Jen took a couple deep breaths, finally coming down from her high, still unbelieving that it just happened. It had just happened right? She blinked and saw the surgical light glaring down at her, yep...it had most definitely just happened. But if that didn't convince her, the surgeon beside her, snapping on a new pair of gloves, sure did. She had no idea what to say, all she wanted to do was to close her legs so he couldn't see how wet he was making her by just standing there. Standing over her in his scrubs, his eyes looking down at her from a top of his surgical mask. But she couldn't. Her legs were still strapped up and out so that if at any time he wanted to, all he had to do was walk down and see her most private of areas. And for the love of all things good in the world, why did she want him to go down there?!

Johnny took a warmed tube of KY jelly and watched his patients' eyes follow him as he moved it to her left breast and squeezed some of the jelly around her breast just below the pink of her areola. Placing the tube on her stomach, he brought his hands down and slowly started to massage the jelly into her skin and on her breast. It didn't take long for her to reward his fingers with a soft moan of pleasure. As the jelly worked itself in, he picked up the tube and did the same to her right breast. Making sure his fingertips rubbed the Jelly smoothly over, around, and under each breast. The warmth of the jelly producing the same effect as if she had just stepped out of the shower, making her breasts slightly softer and easier to examine for any small abnormalities.... Hmmmm the shower, now there was a tempting thought. His eyes could already feast upon her naked flesh, laying in wait for him, begging him to touch and examine, manipulate and heal, but how much sweeter would it be to see her just slip into the warm water as it cascaded down on her curves. Dampening and darkening her long hair, letting it stick to her body and direct some of the water droplets over her supple skin. While the rest of the water found its own path. As his hands massaged around her left breast and down, he thought of how one drop might go. Smoothly rounding over her shoulder, zigzagging down her full tender breast, coming to a short stop above her nipple. The nipple that right now, thanks to the gentle probing of his fingers, stood erect, begging for attention, the pink areola around it wrinkling and flowering to produce the wonderful succulent bud he longed to take between his lips. His fingers moved down into the valley between her breasts as he repeated the same movements on her right breast. The water droplet would be free to continue down her cleavage, slowly inching its way down further south, just missing her belly button and...

Jen moaned, his fingers were soft yet methodical, checking every curve of her breasts, and she loved how as his hand would every now and again cup her breast, they just hung over it. She would admit she had bigger breasts, not that any of the guys she ever told that too would agree with her, but at this moment she knew way. His hands taking the weight of her breasts, moving them around, massaging them, examining them, she could feel herself getting wetter with each touch. Was it wrong that part of her wanted him to take off those gloves and feel his bare skin against hers?

Johnny took a step back from Jen and cleared his throat, gawd his scrub pants felt so tight! If She hadn't moaned and broke his thoughts...well he wasn't sure what might have happened. Peter moved and caught his peripheral vision as he stood back. Though his friend also had on a mask he could tell he wouldn't live this moment down for a long time.

Jen couldn't help her reaction, her body tensed and she groaned in frustration, this was a torture all of its own. He brings her to a new high, tiring out her entire body with skilled and practiced fingers, then relaxes and excites her with his touch, but then just pulls away?! She wasn't able to move her hips up, but she was still able to move her shoulders and stomach slightly, so she did. Her frustration took control, she groaned and tried twisting.

"I think your patient is upset doctor." The voice behind her laughed slightly as it spoke.

"You would be to if..." a gloved hand from behind her slipped over her mouth and held on tight. It stilled her for a moment, as the smell of the latex hit her nose. She panted behind the hand, then for one brave moment tilted her head and tried to bite the palm holding her mouth, but it was expertly cupped, holding her in place and keeping his hand out of biting range. Peter looked up at Johnny, his hand pressing tighter against Jens face, pressing her head down against the surgical table. "She's trying to bite me!"

"Hmmm seems my patient still hasn't learned that she needs to follow doctors orders." Johnny looked down in her eyes, she stared back at him, not moving but the defiance was there. He wasn't surprised, he kind of expected it, after all he had just been driving her sexual responses through the roof then pulled back, but every patient needs to learn to listen to their doctor. He turned away and moved to a small moveable table nearby. Picking up the scalpel he turned and held it up, just so she could see it in the light.

Jen followed his movements and instantly froze when she saw the scalpel. She swallowed, giving in to the hand holding her down, resting her head against the table and relaxing her body. Surely he wouldn't use it...would he?!

Johnny loved the way her body instantly froze at the site of the instrument. Nodding to Peter to keep her head in place so she couldn't see his movements Johnny slowly brought the blade town towards her abdomen. "You know, you really shouldn't fight your doctor..." Palming the surgical instrument with ease he turned it around just seconds before it actually touched her skin, allowing the blunt end of the scalpel to touch and dig slightly into her body.

Jen gasped at the pressure of the blade. She was certain it was going to cut her. Her heart pounded, she wanted to fight it, she wanted to move, but was too afraid. Afraid that if she did, he might actually cut her, but even more afraid that she would anger him, or upset him, and he wouldn't touch her any more. What a strange feeling that was. She cared, she wanted to make her doctor happy, please him, follow his orders.

Using the tip of the blunt end he pressed harder and ran a quick slice down her upper abdomen and down just past her stomach, tracing along her abdominal aorta. She gasped and he watched as her body arched in reflex, expecting to feel pain, to feel blood, but nothing came. He nodded to Peter who slowly removed his hand as the realization sunk in that she hadn't actually been cut. Peter leaned in close to Jens ear as her body relaxed against the metal table. "That could have ended far differently." He knew Johnny wouldn't actually hurt her, but she didn't know that, and he loved to watch her body squirm to fight then fall so quickly into submission under the surgeons' skills. "I suggest you be a good patient for your doctor."

Johnny watched as Jen licked her lips, nodding slowly that she would obey, but he had to just be sure. Using his free hand he leaned slightly and gently teased her clit, flicking and rubbing the still sensitive gem. Her body responded instantly. Her muscles tightening and her breathing came out in soft moans, but not once did she move to try to get away. He looked at her and watched as her eyes tried to look away but were held with his. Holding up the scalpel so she could see it clearly, he brought it down and placed it along where he had just pretended to cut her. The pulse that would race under it would remind her that it was there, and that he was in control, he was her doctor.

She closed her eyes for a moment, thankful that she hadn't been cut, yet was incredibly turned on that the surgeon had made the move. So dominant, so in control, she was his patient and he was not about to let her forget that fact. When she opened them again she saw the black mask hanging dangerously close to her face, her heart pounded, but it only hovered for a moment, maybe two before it slipped out of view. What was going on?! What did they have planned? Would they really knock her out completely? Jen released a sigh of relief as the mask disappeared but watched as the surgeon moved down between her legs. Ug he just had to go there and see how wet and excited he was making her! Just had to be able to see everything! She started to wonder how red she was turning from the embarrassment.

Johnny moved back down between her legs and picked up the speculum, it was metal and cold, but he kept it from her sight, not that she could see well with the angle of her head, but this was one thing that he always enjoyed seeing the reaction to. The woman knowing that very soon, something was going to invade her viginal core. Open her to show everything about her, hold back no secrets. It always made them quieter, submissive, hoping that the exam would be over quickly, but this one...no this one was one he planned to take his sweet time in performing.

Jen could hear motions from below but she couldn't see what was going on and it drove her insane. She wanted to move, to almost force action to come, but as she started, she felt her pulse beat against the cool scalpel laying across her stomach, reminding her she was in his hands. So she stayed still, almost willing the doctor to do something, but what she felt next she couldn't help the slight jump. The cold metal of a speculum touched her inner thigh, a slight attempt to warm it before it would slide inside of her. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. She wanted to beg for him not to use it, while at the same time she wanted him to use it...until she felt the cold metal start to push its way into her entrance...