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She made an indistinct sound.
“Enjoy your day,” he said, turning and walking out.
She stood,completely immobile, simply by his command.What was this power he had over her?Why did he have the ability to make her pussy weep with a mere look, her nipples harden at the timber of his voice?
She shivered, the pulsing vibration driving her to distraction.She wanted nothing more than to slip her fingers between her legs and twiddle her clit until she came, but she couldn’t make herself disobey the good doctor Drake.
Anyone could walk in right now and see her.She imagined the picture she made.At least her pants were up.She decided if she heard anyone coming, she would simply crouch down like she had dropped something.Or should she just erect herself quickly?She nibbled her lip, trying not to pay attention to the insistent little device inside her core.
It stopped buzzing.
The change came as both relief and disappointment.She slowly stood, her hand reaching between her legs then freezing mid-air.
You may not touch your pussy.
Damn him.And how well could she keep the thing seated inside her?The sound of the door handle turning made her whirl and rush toward the door.
“Good morning,” she called out as she breezed past Jane, the nurse practitioner.
Despite the awkwardness of carrying a small sexual toy within her cavity, her mood soared.She’d been a first class idiot the night before at dinner, searching for something clever to say, and coming up with zilch.She’d lost all her nerve contemplating the date.She wondered what one discussed on a date with a doctor at least ten years her senior.She wanted to meet him at his level, and then realized she couldn’t possibly.
Her life consisted of work—which they had no need to discuss—and partying with her friends.She didn’t golf, attend investment meetings or dine at steak houses or whatever else middle-aged doctors did.She didn’t even like doctors!
Well, clearly that was a lie, because this particular doctor could take her by the nose and lead her anywhere he wanted her to go.A fact which she still didn’t understand.
She led a patient into the exam room and took her blood pressure, noting it on the chart.“Dr.Reinhart will be right with you,” she promised as she stepped out.She swung the door closed, nearly slamming it, because at that moment, the little bullet began to vibrate.She whipped her head around, looking for her torturer, but he was nowhere in sight.
Already aroused from his previous use of the bullet, her body flamed into hot desire.She walked toward the reception area, each step making her swollen pussy ache more.She placed a hand over her low belly, as if it might somehow alleviated her need.
“Cramps?”Jane asked as she passed her in the hall.
“Huh?Oh, yeah.”
Where the hell was Dr.Drake?Did the toy have a certain range?If she left the building would it stop?But even as she contemplated it, she knew she wouldn’t.She had to see where this would lead, craved the delicious torture.
She opened the door to reception and called the next patient.A woman pregnant with twins waddled forward, her huge belly making the rest of her look tiny in comparison.
The vibration intensified.She crossed one leg in front of the other, trying to brush the lips of her sex, dying for some kind of contact or pressure there.
“Did you—” she stopped, gasping as the bullet moved at a new speed.“Did you leave a urine sample?”she managed, trying to keep her face blank.
“Yes, of course,” the woman said.
Finally.A patient who paid attention to instructions.“Thank you.If you’ll just step on the scale here,” she said, stifling the whimper rising in her throat.
The patient stood on the scale and she slid the bars across.“One eighty-three,” she read, jotting it in the chart with a shaking hand.She’d be lucky if the doctor could read it.She glanced at the chart to see which doctor she belonged to.Dr.Drake.Well, it served him right if he couldn’t read her numbers.
“Exam room five,” she said, motioning toward the appropriate door.“You’ll find a gown on the table.”She looked around again.Where the hell was Dr.Drake?
The vibrating stopped.
She exhaled, walking forward on shaky legs to pick up another file.She called another patient, then returned to Exam room five to take the patient’s blood pressure, although it took her two tries—she lost track of counting the first time.
A knock sounded on the door and Dr.Drake walked in, his debonaire smile lighting the room.She longed to launch herself into his arms, or tear out his hair.Or just swoon at the wink he gave her.She needed him with her whole being.
She forced herself to walk out of the room, though she wanted to shove the patient and her twin belly to the floor, throwing off her own clothes and spreading her legs for him.But oh yeah, she’d already done that, at least the throwing off her clothes and spreading her legs part.
She couldn’t help but turn and glance at him one last time as she shut the door.Her heart stuttered to find him looking back, a little smirk twisting his lips.
