Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 62056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
"Oh no."
I actually feel rather impressed at how frightened I sound.
"Are you saying you intend to punish me?"
"What else can a good doctor do," he drawls rather silkily, "when his patient proves to be a very bad girl?"
I let myself whimper. "I'm a bad girl?"
"A very bad girl."
"But...I've never been punished." And crazily enough, I think that's the first bit of truth I've uttered in our entire conversation. Io has always been lenient towards me, and while Nik can be strict, he's never punished me either.
"Don't you trust me?"
No.
Or at least that's what real-life Leah would've said.
But since I'm still Temptation right now...
"I do, Doctor. Always."
"Then if I say I'll have to punish you for your own good..."
Fear skitters down my spine at his words...even as they also make my toes curl.
How is Dr. Somebody so good at making me feel so many things all at once?
"Will you let me?"
Real-life Leah would've retorted 'you wish' without hesitation, but since I'm not myself at the moment—-
"Yes, Doctor."
I can only continue to take his word as the bible's truth, and can I just say how exquisitely liberating it is to not have to worry about anything like this?
"Good girl."
My heart skips another beat, which is something it never used to do...until now.
"In the meantime—-"
There's another pause, and my instincts warn me to brace myself.
"You have yet to tell me your reason for asking about the size of my hands."
Eek!
The question still catches me off guard, and butterflies start fluttering all around my tummy again.
"Um..."
"The truth, Temptation."
My teeth sink back into my lower lip. "I really was just curious, Doctor."
"But why?" he persists in asking, albeit in the same gentle voice. "There must be a subconscious reason behind it."
"I...suppose?"
"If you close your eyes now..."
And my eyes do close, as soon as I hear him say the words.
"How do you imagine my hands would be?"
The answer is instantly clear.
"Big," I choke out. "Your hands are big."
"Big enough for what?"
My heart gallops away as I imagine my faceless Dr. Somebody reaching towards me, and his hands...
"They're big enough," I hear myself choke out, "to swallow my tits."
Oh God.
I can't believe I just said that.
"I see."
It's those two words again, but this time around they sound so blatantly lewd.
"Thank you for your honesty, Temptation."
Dr. Somebody's tone remains oh-so-professional, and that just makes everything feel oh-so-dirtier as well.
"And as for my hands..."
The change in his tone is subtle, but real-life Leah catches it all the same, and a blush steals over my cheeks.
"They're exactly what you imagine."
Oh, thank God—-
I mean...
Oh my God.
"They're big enough to swallow your tits...but we'll leave that for your next consultation, shall we?"
Commanded by the Sheikh
Prologue
Ilona's heart started to race when she heard her phone ring, just as a familiar name flashed on her screen.
Adam Al-Masri had invited her out for dinner several times last week, but she had said no to each and every instance. He had stopped for a few days, but now he was calling her again.
Did this mean he had finally learned his lesson, and he now knew better to take someone like her for granted?
Adam was unlike any other man she had ever dated. The two of them had met at a party three years ago, and Ilona could still remember how one look at him had her pussy thirsting for his possession.
Whereas his French mother had gifted him with mesmerizing green eyes, it was his Middle Eastern father who had bestowed upon him an exotic appeal that was as primal as it was majestic.
Ilona confidently sought an introduction from their host and waited expectantly for Adam to hit on her afterwards. But all he had done afterwards was look at her in such a way that she was torn between wanting to slap the smirk off his face...and dropping to her knees so she could suck his cock.
'You're very beautiful, Ilona,' Adam had told her that night. 'I'd very much like to fuck you now, but only if you promise to obey my rules.'
'I don't do rules.'
'Then you wouldn't be able to do me.'
Only the sight of Adam walking away without hesitation had made Ilona realize the man had meant every word, and she had eventually been forced to swallow her pride and call him back.
'You better be fucking worth your rules,' she had snarled, 'or I swear I'll cut your dick off.'
But Adam had only smirked. 'You'll still want to cut my dick off after we fuck.'
'Why?'
'Because all it always takes is just one night,' Adam had drawled, 'and you'll find yourself wishing you can take my dick home with you.'
It was the cockiest thing she had ever heard a man say to her, and although Ilona had been expecting him to disappoint her one way or another—-
That night was everything he had said it would be, and she had found herself coming back for more and more even though his so-called "rules" made her want to scream and rage.