Doctor's Orders (4 page)

Doctor’s Orders…

Cautionary tap to my thigh had me tensing and not for the reason most would think. No, it was the small jolt of euphoria it shot up my spin and settled at my core. This was a promise of more.

As instructed, I nodded and he smirked. “Good girl.” Nimble fingers explored my ankle first, taking the remaining black Converse from my foot. It landed on the floor with a muted thud. Lightly and with care, he traced the swelling purple mark that surrounded it. “Does this hurt?” Adding a small amount of pressure, he gaged my reactions.

“Yes.” It came out as a hiss between sharp intakes of air; it hurt, and I couldn’t deny it any longer. The bruising had grown and so had the swelling of my foot. Anyone with common sense could see just how much damage my fall had caused.

With a frown on his face he surveyed the area and then paused to write something in my chart. “I don’t like the bruising in this particular spot,” he exclaimed; proving his point by poking the tender section and causing me to cry out in pain. “Sorry, sweetheart, but it has to be thoroughly examined.” With my eyes closed and lip caught between my teeth, I waved him on. A few more pokes and the foot in question was placed down and my legs pushed back.

Farther apart.

Forced the tip of my ass over the edge of the small mattress.

“What…” I began only to be silenced by a sole finger on my lips. Blue eyes snapped open and focused on his hazel ones. Watched transfixed as he skimmed his fingers up my thighs and to the hem of my shorts.

Reed paused there and took in a deep breath. “I’ll be removing these now…need to see just how much damage you’ve endured. How much attention my
pussy
will need.”

“Oh God.”

“I am your
God
.
The only one you will ever worship.” An embarrassing loud whimper escaped me then. One which he ignored. Instead, he focused on fingering the one rip high on my thigh that showed a small peek at my panties. The simple, white cotton boy shorts I’d decided to wear. Enthralled was the sole word to describe the look on his handsome face. Hate mixed with a yearning that broke the feminist within me.

Deeper, his fingers explored beneath. Under the edge of my panties and over my hip bone; a tease, one that caused another rush of wetness to coat my lips.

I was a sopping, wet mess for him.

Could feel the moisture as it dripped from my pussy and down lower—over that one hole that up until now had yet to be explored. But then, just as fast as he touched me, he was gone. Across the room and leaning against the door. Gaze calculating.

“Shorts off.”

“I can’t.” Fuck, there was very little I could muster on my own at the moment. Common sense and functionality had exited stage left, and what was left of me had no free will of her own. All I could do was close my legs and squeeze them together while our eyes remained connected. Rubbed them together with small jerks of my hips—trying like hell to alleviate the pain I was in because of him.

“You have two minutes before I rip them off.”

“Fuck the two minutes!” No sooner had the last syllable passed through my lips that my thighs were yanked apart. Left me wide opened. Cold air caressed the skin of my inner thighs, felt the rush of goosebumps while they exploded across my tender flesh.

Spread for him and with the perfect outline of my lips pressed against the too-tight fabric of my shorts.

Agile movements had the button opened, and my bottoms down and over my hips on my next breath. Pulled down and tossed before I could protest. They landed somewhere behind him. I could care less about the specifics with the way his eyes devoured me.

Stare concentrated on the small wet spot of my underwear. “Such a pretty little pussy,” he murmured low while running a single digit over the damp patch of cotton. “My pussy.” My thighs closed on their own accord, but he was having none of that and stepped between them. “Don’t.” Raw lust exuded from his every pore while I shifted my hips. The need to feel overwhelming. He was close enough that I could feel the thickness of his cock over my slit.

“Need more,” I cried out and he moved closer. Rubbed himself against me once…twice, before grasping my thighs and forcing them back. They were high enough that they touched my stomach and he could hold them in place with his weight.

“Trust that I will always take care of you.” His cock twitched against my cotton covered core and I closed my eyes. Wrong move. Because within the next breath I was strapped—my thigh placed in a secure hold where I couldn’t move. He’d left me with only my right hand unsecure. Lips parting, I went to protest when he grasped my chin in his hand. “Not. A. Word.”

Pulling my panties to the side, he swallowed hard. The entire scene he’d created abused the Doctor/Patient etiquette he had sworn to uphold.

And didn’t that make him all the sexier in my eyes.

With slow sweeps of his fingers, he took inventory of my swollen lips. Of how dripping wet I was for him. How my clit trembled in his name.

That same hand now soaked in my juices ran up the inside of my thighs and up to the waistband of my panties. Fabric grasped firm in his hand he yanked—one hard tug, and the fabric groaned in protest. Loud, the sound echoing off the walls as the fibers gave way and the side of my boy shorts tore straight down.

“Jesus, Reed. Quit torturing me,” I begged wantonly. The man had seen the effect he had on me. Fuck, the proof was running down my lips and coating the blankets beneath me.

“Jackson, sweetheart. Call me Jackson.”

“Please, Jack…oh fuck!” He cupped me. Rough hand encompassed me and squeezed down a bit. Bliss and pain collided creating a heady concoction. The sharp pains of my earlier fall enhanced the electricity his touch provided.

I never wanted him to stop.

“What do you need, Nora?” Parting my lips, he dipped the very tip of a finger inside. “Let you go? Touch you? Fuck you?”

“Take me.” Arching up, I offered my body to him, not giving a damn if it made me look desperate. Nipples tight, my breast felt swollen and heavy. Sensitive. In desperate need of his mouth on me.

“Hmmm,” he mused while pushing in deeper, past the second knuckle and I clenched. Held him there while my hips jerked up, riding his finger. Movements restrained, I moved in search of his touch. A quick sharp smack to my breast pulled my attention back to his and away from the small moment of bliss. “I do believe I told you to stay quiet. Did I not?” Lips opened, the reply sat on my tongue, when he landed another smack to the opposite breast. “Not a fucking peep. No sound unless it is a moan coming from those sensuous lips.”

Knowing he wasn’t expecting an answer back, I bit my lip and silently wept for more. In all honesty, I couldn’t have come up with a retort even if I’d wanted to. His fingers were drawing me toward a nirvana I hadn’t seen in a while.

Reaching his free hand up, Reed circled my tightened bud with a soft touch. “You like this don’t you? Can’t deny what is plain to see or ignore your juices coating my fingers.” Again I clenched around him, but he continued his assault, adding a second finger while his tongue brushed over a nipple. Flicked each tip and then bit down. “Is it the feel of my hand on you? Taking what belongs to me?” His growl against my skin felt sublime, but it was his bite to my neck that made me scream aloud. “You want to come, baby? Need to, don’t you?”

A taunt. One that I answered with a glare and a quick, grunted, “Yes.”

Faster, he pumped his fingers deep inside while his mouth nipped each breast. “Sweetheart, in about thirty seconds I want you to let go.” Small indentations from his teeth littered my upper body. Hard and soft bites that sent euphoric shockwaves throughout me. “Come all over my fingers and gift me a taste.”

How could he expect me to hold out if he was doing such delicious things to me? Because of him I was a panting, begging, trembling mess in his capable hands.

“Can’t hold…shit!” The hand by my breast came down over each tip with more force than he’d used up to this point. Stung, and I had to bite down on my lips to keep in the scream that begged to be let out.

“Motherfucking count down.” Counting down, I locked eyes with him. Mouthed the numbers and at ten, his lips hovered over mine, and those long fingers inside me stopped moving. I wanted to cry out in frustration, scream about the unfairness of it all, but the dark look in his eyes kept me silent.

Instead, I continued to count down with him.

“One,” he whispered before pushing the same two fingers inside of me at a rapid pace. Noises filled the room creating a symphony of lust; the sound of my wetness and his finger fucking me, mingling with my choked gasps of air. So close. Almost. And then he thrust them forward and curled up.

I came hard.

“Fuck,” left me on a drawn out moan. Body bowing into itself, I accepted the pleasure he gave while my mind drifted off. For a second everything around me disappeared and all I could manage to do was breathe in and out. Stay coherent when my all my being wanted was to let go of reality.

“Happy Birthday, Nora.” And then his lips were on mine.

Doctor’s Orders…

Dominated; the sole word I could use to describe the way he stole the air from my lungs. Our tongues intertwined, caressed the other’s while his fingers continued to stroke me at a much slower pace. As if to prolong my pleasure while keeping me at the very peak; didn’t make sense, but I felt close to another orgasm. I’d never experienced such pleasure.

Never had my body been manipulated in such a manner where I became a weak mass of limbs for a man. Because that’s what he was, a man. In every sense of the word. Strong and determined. Made no apologies for whom and what he was.

“Oh, God,” I cried out, his mouth swallowing the sound.

“Absolutely gorgeous and mine. All motherfucking mine.” A mantra throughout the last few minutes, his lips left mine and traveled lower. Nipping the skin of my chin and then neck; loving the area of my collarbones with each flick of his tongue.

Reed attacked whatever skin he could reach. Reaching the top of my breast, he sucked the skin there. Bit down while hallowing his cheeks, leaving a harsh mark upon my tit.

Pulling back, he admired the bruise with a devilish smirk on his face. “You, my dear Nora, are perfection in the female form. From your perfect tits, pretty, pink pussy, and beautiful face. Every inch of you was designed to be worshipped by me. Only me.” Unbuckling my one restrained wrist, he massaged the reddened area. “For the rest of our lives.”

The tattered remains of my panties hit the floor next. He tossed them over his shoulder while his hands roamed me freely with a renewed sense of urgency. As if I would somehow disappear from his grasp.

I never wanted to leave.  Couldn’t.

With just a few touches, he’d ruined me for anyone else. Those soft lips had laid claim to a dormant part of me. Owned me.

“It’s too fast. Doesn’t make any sense.” Spoken softly, but not low enough. 

With both hands, he caged in my face and laid his forehead atop of mine. “Because you’re my other half, Nora. Simple as that. There’s no need to over analyzing something that’s as normal as breathing. You were made for me…taken from my rib.”

Blue eyes searched his hazel ones for any trace of a lie. There was none. Looking into his eyes was like coming home. He provided a level of comfort I’d never encountered before.

I couldn’t help but to mirror his smile. Carefree and boyish. Mirrored the unexplainable emotions I felt.

Lust.

A dose of fear.

Pure, carefree happiness.

“How do you feel, sweetheart?”

Reaching my hands up, I stretched the tightness out of my shoulders. “Really good. Relaxed.”

“Good, now I need you to behave…” from my shoulders and down to my waist, he ran soothing circles over my skin “…let me see what kind of damage you’ve done.” With both hands on my hips, Jackson tilted my hips up a slight bit. Pulled me over the edge of the stretcher and held me there while he took his place on his knees. Hazel eyes watched my every move while his lips hovered over my clit. Tufts of warm air toyed with the sensitive nub.

My nipples tightened further. Almost to the point of pain. The muscles in my stomach coiled; clenching and unclenching as I lay there in wait.

“Spread for me, Nora.” Was all he said after a few minutes of silence, communicating with me through his eyes. They spoke loud and clear. Expressed his desires. Doing as asked, I opened just a tiny bit further. “More.”

“Can’t.” Fuck, that damn tone of his rendered me useless. I’d lost all concentration when I settled my eyes on his lips and watched as he mouthed the word. Jackson Reed could read me the self-help manual on how-to grow tomatoes and I’d find it arousing.

Once again I tried, but it still wasn’t enough. Not that I had much room to begin with inside the restraints he’d put me in.

He parted them himself roughly, followed by a quick tap to my thigh in warning. However, I didn’t take it as such and moaned low. Each time he corrected me in some way it heightened the pleasurable pulses being sent to my every nerve ending.

“Never lose focus.” My nipples were suddenly plucked hard, bringing me back to the present.
When had he gotten to his feet?

“Shit!” The sudden stinging from his touch caused me to hiss out. It made me feel as though I’d been shocked—the jolt of a thousand tiny pin pricks all over my body.
The sensation could be described as exquisite.

“Pay attention, Nora,” he spat, a mixture of anger and disappointment over his features. “Never lose focus of what we are doing. Of the pleasure only I will ever gift to you.” Sharp and commanding, his words cut through the hazy fog of lust I’d been under. Gone was the soft and gentle voice of the man that just minutes ago, had given me immense pleasure. An unforgettable birthday gift.

The man who stood over me now was assertive and in control. The doctor who’d taken charge of me in the waiting room and had bent me to his will.

Same one I found so fucking sexy.

“Yes,
Sir
.
” Cheeky in my reply, what I thought was cute earned me a sharp smack on my little, swollen clit. “Oh fuck...oh God.” I moaned out a second before his lips covered mine in another bruising kiss. He devoured my cries.

“You like that don’t you? My little slut enjoys it rough.” Those words on anyone else’s lips would have earned them a punch to the throat, but with him, I loved it. Made me feel naughty.

Owned by the perfect male specimen.

“Yes.” Looking at him from beneath my lashes, I bit my lip. A coy act he approved of by the hard cock rubbing me through the material of his scrubs. A sole moment of reprieve for both of us, before he backed off with schooled features.

I automatically missed his warmth.

Gone was the man who’d made me come, in his place was a well-respected doctor. Reed was all business as he checked my pulse, blood pressure, and temperature. As if the last thirty or so minutes had not happened.

What. The. Fuck.

“Relax.” Hadn’t noticed I’d become tense. Rolling the temporal scanner across my forehead, he frowned which caused me alarm. I didn’t feel bad.

“What’s wrong?”

“Reader isn’t working.”

“Oh, well, I’m fine. More than fine actually.” That didn’t convince him one bit. Instead he pulled away, walked across the room toward cabinets against the wall, and opened a drawer. Furthest to the left and out of my sight, all I could see from my place on the bed was his back and the way the muscles flexed beneath the standard scrub set.

Jackson pulled something from that drawer and broke the plastic seal it’d come in. “I’ll have to check it manually.” All this was said without turning to look my way. “Relax.”

“Why do I…” the words died on my tongue as I understood just what
manually
meant.

“Behave.” In one hand he held a simple thermometer, nothing fancy and small. In his other there was a small package of petroleum jelly. None of which were needed to place the tip of that temp reader in my mouth. He wanted to take it anally much to my displeasure and his elation.

No one had ever touched me there before.

A virgin.

With his eyes on mine, he tore the small end of the lube’s container and smeared a small amount over his fingers. An amount no larger than a nickel. Rubbed the tips together while walking closer. Didn’t pause or look away until he was once again at the edge of my bed.

My body was his temple.

“I’ve never—”

“Trust me.” Gentle touch, a brush of warm fingers over my puckered hole made me tense. “Eyes on mine…don’t look away from me.” Slight pressure, he used two fingers to spread the jelly around. Inserting the very tip of his finger—once, twice, three times and then pulled back. “One day, Nora. One day I will take you here and you will feel so good around my cock. Tight. Fucking. Choking. Heat.”

“Oh my, God!”

Deeper, he pushed in until he reached the second knuckle and held there. “Mother of fuck,” Reed groaned, pulling out slow before entering once more. His eyes watched as I pushed against his hand. Felt different to anything I’d ever experienced before. Heightened, I felt sensitive all over. As if my body were a live wire discharging a high voltage shock. “Mark my words, sweetheart, I will take you here and enjoy every second.” The hand not manipulating my ass moved farther up to my pussy and tapped my clit twice with enough pressure to make me jolt in place and push down. “Tight and warm; fucking painful in a euphoric way.”

His filthy words caused an uncontrollable shiver to rush up my spine and settle on the tips of my breasts.

“Please.” Sensitive, I let out a low keening sound. Asked for the more he kept denying with his slow pace. Didn’t acknowledge my request, instead, he removed his finger from deep within and jotted down a few notes.
How could he worry about notes when he had me waiting and willing?

Wasn’t ashamed of the fact that for him I’d become easy pussy. A guaranteed fuck at that point.

“Patience, love.” That was all he said before moving his hands up my stomach and toward my breast. They found purchase there, both cupping and gaging their weight before pulling hard on the puckered tip. Pinched them hard enough for me to wince and then soothed the sting with his soft tongue. Heavenly torture.

Nipped.

Bites.

Worshipped them with an urgency that caused me to lose my breath—gush all over the pristine white sheet beneath my naked torso. It was all too much and ironically not fucking enough.

“Take me already!” Patience was a foreign concept at this point. Nonexistent.
“Please,” I begged, not ashamed in the least while holding his head in place. Fingers embedded in his hair, I pulled harshly at the short strands. A loud growl reverberated through his chest and my legs twitched. Urgency claimed my thoughts; I wanted to be wrapped around him.

Mold myself to his harsher planes and let him take what he needed.