The Medical Exam in Which She Dominated Him

The fire department letter was blunt: to complete Mateo’s entry, all he still needed was the medical exam, and under the new health regulations he had to take it alone, in a private clinic at the center. They gave him an address, a time, and a single instruction: show up without companions. Mateo was twenty-six, eighty kilos distributed across a body he had spent half his life training, and possessed of the arrogant certainty that no doctor would find a single flaw in him.

He rang the second-floor bell and waited with the folder of test results tucked under his arm. When the door opened, the first thing he thought was that he had the wrong floor.

There was no doctor in a white coat with a bored expression. There was a woman his age, perhaps a little younger, a bit shorter than he was, with her hair pulled into a loose bun and a thin robe that didn’t cover much. She had one of those bodies that force you to look away to disguise it: firm, round breasts, pronounced hips, and a way of leaning against the doorframe that was anything but professional.

—You must be the four o’clock —she said, and her voice was sweet, almost innocent—. Come in, I’ve been waiting for you.

Mateo went in. The apartment smelled warm and the clinic was little more than a living room with an examination table in the back. She locked the door behind him.

—My name is Lucía. I’m the one in charge of giving you the exam —she continued, and then her tone changed. It dropped half a step, grew deeper, slower, deliberately loaded—. And I’ll confess something: I’m very eager to start with you.

This isn’t a normal medical exam, he thought. And yet he didn’t move toward the door.

What Mateo didn’t know yet was that Lucía wasn’t a doctor. Not a nurse either. She didn’t have a single piece of paper to back her up. All she had was a very clear plan: let a big, self-assured guy get comfortable, let him think he was in control, and then show him how wrong he was. And she was going to do it slowly.

***

—Take your clothes off —she said, circling the table—. I need to see what kind of material we’re working with.

Mateo laughed inwardly at his own luck. He took off his shirt, his pants, and stood in his underwear in front of her, letting her look. And look she did. She traced his shoulders, his abdomen, his legs, with a slowness that had nothing clinical about it.

—Your fitness level certainly isn’t lacking —she murmured, coming closer—. You’re very… masculine.

She said it while drawing near enough to press her body against his. Mateo felt the thin fabric of her robe against his chest, her breath on his neck, her hands running over his arms as if she were appraising him. He was already hard and didn’t bother to hide it.

—Delighted to be examined by someone like you —he said, sliding a hand to her waist.

She let him touch her. She brought her palms up over his torso, dug her nails in softly, and he took advantage of that to lean down and bite her neck, slowly, while one of his hands traveled down her hip to the curve of her ass. He squeezed. Lucía let out a sigh that sounded sincere, and for a second Mateo thought he had her hooked.

—To finish the exam —she whispered against his ear— you’re going to have to get completely naked. I need to check you in great detail.

—Seems fair —he replied, taking off the last thing he had left—. But then it’s only fair that you do the same. That thin robe doesn’t cover much.

He laughed, confident, while caressing her shoulders and letting one hand slide lower. She let him do it. Let him believe it. And when his hand was where he wanted it, he suddenly felt hers closing firmly around his testicles.

She didn’t squeeze. She just held them. But the message was crystal clear.

—How dare you, you shameless thing? —she said, and the sweetness from before had turned sharp.

—Hey… —he reacted with a groan more of surprise than pain—. Careful with that.

—Careful? —She smiled—. Look at how it gets hard instead of going down. How interesting.

She was right. Far from getting scared, Mateo’s body responded by getting even harder, and that only turned her on more. She held him with one hand over the most vulnerable part of him, and with the other she began to stroke his chest as if rewarding him for behaving.

***

—I’m going to explain something to you —she said, running her fingers over his abdomen—. A man can be as big and strong as he wants. He can have whatever muscles he wants. But right here —she squeezed just enough to cut off his breath— he’s always going to be at my mercy. The more macho he is, the more delicate he is at this exact point.

—We’ll see about that —he replied, still clinging to a scrap of pride.

It was a mistake to say it. Lucía lifted one knee, without violence, calculating, and pressed it against him just enough to remind him who was in charge. Mateo let out a sharp breath and, without realizing it, bent his knees. He ended up kneeling in front of her, his body at face level and that victorious gaze looking down at him from above.

—Much better like this —she said—. Since you’re down there, show me what that smug mouth is good for.

And the truth was that at that moment he no longer wanted to argue. He wanted to please her. He pulled her robe apart, kissed the insides of her thighs, rose slowly, smelling her, teasing her, until he reached where she wanted him. He started with a flat tongue, slow, from bottom to top, unhurried, while holding her hips with both hands. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pushed.

—Deeper —she ordered—. And don’t stop until I say so.

Mateo obeyed. He drew circles, varied the rhythm, played with everything, and felt her legs trembling and her moans shifting from fake to real. For a moment he thought he was regaining some control: he was the one driving her crazy. But she let him get right to the edge, right to where his voice was breaking, and then she grabbed his hair and pulled his head away.

—No, no, no —she said between gasps, smiling—. You don’t decide when. I do.

***

She made him stand up. She shoved him against the wall and pressed herself to him, rubbing, brushing against him, not letting him move forward another centimeter beyond what she allowed. One of her hands went down again, circled him, and started stroking him with a technique that made him clench his teeth.

—Now get on your knees again —she whispered in his ear— and watch me while I decide what I do with you.

—I was about to ask you for exactly that —he lied, recovering a little of his swagger—. I wanted your mouth, not your orders.

—I know. —She bit her lip—. That’s why I’m going to make you want it even more.

She knelt this time, but not to submit. She went down his chest with her mouth, then his abdomen, kissing every muscle as if thanking him for letting himself be caught. When she got lower, one hand held him carefully and the other began to stroke him while her tongue worked without hurry. He let out a groan he couldn’t control. And just then, in the second when he was most lost, she squeezed.

—Ah… —he protested, doubling over.

—Oops, I’m so clumsy —she said with false innocence, standing up and pulling away—. And they were so eager to unload. What a pity.

She turned around and showed him her ass, swaying it slowly, daring him to do something. She was playing with him, he knew it, and he was completely at her mercy. Worst of all, every provocation got him even more aroused.

***

Something in Mateo rebelled. He grabbed her from behind, pressed his body to hers, slid one hand to her breasts and the other between her legs, determined to take back control.

—You’re going to regret teasing me this much —he whispered against the nape of her neck—. You can’t do this to a man and stay so calm.

—Oh, really? —She laughed, not the least bit frightened—. You’re a fine specimen, I won’t deny that. But I’m not going to make this easy for you.

And while she moved her hips against him, driving him mad, she slid one hand back, slowly, feeling around until she found his weak point again. She squeezed it with that mixture of delicacy and cruelty of hers.

—Did you know —she said, twisting just a little— that the stronger a man is, the easier it is to get him on his knees with two fingers?

—Let go… —he moaned, no longer sure whether it was a complaint or a plea.

—It’s just that I love it —she purred—. I love feeling that the biggest guy in the room depends on whether I feel like being kind. That’s how a woman reminds a man where his place is.

He was still pressed against her, still hard, still wanting her with a force he had never felt before. She had him in every possible sense, literal and figurative, and all he wanted was more.

***

She took him to the table, almost with a shove, and made him lie back. She climbed on top of him, held his wrists above his head with a surprisingly firm hand, and with the other guided herself toward him.

—Now —she said, sinking down slowly—. But remember: you don’t come until I allow it. And if you behave badly…

She lowered her free hand and wrapped him again, not squeezing, just as a reminder. The threat hanging there.

She started moving on top of him, setting the pace herself, faster and faster, her breasts swaying, her head thrown back. Mateo clenched his teeth, trying to hold out, because he knew that the moment he let go, her hand would close the deal. It was perfect torture: pleasure and danger in the exact same place.

—Look at me —she ordered—. I want to see your face while you decide between what you want and what suits you.

He looked at her. She was at the edge, he could tell by the way her whole body tensed, by how her moans no longer had any trace of performance. She came first, with a long cry, her nails digging into his wrist, trembling all over. And only when she was done, when she was completely satisfied, did she loosen the hand that was holding him and let him reach her.

—Now —she gasped—. Now you can.

Mateo let himself go a few seconds later, emptying himself with an intensity that left him weak, still held, still at her mercy. She stayed on top of him, catching her breath, looking at him with that smile of someone who has won a game the other player didn’t even know they were playing.

—You didn’t pass the exam —she said at last, stroking his cheek—. But maybe I’ll let you try again. If you behave.

She released his wrists. Mateo was still lying there, exhausted, defeated, and more aroused than he had ever been in his life, already thinking about when he might be able to ring that doorbell again.

Who cares about the fire department, he thought.