My doctor fingered me during my examination

Holy shit. I’m literally sitting in my car right now trying to catch my breath because I think my brain just short circuited. I’ve been seeing this specialist for a few months, let's call him Dr. K, to deal with some thyroid stuff that’s been making me feel like garbage. The meds have been helping, but I had to go in today for a routine follow up.

I’m going down my list of symptoms, ticking off the brain fog and the sleep issues, and then I mention some weird skin irritation/sensitivity I’ve been having down there. Totally clinical. He doesn't even blink. Just says we should do a quick visual to make sure it's not a reaction to the new dosage.

Next thing I know, I’m on the table with my feet in the stirrups, just staring at a poster of a human heart on the wall. He’s being super professional, which I appreciate. He moves my skirt up and he’s checking things out, saying how everything looks fine.

Then it happened.

His fingers are moving and he accidentally brushes right over my clit. It wasn’t even a second, just a flick, but my whole body just... jumped. I gasped, loud, and he stopped instantly. He didn’t pull away though. He just stayed there, his hand hovering like an inch from my entrance. I looked down and then caught his eyes and for a second it was just dead silence. He looked like he was about to apologize and pull back, but my hand moved before I could even think. I grabbed his wrist. Hard.

The air in the room changed. Like, the professional mask didn’t just slip, it fucking shattered.

His eyes went dark. Primal. He didn't say a word, just slowly lowered his hand back down and put two fingers right on my sweet spot. I let out this shaky breath and arched my back and suddenly he wasn't Dr. K anymore. He was just a man. I reached up and grabbed the collar of his white coat, pulling him closer until I could smell his cologne and the starch on his shirt.

I was fucking dripping. Like, soaking through the paper on the table. He noticed too. He saw how wet I was and this little smirk hit his face, not a nice one, just a hungry, animal look. He slid a finger inside me and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. He started working me, his thumb grinding on my clit while he dug his fingers in deep, pulling down on me like he wanted to see how much I could take.

I was a mess. I was moaning into his neck, biting his shoulder through the fabric. At one point I was getting way too loud and he just stared me down and shoved his thumb into my mouth to gag me. I just sucked on it while he went harder. He was focused, moving like he was starving for it, just absolute animal energy. I ended up grabbing his shirt again and shaking as I came all over his hand, muffled moans and everything.

As soon as I stopped twitching, he pulled back. He grabbed some gauze, wiped himself off, and walked over to the sink to wash his hands. He didn't say a word. Just turned back to his computer and started typing.

"Everything looks normal, no signs of irritation," he says, totally flat. Like he didn't just have his hand up my skirt two minutes ago.

I had to pull my panties back on with shaking hands, walk out past the receptionist, and book my three month follow up like a normal person. I’m still fucking buzzing from this.