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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      A_Cure_For_Wellness_(2016)
  Relationship:
      Hannah/Dr._Volmer
  Additional Tags:
      Belly_Kink, Belly_Rubs, belly_examination, dentist's_chair, Playing
      Doctor, Sexual_Tension, Sexual_Experimentation, faked_belly_pain, Volmer
      as_patient
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-17 Words: 1346
****** Playing doctor ******
by Roselyn
Summary
     Hannah wants to play doctor.
     Volmer is happy to oblige.
     The dentist's chair is involved.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Dr. Heinreich Volmer was flipping through the dental reports, when the door
behind him opened.
“Hannah, what brings you here on this lovely day?” he asked, delighted.
The girl closed the door silently, leaning her back against the wooden surface.
“You’re a doctor, right. . .” It wasn’t a question, merely an observation.
Dr. Volmer gave her a faint smile. “I am.”
“Could . . . could I be a doctor?” the girl asked silently, shuffling her feet.
She was barefoot, as always. A lovely sight in the afternoon light of the
sanitarium’s dental quarters.
“Perhaps, one day,” Dr. Volmer replied, considering. “What is this about,
Hannah?”
“Could I. . . be a doctor now? Your cramps. . . I thought. . . I could check if
everything was all right. . .”
Dr. Volmer placed the file down, turning to look at the girl. He could not deny
he was tempted by the unexpected offer.
“You wish to play doctor?” he asked, already feeling the heat of anticipation
in his lower stomach. Gods, the girl was going to be the end of him. . .
Hannah nodded, her cheeks slightly flushed, her eyes a shade darker.
Dr. Volmer was delighted, beyond measure. “We can play later tonight, after
supper.”
“I want to play now,” the girl stated, determined. “You could . . . sit on the
chair,” she offered, nodding towards the dentist’s chair.
It was difficult for the good doctor to hide his pleased grin. He took a seat,
allowing the girl to bend the chair back, before cuffing his wrists to the
armrests. It felt strange; slightly threatening —he had gotten used to have his
hands bound above his head.
“Doctors do not cuff their patients, Hannah. . .”
“You said your hands should always be bound,” the girl whispered, avoiding his
gaze. Her fingers trailed down his chest, over his flat stomach. “I wish to . .
. help. . .”
“You wish to perform a belly examination?” Dr. Volmer asked, trying not to
squirm in his slowly building pleasure. “I’ll guide you through it. . . I
promise, you shall do very well.” His breath was already swift and shallow. His
belly moved softly up and down with the rhythm of his breathing.
Hannah turned, reaching for the blue rubber gloves.
“Your bare hands, Hannah. I want you to do this with your bare hands, or not at
all.”
“I am the doctor, you have to trust me,” the girl whispered and there was
little Dr. Volmer could do with his hands cuffed to the chair.
Hannah moved slowly by his side, shy, yet determined. She parted the white
coat, starting to unbutton his shirt. Her fingers were more skilled than on the
previous times; exposing his middle, button after button. Her hand hesitated at
his belt for a moment, before she unbuckled it, again pulling it unnecessarily
tight before loosening. The sharp feel of the edge of the leather digging into
his tender skin was enough to force a gasp out of Dr. Volmer —Along with series
of fitful ragged breaths.
“Good girl. . . good girl. . .”
She began gently, just with two fingers pressing against his skin. The soft
flesh of his stomach gave slightly in under her touch.
“Both hands Hannah, use your both hands. Star from the upper belly, just below
the ribcage. . .”
“I know what I’m doing,” she stated, but obeyed, the touch of her gloved hands
foreign and agonizing.
“Does it hurt anywhere?” her mouse-like voice asked as her finger trailed down
towards his navel, teasing, experimenting, drawing soft circles at the center
of his belly. The gesture was enough to make Volmer’s abs tense.
He leaned his head back, closing his eyes. He was already painfully hard.
Hannah’s touch: so new, so exiting; giving him both; pleasure and anxiety at
the same time.
It took a lot of effort, but he shook his head, doing his best not to pant so
openly. “No. No. Try lower. Both hands —good girl. A little more pressure.”
He gasped softly with the feel of the girls hands, sliding down his stomach on
both sides of the navel, her thumbs massaging gentle circles.
“Lower Hannah, lower. To the soft part, below the navel, between the hip bones.
. .”
A little moan escaped from his lips as the girl found the spot, adding
pressure, spreading her fingers wide.
“Just a little lower Hannah, little lower . . .” Dr. Volmer was lost in his
pleasure, his hips rocking against her hand, desperately seeking for better
contact. His breath was ragged, his temples and upper lip dampened by sweat.
“Does it hurt . . . like with the cure inside you?”
It would have been easy to say no. The memory of the slimy tentacle like
creatures wiggling inside his tender stomach was enough to make Dr. Volmer
nauseous. But he lied, like so many times before, if there had been promises of
grater pleasure.
“Yes. Oh God, Hannah!”
The girl jumped slightly, looking alarmed, but only for a moment. Her hand
stopped to rest on his lower stomach, her fingers spreading wide. “Where does
it hurt?”
What lie could he offer her now? “I- I am starting to cramp. . . please. . .
please Hannah. . .”
She placed both glowed hands on his belly, beginning to press and massage. She
was very through with her examination, as useless as it was.
“Would you. . . try the cure again —just once?” she then asked, her finger
trailing the line between his navel and waistline. As a doctor, she would have
been a pure sadist; a very sweet one.
“No Hannah,” Dr. Volmer groaned, squirming under her touch. “You know it can
—kill me. It’s dangerous. . . I was lucky to get the last eel out of me; I will
not risk it again.” His breathing was swift and shallow, his pleasure cruelly
delayed.
“If it wouldn’t have. Would. . . would you have had to. . .?” Hannah ran her
nail horizontally over his lower abdomen.
Dr. Volmer gasped at the sudden sensation, his back arching. He could barely
think anymore. “T-to have it surgically removed. Yes. Maybe? Is that —is that
what you would have wanted; to have the cure cut out of me?”
The girl pulled away, her gaze down. She removed her gloves. “No. You do not
believe in anesthesia and such . . . you would have been hurt. You’re my
doctor, I don’t want you to hurt. . .”
She dropped the gloves, climbing on top of her squirming patient. Dr. Volmer
could feel the heat of her sex against his throbbing erection, already slick
with pre cum. Never before had any clothes caused him so much physical agony.
“H-Hannah. . . sweet girl. . .”
Her hands were back on his belly again, bare, gentle, comforting, skin against
skin. Sliding up and down his exposed abdomen, driving him insane.
Dr. Volmer swallowed, his mouth dry. His gaze blurred by ecstasy. In his
closing passion, lies oft left his lips easily.
“The cramp, Hannah. Help me . . . just help me past the cramp. . .”
Instead of the lips on his belly, the girl rolled her hips, making Dr. Volmer
groan out loudly. Never before had the girl done anything like this. . . Never
before had she offered him so. . . mature pleasures.
He did not dare speak a word. Not move an inch in fear she would stop. He could
only stare at her through half closed lids, panting, begging in his mind she
would continued her sweet torture.
Hannah corrected her position, rolling her hips again against the bulge in his
trousers. The feeling was delicious, painful. The cuffs tightened around the
doctor’s wrists as his hands tried to find their way on the hips of his beloved
tormentor. He was close, so very close, on the edge of his release —and Hannah
moaned, with a small, silent surprised gasp. She shivered; her whole slender
body trembling, sending Dr. Volmer over the edge with a violent jerk of his
hips.
His breath was still ragged and his gaze blurry as Hannah leaned in, pressing a
gentle kiss on his parted lips. Soft . . . caring. . . even loving, he dared to
hope. . .
“Please, Heinreich, try the cure again,” the girl whispered, caressing his
cheek. “Just once more; I will let you lay on top of me. . .”
End Notes
     I am quite excited to see how this evolves. =)
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