I'm dying to say 'yeah right' again, but since I'm still playing the role of sweet, simple Temptation—-
"I'm so happy to hear that, Doctor."
"I'm sure you are."
The words have me torn between snarling and squirming, but everything ceases to matter once I hear him say—-
"Start rubbing your clitoris."
Oh God.
"And in order to keep you from being shy, I'd like you to imagine thatI'mthe one rubbing it as you do."
Just thinking about what he's asking me to do makes me moan with excitement, but when I finally do as he says, and I let myself imagine that it'shisfingers which are rubbing my clit—-
The pleasure is beyond anything I've ever imagined, and so I only last a couple of strokes before orgasm tears me apart.
"Oh God, Doctor."
I'm not sure how much time has passed before my orgasm finally releases me from its all-consuming hold, and I feel like I'm emerging from some kind of hypnotic daze as I sway slightly on my feet.
"Since the treatment appears effective, I'll be sending you a prescription for it..."
How is he so good at saying such things with a straight face? Does that mean this isn't his first time to do some role-playing before having sex?
The thought makes my chest tighten for some reason, and I wonder if maybe Nik's right, and somethingiswrong with me.
"You can use this treatment as often as needed," Dr. Somebody goes on to say, "but it won't be enough to cure your condition."
I know what he's suggesting, but...
"If you'd like to be cured, we'll need to schedule a face-to-face consultation, and the sooner, the better, too."
Nine
Him:Good morning, Temptation.