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“Yes, doctor,” she said, shifting from foot to foot.
He grinned.“You may leave, Chloe.I’ll give you the results of your lab tests as soon as I get them.”
She spun around from where she had started to walk to the door.“You’re really going to send them in?”
“Of course I am,” he said, fixing her with a stern look.“I took a Hippocratic Oath and you placed yourself in my care.It’s my duty to follow through as your healthcare provider.”
She looked uncomfortable, her hands cupping her ass.She opened her mouth, then seemed to think better of it and fled from the room.
Chapter 3
Chloe drove home with her bottom burning.Dr.Drake had told her if the heat became too much to handle, she should call the clinic and be transferred to him because he was on call but there was no way she was doing that.She assumed that was the equivalent of safe-wording, and she would never humiliate herself that way.Besides...it was a good burn, a heady reminder of the kinky exploit she’d just had.And she enjoyed the flutter of naughtiness it incited.
She jumped in the shower, but the water only caused the burning to increase.The worst part was that he’d sent her home without actually fucking her.Because now, with her ass on fire, her pussy dripped with wanton need, and no amount of masturbation or vibrators were going to give her relief.
Why hadn’t he sought any kind of release for himself?She’d seen the giant bulge in his pants.Was it part of his control thing?
Because clearly the game fit his personality.No one played so well without being into it.He obviously loved being in charge of her and her body, being the voice of authority she could not resist.He could not have improved the scene—having her completely naked, her legs spread, her most intimate parts vulnerable to his plunder, all while he stood around fully clothed, in his white doctor’s coat, calling all the shots.
She picked up the phone to call Leigh Ann.Then hung up again.She was too horny for chit chat.She flopped on her bed and slid her hand into her panties, not surprised to find her lady parts still swollen and ready for action.It only took a few strokes of her fingers to come to climax, but it did little to relieve her need.Getting up, she pulled on a pair of running shorts and a tank top and put on her sneakers.She needed to get rid of some energy.
She took off down her street too fast, fully knowing that without pacing herself, she’d be falling down dead in less than a mile.She didn’t care.She replayed the entire examination three times in her mind before she returned to the question that really drove all her thoughts: would it happen again?
Had this been a one-time fling?Or would they make it a regular thing?And if it became a regular thing, would it just remain purely sexual?Or would the dashing Dr.Drake pursue a real relationship with her?How would he treat her on Monday?Like it had never happened?Or like they shared a special secret?Would she ever be able to look at him again?
She would like to pretend she didn’t care either way, that she could roll with it, and take the one-off kinky sex and enjoy it for the fabulous story it made (and she had every intention of sharing almost all the details with Leigh Ann and her other friends).But deep down she knew, if she showed up at work on Monday and Dr.Dreamy acted like nothing happened, she would be crushed.
By the time she made it back home, with a stitch in her side and a cramped calf muscle, she had steeled her resolve.She needed to get back on matchme.com and find a date.Pronto.Pining and daydreaming about some fantasy relationship with her boss wasn’t healthy or realistic.
So what if she had a few bad dates?That was how you weeded out the losers.Eventually, she’d find someone…
Or not.
She took a second shower, rubbing her calf muscle down under the warm water, her thumbs digging into the origin of the muscle, behind her knee.She took her time and shaved, wishing she’d done it that morning, before she found herself under intense examination.Oh well, too late for that.
She put on a pair of soft pajamas, disappointed the sting of Dr.Drake’s punishment had faded.Picking up the phone, she dialed Leigh Ann.
“You’re never going to believe what happened to me today.”
She filled her friend in on most of it, leaving out the anal examination, which was just too embarrassing to even admit had happened.
“So he didn’t get off?At all?Did you offer to help?”
Her heart plummeted.“I-I didn’t...it was like, he was in control, so I didn’t even think to take charge in any way.I totally should have, huh?”
“Well, it’s okay,” Leigh Ann reassured her quickly.“If he was calling the shots, he could have taken care of his own needs.Maybe that’s part of his kink—holding himself back.”
“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking too,” she said, the sinking sensation growing.“That’s not good, though, is it?”
“It sounded to me like it was pretty fabulous.”
“I mean, it doesn’t bode well for a relationship.”
Leigh Ann was silent long enough to tell her that she should not have even been considering her boss for a boyfriend position.“Right…” she said.“I shouldn’t be thinking that way.”
“Well, I mean, you never know,” Leigh Ann said, as her cheerleader and consummate optimist.“But I’d stick to matchme.com for finding Mr.Right.”
“I know, I know.I was just going to get on there and see if anyone interesting has turned up.”
