But since I'mstillTemptation right now...
"I do, Doctor. Always."
"Then if I say I'll have to punish you for your own good..."
Fear skitters down my spine at his words...even as they also make my toes curl.
How is Dr. Somebody so good at making me feel so many things all at once?
"Will you let me?"
Real-life Leah would've retorted 'you wish' without hesitation, but since I'mnotmyself at the moment—-
"Yes, Doctor."
I can only continue to take his word as the bible's truth, and can I just say how exquisitely liberating it is to not have to worry about anything like this?
"Good girl."
My heart skips another beat, which is something itneverused to do...until now.
"In the meantime—-"
There's another pause, and my instincts warn me to brace myself.
"You have yet to tell me your reason for asking about the size of my hands."
Eek!
The question still catches me off guard, and butterflies start fluttering all around my tummy again.
"Um..."
"The truth, Temptation."
My teeth sink back into my lower lip. "I really was just curious, Doctor."
"But why?" he persists in asking, albeit in the same gentle voice. "There must be a subconscious reason behind it."
"I...suppose?"
"If you close your eyes now..."
And my eyes do close, as soon as I hear him say the words.
"How do you imagine my hands would be?"
The answer is instantly clear.
"Big," I choke out. "Your hands are big."
"Big enough for what?"
My heart gallops away as I imagine my faceless Dr. Somebody reaching towards me, and his hands...
"They're big enough," I hear myself choke out, "to swallow my tits."
Oh God.