shudder anew in a mixture of need and fear.
My fingers tremble as I reach for the hem of my hospital gown, and just as I've pulled it over my head and toss it away, his hands cup my bare tits all of a sudden, and all I can do is gasp as he squeezes them hard.
"Just checking if you're done," he says oh-so-politely I'm almost tempted to laugh.
Yeah right.
He pinches my nipples before letting go, and I bite down hard on my lower lip so I don't accidentally beg him to do it again.
"Are you ready for your treatment, Temptation?"
I know what he's asking for, obviously, and a part of me feels I should tell him to put a stop to this, just because it's the "decent" and "normal" thing to do.
But then I think about how this is also the man I love, the man who doesn't even know how much he's helped me chase away my demons—-
I don't care whether this is right or wrong.
Ilovethis fantasy of ours, and so I hear myself whisper throatily, "Yes, Doctor."
The words work like a charm, and the way he sucks his breath makes me feel lightheaded when a feminine thrill of power rushes through my body.
We may have never spoken of love, but there are moments when a woman simply knows with absolute certainty that her man wants him, and it's this knowledge that gives me all the confidence in the world to bend close andbegstraight into his ear—-
"Please treat me, Doctor."
"Fuck."He groans the word out, and the sound makes me bite back a smile.
"You must be very sure of this," he warns hoarsely.
"I am, Doctor."
"Then..."
God, oh God, here it comes.
"Lift your hips up."
My breasts swell and ache at the command, and I have a hard time breathing again as I lift my hips up like he's asked.
"Now lower yourself slowly on my...instrument."
I would've laughed if I wasn't so nervous of what he's asking of me.
"I'm scared," I choke out, and it's the truth.
"I know you are, but this is all part of the treatment." He purrs the words out, and just like that, the dynamics between us have shifted again, and I'm the one under his power. "The only way we can continue is if youimpaleyourself on my instrument."
And he just had to use the word, didn't he?
I'm now a thousand times more terrified because of it, but I'm also a thousand times hornier, and so when I hear him say in a voice of quiet command—-
"Do it now, Temptation."
All I can do is whimper as I obey him.
My whole body shakes as I slowly impale myself on hisinstrument,and oh God, oh God, I can feel the folds of my pussy stretching open as the head of his cock kisses my entrance.
God, he feels too, too big, and I love it!