Alice In Wonderland Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted Fantasy ❯ Chapter Nineteen ( Chapter 19 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

His competition was an imaginary figure? "If we could get you out of here, you wouldn't be my patient anymore," he said slowly. "Then I would like to be with you."

"That's not good enough," she said with a sigh and took her hand back. "I have the Mad Hatter now. I don't want to have to wait for you."

"You mean you want me right now?" He looked at her curiously.

"Yes, of course I do. I wouldn't have kissed you if I didn't," she said in an odd tone. "How did you not know?"

"Well, it's hard to tell with you sometimes," he said slowly. "One minute you're one way, the next you're another."

"I never said I was predictable. But I thought my feelings for you were obvious."

"No...not entirely," he admitted. "You were always happy to see me, but you were so childlike that it was hard to imagine it being anything other than innocent liking."

"In my defense, I was on some powerful drugs," she smiled.

"Yes, well, now that your mind has cleared some what do you feel?"

"The same as I did before. My feelings never changed."

He nodded. "And why is it that you feel this way?"

"You're analyzing me. Stop it," she said sternly.

He smirked. "Old habits," he whispered. "But I do want to know why you like me?"
"I've told you that answer before. It's the same answer for why I kissed you."

Looking at her through his cracked lens, he leaned forward. "Speaking of kiss...happy un-birthday," he whispered as his lips washed over hers.

Alice was taken back. She didn't think he would ever willingly kiss her. She smiled into the kiss and deepened it, moving closer to him. Why was he doing this? Why was he letting this go forward? Why had he instigated this? He should have just kept his mouth shut. He should have just let it go, but he didn't and now he was...well, he was enjoying himself. He felt her tongue ask for entrance, and despite his hesitation he let her slip it into his throat. She was moving closer. He should stop this, but he didn't want to. Alice's heart was pounding hard against her chest. She moved her hand to his chest to see if his heart was doing the same. Slowly, she pushed his doctor coat off him and moved closer, her body moving into his lap. It always felt so different kissing Matthew. Each time always sent fireworks over her body. It was taking all over her not to moan.

He whimpered in her mouth as she moved into his lap. Already he was starting to get hard, and her butt rubbed against it as she got comfortable. His hands wrapped around her back, slowly pulling her closer.

Alice broke the kiss. "Mr. Hatter...should we stop?"

He swallowed hard. "I...enjoy your kisses," he said slowly.

"You really don't like answering questions do you?"

"Not really," he admitted. "I like asking them. That's why I'm a doctor."

"But you still haven't answered the first question..." She started to move off him.

He held her still. "I would like to continue kissing."

"If we continued...we might do more than kiss."

He shook his head slowly. "I...won't let that happen."

She pushed some hair from her face. "I don't want to risk it...when I'm not sure if I'm healed all the way."

He nodded slowly. "Okay. We don't have to do anything."

She nodded. Slowly, once more she began moving off him.

His hands slid over her back. "Stay...I mean, you didn't sleep last night did you? I have to be more comfortable than the floor."

Her eyes met his. His intensions were obvious, but Alice liked games so she would play along. Her body leaned against his chest and her head laid on his shoulder. She took in his scent and closed her eyes.

He was tense as she laid against him, but soon he began to relax. His hands ran up and down her back, slowly stroking her body.

Alice moved her hand up his chest then around his neck. "I suppose...I will let you check me out. That is...if you think it's for the best."

He swallowed hard at this. "It will make certain that you are healing properly."

"Yes, alright," she whispered.

"Do you want to do it now?"

Alice tensed and fisted his shirt. "You are the doctor."

"I'll need you to lie down."

Slowly, Alice moved off him and laid back. She was nervous now.

He slowly moved his hands up her legs to her panties. His eyes stayed on hers as he started to slowly pull them down off of her. Again, she tensed. Her hands went over his to stop him a moment. After taking a few deep breaths, she removed her hands and stared at the ceiling, her heart racing. Finally he worked her panties off of her. From there he pushed her legs up and spread them, giving him a perfect view of her. Taking a deep breath, his fingers moved toward her.

"Tell me if this hurts," he said, his fingers slowly tracing her lips.

No, it didn't hurt. In fact, if felt good, really good. She turned her head to the side and closed her eyes, trying to focus on something else so she wouldn't get wet. He had to get on his knees and move closer that he could see her properly. He spread her lips with his fingers; using his other hand he slipped a finger into her so that he could feel for any lacerations.

"Still no pain?"

"No," she said in a deep breath.

"That's a good sign that you're healing," he said with a smile, his finger slowly curling inside of her as he started to pull it out.

"Ah..." she said and blushed.

He looked down at her, his finger still inside her. Licking his lips, his finger slowly moved back and forth inside her.

Her back arched. Was this part of the examination?

He watched as she started to get wet, his finger sliding easier inside her. Slowly he started to curl his finger while he pumped her with it. His eyes kept trained on her quivering lips while his finger dipped back and forth inside her.

"Mr. Hatter..." she moaned. "Is this part of your examination..." She bit her lip and gripped his shirt on her.

"N-no," he said, licking his lips again.

"Then what are you doing?" she whimpered.

"I'm..." What was he doing? Shaking his head, his finger stopped inside of her. "I was...fingering you," he said slowly. "Did it hurt?"

Her eyes shot open. Why did he stop!?! "No..."

He nodded, his breathing heavy, but gradually slowing. "That means that you're just about healed." Looking down ather, he shuddered, his finger curling again. "But...I should make certain...."

Her back arched again. "Oh!" she cried. It was the perfect spot. His eyes widened at her reaction. His finger moved over the same spot, slowly rubbing it back and forth while curling his finger. "Don't..." she whispered. "Something...something's going to..." She arched her back further and her toes curled. She cried out and her body began to shake as she had an orgasm.

He moved back as her juices covered his hand. Looking down, he stared at her face. There was confusion, but it was fading. He had just fingered her. He'd fingered a patient. His patient...

Her breathing slowed and she sat up. She pulled her legs to herself. "I didn't mean to."

"I-it's not your fault," he said, looking at his hand. "I shouldn't have taken advantage of the situation."

She blushed. "It's alright...I enjoyed it..."

His eyes traveled over her curiously. Holding his hand up, he licked his fingers tentivily, surprised that he found the flavor to be something different than what he was expecting. "I...enjoyed it to."

She looked away from him, blushing brighter. She knew what he was licking. Looking to the ground, she reached for her panties.

"I still haven't checked the other area," he said slowly. "But if you don't feel any pain there you should be okay."

"You have to check that too?"

"Well, it could get infected if there are tears along the wall," he said, noticing the look on her face.

She sighed. "Ok...what do you want me to do?"

"The easiest way to examine you would be on a table, but since we're here if you get on all fours I should be able to examine it."

This was getting embarrassing very fast. She hesitated, but got on all fours. Once again, her eyes closed.

He pushed her head down and raised her ass up. He wished that he had a glove for this. Spreading her cheeks, his finger slowly rubbed her hole. "Does that hurt?"

She shook her head. Talking was out of the question. He looked down at her, nodding slowly. His finger gently worked itself into her to feel for anything amiss. Her head moved up. It hurt slightly.

"How bad is it?" he asked, his finger slowly moving around inside of her.

"It hurts...but only when you move around..."

"Okay then. It doesn't seem that bad. You're probably simply sore from what they did. That and you're not exactly stretched out there," he said as he pulled his finger out.

Alice quickly sat back down. "I suppose that's good to know."

He wiped his finger off on his pants and nodded. "As long as you don't put anything inside there it should heal just fine."

"I got along just fine not doing it before," she said and started to put her panties back on.

He smirked at that. "That's good to know. I assume you also avoid from putting anything in the front."

"Yes! Of course!" she blushed. "Well...except for the Mad Hatter..."

He tried not to smile. "And my fingers."

She blushed again and turned her back to him. It really was embarrassing.

Laying back down, he relaxed slightly and patted his lap. "You can rest on me if you want."

"No...it's ok...I'm not very tired," she said as she stared at the wall. How long had they been in here?

"You look tired," he said innocently.

"You can't see my face. How would you know?" she said rolling her eyes. "You just want me to lay on you."

"I'm a doctor. I read body language."

"I'll sleep when I go back to my room...if that jerk doesn't sneak in and drug me..."

"I already told you that I'll take care of it."

She turned to him. "What will you do?"

"I'll talk to him and tell him to stay away or risk putting him away for malpractice."

"You don't have any proof," she said as she crawled over to him.

He opened up his eyes and looked at her. "Doesn't matter. Hearsay goes far enough nowadays."

She curled up next to him, her arm wrapping around him and her head on his chest while she pulled her rabbit to them. "Thank you, Mr. Hatter..." she whispered.

"Think nothing of it."

She closed her eyes against him. "I am not sure what answer I should give the Mad Hatter," she stated honestly. He was right, she was tired. It was hard to stay awake.

"Tell him whatever you feel. I'm certain he will understand." Looking down at her, he grabbed his coat and used it as a pillow to get comfortable.

"No...he won't...he loves me..." she whispered as she drifted off.

"Love is such a fickle thing," he replied.