Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
"It's true, Temptation. I hope you don't mind me admitting this?"
"Why should I?"
"Because I'm your doctor, and you're my patient. Some would say that saying such a thing isn't right."
"But you're different, Doctor."
I can't help staring at my reflection as I utter the words with fake wide-eyed innocence...even as more wetness streaks down the inner side of my legs.
"Didn't you tell me that all you want is to make me feel better?"
"I did, yes," Doctor Somebody acknowledges.
"Then why should I doubt you?"
"Why indeed..."
The way he drawls the words out makes me blush, and my embarrassment only grows as I watch my cheeks turn pink through my reflection on the mirror.
"Well, Temptation...I do hope you mean that, since I'm about to ask you something that will likely make you feel shy again."
Liquid heat begins to pool between my thighs.
"I know of a certain treatment that I'd like you to try," he murmurs, "just to see if it's enough to alleviate your discomfort."
"O-Oh..."
"But once again..."
His voice lowers a notch, and even though it's the most subtle of changes, it's still more than enough to make me feel like he's this invisible presence all around me as he asks, "May I remind you about the need to follow my instructions to the letter? It's imperative that you do exactly as I say."
"I understand, Doctor." My tone comes out so perfectly meek, it almost has me believing I don't have a single rebellious bone in my body.
"Then let's start with your clit."
Oh God.
"I want you to slowly reach for it. Familiarize yourself with its shape. Its feel."
My hand starts to move, and my breath catches as I find that tiny, sensitive nub of flesh.
"Are you doing as I say?"
"Y-Yes, Doctor."
"And how does it feel, now that you're touching directly touching your clit?"
"It...feels small. And sensitive," I say almost inaudibly. "And soft."
"Just soft?"
"And hard," I choke out. "It's soft and hard at the same time."
"Are you feeling shy again?"
My sexy, mysterious doctor is purring, and I can't get enough of it.
"Yes, Doctor." I nearly moan the words out.
"Ah."
He makes me want him more and more every time he says that, and I'm starting to think he knows this.
"That means you're ready for your...treatment."
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 that I'm the 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's his fingers 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 something is wrong 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.
Me: Good morning, Doctor.
Him: How are you feeling right now? Any discomfort or swelling?
Me: I was fine a while ago, but now that I've started talking to you, Doctor...
A goofy grin forms over my lips, and I'm unable to fight it off as I type the rest of my reply.
Me: The symptoms are back. *shocked face*
Me: What do I do, Doctor?
These words are so not me, and I think that's why I'm having so much fun texting them. Pretending to be someone like Temptation is just so strangely liberating that headaches have firmly become a thing of the past, and I've also been sleeping better the past few days.
I think this shows, too, since Nik's expression turns approving when I bump into him on his way out.
"You're looking a lot better these days," he comments.
"Um...yeah." I muster a smile without meeting the billionaire's gaze. I really don't like lying to him, but I also know telling him the truth will only make things worse.