Doctor's Orders (BDSM / Medical Play) Read Online Free PDF Page B

back up with me and grinned like a condescending jerk.
    Before she left, Nurse Valerie had put one of those paper towns across my body and secured it around my neck. Like all hospital gowns, it provided little protection. So when Adrian approached the bed and picked up his stethoscope, there was little I could do to stop them.
    Pulling the gown aside, he touched the end of his stethoscope to my chest, right between my breasts. Once or twice, I tugged on the restraints again, only to stop when he smirked down at me. My movements weren't as furtive as I might've hoped.
    As he checks my pulse, Adrian stared off into the distance and said, "You won't break those. They're way too strong."
    Flustered and frustrated, I let my whole body go limp.
    "Good girl," he said and moved the end of the stethoscope along the length of my body. The metal was still cold and sent shivered goose bumps up and down my arms.
    After about a minute of that, my doctor took off the stethoscope and started to check different parts of my body with his hands. He pressed his fingers against my shoulders, my biceps, and my wrists. I've no idea what he was looking for or hoped to find. In any case, I wasn't going to appear weak by asking.
    Satisfied with my upper body, Adrian step back and started to examine my feet, my ankles, and my thighs. "You really do have a remarkable body. I'm very proud of you."
    "Proud of me? I don't belong to you," I insisted with as much venom as I could muster. Rather than look abashed, Adrian smiled and nodded.
    "Not yet," he said, smug. “Now, just one more test. Think you can pass?”
    “Test?” I squeaked. I tried again, fighting hard to sound serious, “Look, just let me go and I promise I won’t tell anyone about this.” That was a lie, but I didn’t care.
    “Yes,” he said, ignoring my plea. “This is a test. I want to see just how responsive you are. That’ll be an important part of your treatment. Or should I just consult your nurse?”
    At first, that question didn’t make sense to me. But then his meaning clicked into place as he placed his hand right between my legs. His fingers snaked down beneath the paper gown. I started to squirm again, thinking I might be able to evade him for a few seconds.
    Embarrassment burned through me because someone had seen it. Adrian had watched on his damned surveillance system as Nurse Valerie stroked me and forced me to orgasm against my will. It wasn’t fair! She wasn’t supposed to be able to do that.
    Gritting my teeth, I thought about how I wasn’t sedated this time. The drug had mostly faded from my bloodstream. Squirming my hips up and down and from side to side, I tried to keep my sensitive bits away from his teasing fingers. It had been bad with the nurse because I never wanted to be touched by another girl, but this seemed worse.
    We were supposed to be getting a divorce. He was supposed to be fighting me in court, losing to me in court.
    But this? This was too much, and my pathetic little squirms were the only way I could resist. For his part, Adrian smirked at me as though this person kind of game. Maybe he enjoyed the challenge.
    Ultimately, it didn't really matter because his fingers quickly found my slit. Now, when I wiggled or moved, my vaginal lips caressed his fingertips. Right away, I could feel my mistake as a flush of unwanted pleasure washed through my nervous system.
    My nostrils flared and my muscles clenched into place. Going absolutely still, I refused to move or make this easy for my doctor and his probing fingers. He pressed forward and slipped his fingers past my lips. It should have been harder, but damn it, my lips parted for him as though he belonged inside of me. I loathed submitting, but my body went against my wishes. He used me and teased me and humiliated me so much without a word.
    Just those gentle strokes. “How long do you think it’ll take you to orgasm?” he asked with clinical interest. In spite of his tone, I spotted the glee