Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
The thought of Gamma commanding my body utterly made me whimper again with need. I kept my eyes on the carpet, unable to look my new master in the eye, my cheeks burning. I focused on the fibers beneath my feet; I tried to concentrate on their having the same iridescent quality all Magisterian arts seemed to share, as if their materials were nothing but star stuff.
To my surprise, Gamma spoke to me gently. His deep voice rumbled through the air, rich and melodious like the purr of some great cosmic feline. “Come, Tessara. Let me show you to your room.”
My head snapped up at his words, my eyes wide with confusion. My own room? The concept seemed so foreign after my time as a Vionian concubine, where privacy had been an unimaginable luxury. My heart beating fast with conflicting emotions, I followed Gamma through the suite.
A door slid open silently, revealing a space that took my breath away. Bathed in the soft, ethereal light I had begun to become used to, I saw a large, circular bed dominating the center of the room, its cream-colored sheets beckoning me.
Through the transparent wall on the other side of the bed I had the same panoramic view of Prosperia City I had seen in the living room.
I told myself I should feel relief, and gratitude. A strange disappointment filled my chest nevertheless, and I blurted out, “So… sir, not… not with…”
My voice trailed off, unable to articulate the conflicting emotions throbbing within me. The heat of my blush spread down my neck and across my chest, my pale skin flushing a delicate pink.
Gamma smiled, the expression softening his features. His blue skin seemed to glow slightly from within, pulsing gently with an inner light that captivated my gaze. “Perhaps later,” my master said, his tone gentle but tinged with a hint of promise. “After your medical exam.”
CHAPTER 18
Tessara
A chime sounded, from the direction of the door to the hallway. Gamma looked down at his handheld.
“There’s the doctor,” he said, looking back up at me. “Why don’t you have a seat on the bed, and I’ll bring him in here.”
My heart raced as I perched on the edge of the bed, the sheets soft against my bare skin. I tried to steady my breathing, but anticipation and nerves had my pulse fluttering like a caged bird. The door slid open with a soft hiss, and Gamma entered, followed by an older man in a crisp white coat.
The doctor was tall and slender, with neatly styled silver hair and sharp gray eyes behind wire-rimmed spectacles. He carried a black leather bag that looked so old that I wondered if it had come from old Earth. His gaze swept over me clinically, assessing rather than leering, but I still felt uncomfortable under his scrutiny.
“Hmm,” the doctor tutted, glancing around the room with a slight frown. “This won’t do at all. No proper exam table, no stirrups. How am I expected to conduct a thorough examination under these conditions?”
Gamma’s deep voice rumbled through the room. “My apologies, Doctor Ashcroft. We’ll have to make do with what we have. Perhaps I can assist?”
Dr. Ashcroft nodded curtly. “Yes, that will have to suffice. Please hold the patient’s knees open and back. I need full access.”
My cheeks burned as Gamma approached, his massive blue hands gentle but firm as he grasped my legs. With careful strength, he pushed my knees apart and back toward my chest, exposing my most intimate areas to the doctor’s clinical gaze. I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the vulnerability of my position.
“Eyes open, please,” Dr. Ashcroft instructed, his tone leaving no room for disagreement. “I need to assess your reactions.”
Reluctantly, I opened my eyes, fixing my gaze on the slightly glowing ceiling above. The doctor’s fingertips probed at my breasts, circling my nipples with practiced precision. Despite my embarrassment, I felt them harden under his touch, a familiar warmth beginning to pool low in my belly.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Dr. Ashcroft glance at a sleek handheld device. Its holographic display flickered with streams of data, including a pulsing graph that seemed to spike with each touch. With a start, I realized it was measuring my arousal, quantifying my body’s shameful response to this clinical examination.
“Responsive,” the doctor murmured, making a note on his device. “Very good. Now, let’s proceed with the internal examination.”
Dr. Ashcroft reached into his leather bag, extracting a gleaming metal instrument that made my breath catch in my throat. The speculum’s polished surface reflected the soft ambient light of the room, its curved shape both elegant and intimidating.
“Now, Tessara,” the doctor said, his tone clinical yet not unkind, “this next part of the examination may be somewhat uncomfortable. Try to relax as much as you can.”
I nodded mutely, my eyes fixed on the ceiling as I felt the chilly metal of the speculum press against my entrance. Despite the doctor’s warning, I was unprepared for the sensation of the instrument sliding inside me. I gasped softly, my body tensing involuntarily at the intrusion.