows furrowed. Then he pulled his rolling stool closer and sat down on it. He rolled right up to the edge of the table until his face was practically between my spread legs.
“Your pubic hair is a little long, Erica. For a clearer view, I’m going to have to shave it off.”
Nathan took the razor Tony handed him as he spoke.
“O-okay…”
But the moment the cold blade touched my skin, my legs snapped shut on instinct.
“Sorry, Uncle Nathan… I’m just nervous,” I whispered, forcing my thighs open again and fully exposing myself to Nathan.
Every time the razor came close, though, I couldn’t stop myself from trying to close them. After several attempts, Nathan finally lost his patience.
“Tony, hold her legs open and keep them there.”
“Yes, Dr. Briar.”
Tony moved to the side of the table, gripped my thighs firmly, and forced them apart. I tried to resist immediately, but his strength was overwhelming—my struggles were useless.
Pinned wide open, I could only lie there while Nathan calmly shaved every last bit of hair from between my legs.
Then he used his index and middle fingers to part my lips.
“The next part of the exam requires me to check for any lumps or swelling inside you. I’ll need to insert my fingers. Are you okay with that, Erica?”
“No problem, Uncle Nathan,” I said softly.
He nodded. “Tony, keep her legs held open and watch carefully how I do this. Sooner or later you’ll have to perform these exams on your own.”
With that, he slid his index finger inside me and began moving it in slow circles. The rough pad of his fingertip dragged over my sensitive inner walls, sending a sharp shiver through my lower body.
“See this, Tony?” Nathan said. “When you’re checking for any lumps, you need to go slowly and carefully. Cover every surface, inside and out.”
“Got it, Dr. Briar. I’d like to put my hand in and get some hands-on practice too,” Tony said to Nathan, as if he were a diligent student eager to learn.
I didn’t believe a word of his bullshit.
The bastard was probably just looking for an excuse to mess with me and embarrass me in front of Nathan.
But Nathan believed his assistant. He let Tony put his fingers in alongside his own to check me down there.
Tony’s fingertips went straight for my most sensitive spots—after that night we’d spent together, he already knew exactly where I reacted the hardest.
Under his teasing, I got soaked in no time. My hips even started rocking slightly on their own.
When he deliberately stroked that sensitive place again, I couldn’t hold back a moan.
The sound was thick with raw lust. Embarrassment burned under my skin. How could I moan at a time like this?
What would Nathan think of me?
I couldn’t help glancing at his face—and found his lips pressed tightly together, his eyes locked on my pussy as his finger explored inside me.
At the same time, Tony’s fingers found my clit and began tracing soft little circles over it.
A sharp throb pulsed between my legs. My toes curled tightly. Heat coiled low in my belly, tighter and tighter, until I was right on the edge—one more stroke and I would have come hard.
“All right, the vaginal exam is finished. I’ve carefully examined your vagina. No masses found,” Nathan said.
He and Tony withdrew their fingers from me at the same time.
The climax was ripped away in an instant. My pussy clenched hard around nothing; my legs gave a weak, involuntary twitch. A soft, frustrated sound escaped my throat before I could stop it.
So close. Just a little more…
Nathan seemed completely unaware of how desperately unsatisfied I was. He kept his serious expression and professional manner as he stood up and reached for the probe beside him.
A rush of shame hit me. He was only trying to help with a proper examination, yet I’d been using the opportunity to enjoy his and Tony’s touch—and had almost come from it.
Then, as he walked, his white coat moved, and I caught sight of the distinct bulge in the front of his black trousers.
Nathan was hard.
Hard from examining me.
That realization sent another wave of heat through my lower belly. Fresh wetness spilled from between my legs.
He picked up the long, rigid probe from the side and pressed the tip against my entrance.
“Next is the transvaginal ultrasound. I’m going to insert the probe into you now, Erica.”
But the probe was thick. He tried pushing it in several times, yet the rounded tip kept slipping against my slick folds, unable to breach the tight entrance.
Tony, standing beside him with his own cock tenting his pants just as hard, said, “Dr. Briar, tilt it a little and aim for the left side—She tends to open up easier on that side.”