Doctor's Orders: The Exam (4 page)

The Doctor makes a motion with his hand, and the pounding
I’m taking actually intensifies. My breasts jerk about as though I’m jumping on
a trampoline with every thrust, and the sudden image of what I must look like,
tied and spread, naked and swinging, instantly has me back on the edge. The man
behind me pistons further and further into me, slamming me back into him,
harder and deeper, and suddenly he’s hitting the very top of me and a wild,
vibrato noise builds deep in my chest, crawling up through my throat, and when
it comes out of my mouth my mind disappears in a flash of white. When the
pieces come back together, there’s a sense of a hungry openness, of a cock
sucked so far inside me it must hurt him, and then wave after wave of warm, wet
bliss issuing from the chaos between my legs, my whole being centered there,
happy and filled for the first time in memory.

When I finally come fully to my senses, the mystery man is
gone, and the Doctor is gently stroking my cheek. My whole body is achingly
sensitive. I can’t talk yet, can’t fully feel my face. The Doctor walks around
and tenderly wipes me down before he frees one ankle, bending my leg under me
and back, getting the circulation going for me before placing my foot on the
ground. Gently he does the same with the other leg, and lowers my harness
before freeing my hands. I can’t stand yet, and I simply collapse into the
harness, where he catches me, softly.

He fondles my breasts, and I don’t care that it hurts, even
in this debilitated state. I want his hands on me. But it only lasts a moment
before he helps me up and out of my harness, and then he’s walking me over to
the chair, where my clothes are in disarray. He’s silent as he helps me dress,
gentle and considerate, anticipating my movements without asking me to speak.
Which is just as well, since I think it will be a while before I can.

Finally I’m clothed, presentable, no outward sign of what
just happened. He touches his fingers to my chin, and my cheek, and he brushes
a tendril of hair behind my ear.

“A productive session, Claire?” He asks softly.

I nod. It’s all I can do. But suddenly the thought is quite
clear in my mind: I think I am his.

The thought stuns me. And I don’t know what to do with it. I
realize I don’t know anything about him, or his life, or whether this is the
treatment that everyone gets. It nearly pains me as he walks away, back to his
desk, and I have to restrain myself from ripping off my clothes again, the
fabric coarse and unnatural against my skin now, from throwing my naked body on
his.

This is insane. I’m trapped in my own little insanity now,
because of him. I don’t know what to do, and I’m debating what to say, how to
say it, when he walks back to me. He puts a hand under my chin, and lifts my
face to his, his blue eyes shining as always. I don’t know what I expect to
happen, but it isn’t this.

“Our next appointment.” He says, and flourishes another
black card by my cheek. And then he grins. “I think it will surprise you.”

THE END

...sort of

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Orders: The Complete Series

EXCERPT

I want to speak – I want him to speak to me –
but the game has already started. We have our respective roles. I tug at the
hem of my dress, marveling again at the deep, dark red against my very white
thighs, and wait for him. I’ve never been good at sitting still and waiting. I
can’t help but look around, curious. I’m drinking in the surprisingly
understated interior, the leather seats, the full bar, when suddenly I see that
the divider is down and there’s a flash of smiling eyes in the rearview mirror.
It’s the driver, getting an eyeful.

“Give me your leg.” The Doctor finally says.

I hesitate for just a moment, knowing I’m visible to the
driver, but I push forward. It’s about trust, I learned the last time. I trust
the Doctor, so I shift in my seat, spread my legs slightly, and hook my left
leg over his right. He puts his warm hand on my exposed leg. Casually he traces
the curves and hollows of my knee with his thumb, and my skin starts to come
alive in his wake.

“What is the thing that you feel most often, Claire?”

His hand is slowly inching up my leg, each caress pushing
gently further up my thigh, defining a new border, a new line that I want him
to cross. I don’t know how he does this to me. Already I feel wetness leaking
between my thighs. As instructed, I’m not wearing any underwear.

“Claire, I asked you a question.” He says. I grip the
leather seat with my open hand, and try to calm my breathing. I can’t help but
check the rearview mirror again, and my eyes meet the driver’s. He doesn’t look
away.

“What?” My voice shakes a little.

“As you go about your day, Claire,” the Doctor says with an
air of tested patience, his hand pushing at the hem of my very short dress,
“what do you feel most frequently? What is the emotion that guides you? That
dominates you?”

My eyes are locked on the driver’s. He looks away only when
necessary. My head is full of the Doctor’s lightly accented voice, my body full
of his touch. My nipples strain at the thin material of my dress, and I can
feel my pulse everywhere.

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.”

The Doctor slips his hand around my waist and roughly pulls
me onto his lap. I put my arm around his neck, and relax into his chest. He
smells...warm. I could get used to this, the feel of his arms around me, his
scent. His hands. My eyes half close as his hands begin to roam over my body,
one hand slipping between my legs, still toying with the hem of my dress, the
other curling around my torso and palming my breast. Suddenly he squeezes my
breast, pressing down on the nipple, and I moan, wriggling my ass into his leg
in appreciation.

When I open my eyes I see the driver. Watching. The Doctor
must feel me tense up.

“Claire. You do know. Tell me.”

His hand leaves my breast and moves to my back. The sound of
a zipper slowly unzipping is surprisingly loud in the rich silence of the limo,
loud enough that even the driver can hear it. I know this because I see the
corners of his eyes turn up in a smile.

The front of my dress falls forward a little, barely held up
by my breasts. If I breathe too deeply...

“What do you feel right now, Claire?”

“Besides turned on?”

The Doctor looks directly at me for the first time, and
smiles briefly. I think part of him likes my spunk, sometimes. He slides a hand
further up, under my dress, and squeezes my thigh, hard. Reminding me who’s
boss.

“Yes, Claire. Besides that.”

The eyes in the rearview are still watching me intently,
barely watching the road. If there were more traffic it would be dangerous.

“Afraid.” I say softly.

“You feel fear?”

“Yes.”

His hand leaves my thigh, moves up to brush the loose strap
away from my shoulder, to tease the front of my dress away. Slowly, so slowly.

“Of what are you afraid, Claire?”

“Being seen.” I whisper. Not low enough: I think the driver
heard anyway. It doesn’t seem to deter him. His eyes stare back at me without
shame.

“Why should that frighten you?”

“I don’t know.”

He pulls the front of my dress down in one swift motion, and
my breasts burst forth, nipples already hard, skin flushed. The driver stares.
I’m humiliated by my own arousal, but I can’t keep myself from pushing my
breasts forward, begging for them to be touched.

The Doctor absently toys with one nipple, then the other,
before dropping his hand to my lap. He shoves past the hem of my dress this
time, and finally, finally, I feel his fingers dip between my folds, idly
working the length of my slit, still toying with me. My skin flushes hot, and
my breath hitches as desire coils tightly around his touch. I want him so
badly.

“Of what are you afraid?” He asks again, slightly amused. I
can barely focus with his fingers so close to my entrance, his palm pressing
into my clit. I open my eyes to try to clear my head, and there he is again:
the driver, watching in the mirror.

The Doctor doesn’t make mistakes. None of this is an
accident.

“That he’ll think I’m a slut.” I say between panting
breaths, nodding toward the front of the limo. “That I’m stupid.”

“So?” The Doctor asks.

He slips two fingers deep inside me, curling them as he does
so. I shudder and grind my hips into him, my head dipping as I hold onto his
neck. I wish I could answer him, but I can’t, and it’s not just because he’s
begun working his fingers in and out, fucking me with his hand like he did last
time, his palm pressing into my clit in the same rhythm.

“Claire.” There’s a hardness to his voice, and when I don’t
reply, lost deep beneath the surface, swirling around the sensation of his
fingers inside me, he grips my hair, close to the scalp, and tilts my head up
to look at him. “You will come for me as he watches.”

Oh, God, I think I will...

~

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Till the next book…

Chloe