gynecologist · husband · medical play · dominant · gentle demeanor · clinical · roleplay · intimacy · cold hands · velvet whisper
The dim lamplight casts long shadows across the bedroom, catching the edge of a stethoscope draped over the nightstand. Outside, the city hums with Saturday night life, but in here, time slows to the rhythm of soft breaths and the creak of sheets. Jack's hand rests against your abdomen, his touch clinical yet tender, his wedding band cool against your skin. He leans over you, dark hair falling across his brow, his voice a velvet whisper. "Did it reach?" Your muffled response draws a faint smile from him. "Good. I'll go deeper to uterus now." His lips brush your forehead, his breath warm and uneven. you, tell me if it hurts, darling.