Jade was doing her best to catch her breath and trying not to moan in pleasure as she did so, but was failing miserably. How the hell did he know her body so well. Sure he was a doctor, a surgeon at that, should know anatomy, but he was proving to know far more about her own body then she did! Hell, the only thing she had managed to somewhat hide was her pain reaction to his exam in one area, but even that had been a utter failure. She dared to lift her head and look down between her legs. His eyes glanced up at her, and even though she couldn't see it behind his mask she knew he was smirking. Jade released a hard held breath. "You like doing that so much maybe you should just ask me on a date doctor." The male laughter in the room told her it was a reaction they hadn't expected but would roll with it.

"Hmmm, perhaps." Mark just dropped his eyes back down to the prize in front of him. He had one more thing planned before he would really make her breathing try to catch up, really make her submit, really make her his. He pushed back on the stool and stood up, removing his gloves he went and stood next to her.

Jade swallowed and looked up at the surgeon standing over her. She could imagine so many people shivering, scared of what was about to come, though falling mercifully to sleep only moments after, never having to worry about really was to come next. In her case, though, she did. He picked up something from the nearby tray and held it up. It glinted in the spilling light that was still aimed right down at her vulva, and looked to her like some spur on a long handle. Now she rode horses, though she wasn't a cowboy by any means, but she was pretty sure those were meant to be on boots, and were used to give a slight jolt of pressure and pain to get the horse to respond to the rider. If the surgeon wanted to make her squirm, tense, kick, or anything else, all he had to do was touch her, especially between her legs, he didn't need some instrument to do it. As she looked at the silver tool all kinds of ways to tell him that popped into her head, but fear kept her tongue glued to the roof of her mouth. Part of her wanted him back between her legs, make her cum again, by his hand, but embarrassment was starting to rear its head again, and she couldn't let him have that kind of control over her.

Mark took his non-dominant hand, leaving the Wartenberg Wheel in the other, and laid it on her stomach. It quivered at the unexpected touch, tensing in a slightly protective manor, but her skin was as soft as he had imagined it would be. Though it was cooler to the touch, being exposed to the open temperatures of the operating room, he could imagine how it would feel next to his, under silken sheets of a nice warm bed. Brushing up against his, caressing his body in the way that only a female could. Warming his body to the very core, while secretly begging he touch hers. Like he was now, with just one hand he could see all the changes that were taking place, only because he took the time to notice. Her breathing had relaxed, though still showed signs of being nervous, her hips moved ever so slightly, hoping that his hand would slip lower. And so much more. Loving the way her skin moved so effortlessly under his palm he slid it across her abdomen, a sort of unofficial abdominal exam. He watched as she closed her eyes for just a moment, chewing on her bottom lip, enjoying the touch. He only hoped she was finally enjoying the feeling of his skin next to hers, like he was. The hiss of the anesthetic machine brought him back to reality. He pulled his hand reluctantly away from her skin, still wondering how it would feel to have her entire body, naked, and pulled in close against his.

Jade frowned as his hand left her stomach. It had been warm, and she relished it. Wanted more, wanted to feel him against her. As he brought his hand across her exposed abdomen, just daring to cross the tip of her pelvic region, heat pooled and swirled in her core. But that had faded the moment his bare hand left her. She blinked and looked up, seeing the spur move towards her. Keeping her head on the table she held her breath. The points of the spur laid just below her rib cage. A heart beat passed, maybe two, before the tiny spikes moved slowly across her body. It was a strange feeling, the pressure wasn't enough to break the skin, but it was more than evident that they were there. She didn't have long to process the strange instrument though before it moved right up between her breasts, this time lighter in pressure. It stopped in the middle of her collar bone. She swallowed and looked up at the eyes staring down at her. As though trapping her from looking at where the wheel might go next, she was forced to only feel its path, as it travelled around her right breast. It was light, but the spikes poked enough that she felt her body shiver, unable to figure out how to respond to the torment it was now receiving. It stopped just at the edge of her areola. She felt it turn sideways and move around it, as though tracing the outline of the now rippled and responsive pink skin. Before she knew it, the spikes pivoted back and ran, slightly harder, right across her erect nipple. Jades eye broke contact with the surgeons' immediately as she gasped and looked up. It hadn't hurt necessarily, but it had sent a jolt, straight from her nipple to her clit. Her body was almost directing a path for the doctor to take, and she couldn't believe it! Why would any part of her want to feel...that...there?!

Mark grinned behind the mask and watched Tinkerbell's face as her mouth opened and her upper body arched a bit at the pressure of the Wartenburg spikes on her nipple. Angling the wheel slightly, he brushed the tips right over the tip of her nipple. Goosebumps prickled across her skin and she closed her eyes. He would give almost anything to find out what she was thinking or feeling, but no, it was not time to ask her his questions, she had to be his, she had to submit to him, his control, his skills...just to him. He brought the wheel down the inside of her right breast, pressing harder as it neared the base and across her chest, lighting up only as he neared the left breast. He did the same as with her right, slowly moving around her breast, working the spikes up towards her nipple as he went, the pressure getting lighter and lighter as he neared the budding areola. He loved to watch as her body arched at the spikes. Giving little movements as though it could somehow stop the sensations from entering her skin and muscles. He traced around the pink bud, wondering how she would moan if he were to take it in his mouth, suckle gently, maybe even scrape his teeth over it. He swallowed, feeling his scrub pants becoming almost too tight to bare, as he pressed the spikes into her nipple. Her body jolted, her head arching back as she moaned in a deep mix of pleasure and pain. Mark was almost jealous he hadn't had someone else torture her full breasts while he sat between her legs, allowing him to watch how excited she got, how her muscles contracted, how wet her entrance got, begging for attention.

Bringing the spikes down the inside of her left breast he pressed harder against her sternum and pushed it down to her navel. Her body shivered and arched behind the wheel as it moved. It was delicious to watch, even more so knowing that he was causing it. Soft moans escaped her lips, nothing to say she was in pain, but telling him at least a part of her was enjoying his...exam. Circling her belly button he brought the wheel up and down her left side, then across her lower belly to her right. Her body tensed as he neared where earlier she had reacted to his touch, but he kept going. Circling back up and round to her belly button. Leaving it there for just a moment, he turned his head to watch her breasts rise and fall with each breath she took. The gentle bounce they made as she exhaled, her rib cage relaxing; the soft tissue dancing with the movement, teasing his eyes, and twitching his cock. Prying his eyes away he looked back down at her recently shaved Mons Pubis...his next target. Pushing the wheel down straight towards her clit he veered and lightly teased her outer lips with the spikes.

Jade held her breath as the spikes neared her womanhood, he wouldn't really head there would he?! But they kept getting closer and closer, then boom, it hit! The spikes were light as they teased her outer lips, first the left, then lightly passing over her entrance they traveled up the right. She stifled a moan, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but as he expertly moved the metal spikes into the inner connection between her lips and labia she jumped and her groan escaped her lips. It was as though tiny pin pricks were both torturing her and pleasing her. Part of her itched to scratch the sensation away, but there was no way she could do that. She couldn't even maneuver her legs to close in the slightest. Then the unthinkable happened, the spikes danced over her clit. Her hands balled into fists in the restraints and her back arched. White hot lightning shot throughout her entire body as the spikes teased by brushing over the tiny bud of pleasure. She closed her eyes as the surgeon continued to tease and test her responses by just lightly scraping them over her clit. She swallowed, trying to gain some composure, but she couldn't. The wheel stopped brushing and the tip of the spike pressed right onto her clit, the lightning traveling through her body caused her to explode in a climax. Her body tensed and shook from the pleasure, and the pain. She gave a small squeal as her body contracted every muscle it had in a wave of pleasure.

Mark watched as his patients' smooth white skin quivered and tensed. The muscles contracting, overloading in pleasure and stimulation, sending her over the edge. All by his doing. He waited for the wave to pass before placing the Wartenburg wheel back on the instrument tray and watched her body. It relaxed after her caused her to have yet another orgasm, but only for a moment. She wasn't quite ready to give up full control to him, to submit to his skills, his power, but she would. Now that he had worn her down, to a point where her body was relaxing for even the slightest of moments, he could bring in the big guns. He was going to find out who put her up to this, and anything else he asked of her. Because when he was finished with her, she would be his patient...she would be his.