The blade of the scissors was cold as she felt it rest against her skin, just for a second before it picked the hem of the scrub pants up off her hips. She held her breath, there was no way to stop it, she was soon going to be completely exposed to him, her doctor, his patient, and there was nothing she could do about it. But besides her heart pounding and her mind racing with options to try and escape, she couldn't explain the heat pooling in her tummy, making its way lower, to her already damp panties. She felt the material slide off her left leg and dared a glance at the surgeon. Thankfully he hadn't looked up at her, but she watched as he brought the scissors back up to her right leg. This time his left hand was placed gently on the middle of her pelvic region, giving him a bit of tension before he sliced down her right leg. That one brief moment of touch had sent shivers crawling across her skin. She almost ached for his hand to slip, his fingers to accidently brush her slightly throbbing clit. They were so close as it was, maybe if she just twitched right...but as soon as the though came into her head, the moment of opportunity was gone. His hand left her body and she felt the fabric of the scrubs being slid from under her body. The cold metal of the table resting on her legs bringing her mind back to reality and serving to cool some of the burning sensation building between her legs.

Mark had to take a double look at "Tinkerbells'" panties. The woman had obviously worn something a bit more sexy to boost her confidence in teasing and temping him. There was no way she expected the nearly dark purple thong, with a lace and satin trim to be seen. It definitely wasn't standard in most physical exams, least that he had been part of. Tempted to run his finger along the thin strap running across her pelvic region and just over the tips of her hip bones towards her ass, he was almost sorry he planned on cutting them off. Seemed almost a sin, but as good, maybe even delicious, as it looked on her, he wanted to see what was underneath. Better yet, he wanted to examine what was underneath, inch by slow inch. He wanted to make her squirm, make her understand that she was his patient and had to answer any questions he asked of her. He took a breath, but that would wait. He'd let her think she was safe, truth be told though, even if she suddenly spilled her guts about everything she knew, he still planned on cutting off her panties, spreading her legs, and taking a good long look both at, and into her vagina. He forced himself to blink and look back up at her.

Jade didn't know what to think about what could happen next, though she suddenly wished he had worn boy cut short panties or even full on shorts beneath the scrubs now. Surely what she had on gave little to this surgeon to imagine what was underneath, but it was all the protection she had from him seeing her most private of parts. She made fists and quickly released them as she gave herself a mental kick for the sudden desire to have his eyes see every part of her, have his hands examine every inch of her. Gawd, if he was turning her on this much, and barely touched her, she wondered what it would be like in bed with him. She groaned, this was defiantly not the time to be thinking about that, she was already wet, and if she got herself too excited, well she was pretty sure he wasn't going to let her up off the table to hit the bathroom, so she could try and wipe away any evidence of her excitement before he most likely examined her down there. Like the precious moments every girl wished she had after hearing she was going to get a pelvic and knowing she couldn't come up with any good excuse to get those moments. And who the hell was going to say to their doctor, "I'm sorry doctor but you've turned me on so much I need excuse myself." or something like that; nope that would be worse than just spreading your legs and letting your body show your excitement. Least then you could blush all you want, as by then the doctor had their eyes focused on something you could pretend for just a few moments didn't exist, at least until the speculum or fingers slid inside...but that was a different matter.

Mark took a stethoscope from the instrument tray and moved up to her chest. He could see the disappointed look cross Ryans' eyes as he hoped Mark would just get right down to business, but Mark wanted this woman, his patient, to squirm. Wanted her mind to wonder what he had planned, what he could, and would, do to her body. He wanted every possible detail to intensify her orgasms to come. The orgasms that he was going to give her. To make her body tense and shake with his touch, his command. And having her wait, with her panties still on, giving her a false sense of security and protection, would give him that much more power over her body. He took the stethoscope, placed it in his ears and then on her chest.

Jade took a small unexpected intake of air as the cool diaphragm of the stethoscope touched her chest. She had not been expecting that. She had been all prepared to fight him going between her legs. Even tensed up her thighs and tried to center her weight on her hips, but him coming back up had been a surprise. So much so that she nearly forgot that she was tied to the surgical table, and slipped into cooperative patient mode. Her eyes moving to him, following the tubing of the stethoscope as it flowed down towards her body, conveniently over his tight strong chest, etched out by the green scrubs. His hand moved the diaphragm around the key points to listen to her heart, the coolness wearing off as her skin warmed the instrument. But as he moved it and spoke one word she melted. It was hard to believed that just the one word, "Breathe," would be enough to take control. But it was. He said it, and she would do it. Whether she wanted to or not, she obeyed. She blamed always being the good patient in the doctors' office for her automatic reaction to obey him, but at that moment, she honestly kept hoping he would keep on asking her to breathe. His voice was calm, clinical, yet in control, dominating. And it sent chills down her spine, tingling straight to her clit. She would do almost anything to have him take such control...not that she would ever let him know that...or would she?

Mark picked up the scissors again and just snipped the cords on her panties, then gave her a look. "Now, to really make sure you aren't hiding anything else." Almost like the move of a magician pulling a table cloth from a completely set table, he pulled her panties out from under hear, holding them up for just a moment, letting her eyes register what her body was already telling her...that she was now completely naked, at his mercy. As he tossed the panties into a pile of her clothes, he looked down at what had once been his hidden prize. The soft smooth skin that had greeted his eyes as he exposed her full breasts, greeted him once again. Though she wasn't fully shaved. A few dark curls covered the tops of her labia and pubic mound, but it was nicely trimmed, and almost beckoned him to spread her legs and take a look. Taking a breath he looked at his patient and nodded to Ryan to be prepared. "I think it's time we really worked on getting some answers from you." He placed his hand over the small tangle of curls as an emphasis of what was about to come, not like she wouldn't have already guessed, he was sure, but still it gave him a reason to touch her. To feel her body tense in anticipation, in need, and feel the warmth of her skin seeping through the latex gloves.