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)
She croaked out a 'no', and Adam could tell that his question had embarrassed her again.
Mm.
Did that mean she had never looked at her pussy in the mirror before?
"What about the discomfort?" Adam probed. "Can you elaborate more on this?"
"I'm...I'm not sure how."
"Did the discomfort make you ache?"
"Y-Yes."
"Did it make you feel hot?"
"Yes."
"Did it make you want to...writhe?"
(Oh God)
His "patient" had done her best to muffle the words, but he heard it all the same, and Adam could only clench and unclench his fist as he struggled to maintain his own control.
"Did it, Temptation?"
"Yes."
She choked the word out, but this only made him imagine how it would sound if she were to choke for some other, bigger, and harder reason...like his cock.
Control yourself, Adam Al-Masri.
"So..." Adam shifted in his seat again, but it didn't make his pants feel any less tight. "Going back to these symptoms of yours—-do you recall when they first started?"
"Um..."
Adam could imagine her biting her lip, and fuck if this didn't make him want to bite it as well.
"I think it began...when I was told you would be my doctor."
Adam nearly choked. "Is that so?" He hadn't expected her to tease him like that, and his need for her now was just about to drive him out of his fucking mind. "Are you certain there isn't any other possible trigger?"
"Yes, Doctor."
It was like she was fucking whispering straight into his ear right now, and the sound had his balls aching with desire.
"I'm positive there isn't any other trigger."
"If that's so..." Adam could no longer keep his own voice from thickening with lust. "There's only one thing left for you to do."
"W-What is it?"
"You'll need to conduct a self-examination...by following my instructions to the letter."
Eight
Ican't believe I'm doing this.
The words echo endlessly in my brain even as I disrobe in front of the full-length mirror, just as Dr. Somebody ordered.
My pajama top falls first, followed by its matching bottom. My fingers tremble as I unhook my bra, and all that's left now are my panties, which I slowly wriggle out of.
Oh God.
I lift my gaze to my reflection.
Naked.
I'm really naked.
"Are you done, Temptation?"
I have a feeling he isn't really asking me a question. It's like he knows. Like he's completely attuned to my every heartbeat, and so he knows the exact moment my pulse leaps in a mixture of terror and excitement...as I stare at my bare flesh under a solitary beam of incandescent lighting.
It's almost as if I'm on stage and under the spotlight. Almost like I'm about to perform or something. Then again, that's kinda what I've signed up to do. If Dr. Somebody says 'jump', my role as Temptation means all I can ask in return is 'how high'.
The thought should've made me shrink or run away, but my nipples are all pointed instead while my thighs are visibly trembling. I'm aching all over, but more importantly than everything else—-
I'm distracted.
I'm just so distracted that my cancer-free sister having a lovely time under the Greek sun is the last thing in my mind, and it's this that makes me whisper, "Yes, Doctor. I'm naked now."
"Excellent."
His tone is actually clinical, and I'm torn between laughing nervously and whimpering.
"Now...please train your gaze on your vulva."
My...vulva?
"I'm talking about your pussy, Temptation."
Oh.
God.
It's my first time to hear him say that word, and the sheer filthiness of it is just...it's just very much like him.
How is it that everything about this stranger threatens and seduces me at the same time?
"Are you looking at your pussy now?"
My gaze strays down as commanded.
"Y-Yes."
"Will you describe to me how it looks like?"
The question alone makes my body tighten, and that includes said pussy, which I have no idea how to describe.
"I d-don't think I can..."
"I'm not giving you a choice, Temptation."
His tone has become even gentler, but it's also this that makes me shiver.
"Describe it to me, please."
Oh God.
I bite my lip as my gaze drifts over my womanhood.
"If you need a little help..."
"Yes," I say quickly.
"Then start with the color of your flesh."
"P-pale. And pink."
A moment passes.
"And your labia majoria?"
"M-My w-what?"
"The outer folds of your pussy," Dr. Somebody explains in the same clinical voice. "How are they?"
"They're...wet."
"How wet?"
"Um..."
"Is it wet enough to make your flesh glisten?"
Oh. God. Yes.
I'm not even aware that I've whimpered the words out until I hear him ask, "Are you alright, Temptation? You sound rather...distraught."
I nearly laugh.
Distraught?
Nuh-uh.
It's more like I'm desperately drowning in desire, but since I haven't the guts to be that blunt—-
"I'm a-alright," is all I can stammer, even as the mere sound of his voice makes my 'labia majoria' swell like it's begging to be kissed...or spanked.
"I know this is a lot for you, but we must continue with your self-examination. For your own good, of course."
The words 'yeah right' are brimming on my lips, but I can't let myself say them...since that would mean the end of Temptation, and real-life Leah waking up to this oh-so-dirty "encounter".