“Gonna check sensitivity,” he said, like it was clinical. Like he wasn’t staring at my pussy like he wanted to devour it.

He dragged one gloved finger along my slit—slow, collecting the slick that had gathered there. Then circled my clit—barely touching at first. Teasing. My hips jerked. A fresh gush of wetness coated his finger.

“Fuck,” he breathed. Almost to himself.

He pushed one finger inside—slow, deep. My walls clenched immediately. Hot. Greedy. He added a second. Twisted. Curled them until the pads dragged over that spot that made my toes curl. His thumb found my clit again—slow circles, then faster flicks. The machine buzzed back to life in...