Obeying My Doctor's Orders E-Book

Ella Louise

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Obeying My Doctor's Orders

Leseprobe

 

Book 2 of “Hot For Dr. Kent”

Obeying My Doctor's Orders

(BBW Medical BDSM Erotica)

By Ella Louise

~~ All characters in this book are 18 or over. ~~

I anxiously twirl a lock of hair around my fingers while I wait for the receptionist to answer my phone call. It’s a habit I picked up from the days when phones had those curlicue cords that seemed to be made to be scrunched and stretched during nerve-wracking calls.

“Dr. Kent’s office, how may I help you?” a voice asks me.

I wish I had cleared my throat before she picked up. I just know my voice is going to squeak when I try to explain my situation.

“This is Claire Montgomery. I was in last Wednesday?” I phrase it like a question, hoping the receptionist will remember me and I won’t have to tell her in detail while I’m calling. There are only so many times I can handle explaining to a stranger that I’m so plagued with sexual urges and thoughts of sex that I have to see a doctor about it.

Thankfully, my name rings a bell for her. “Yes, here you are. I see a note on your file, though. Dr. Kent has flagged you so that all of your questions get forwarded directly to him, it looks like…” Some typing noises on the other end of the line come through in a sharp staccato. “I’ve never seen that note before, but that’s what it says. Anyway, will you please hold while I transfer your call to his cell?”

I choke, and it takes me a moment to process what’s going on. By the time I blurt out a “Wait!” the line is ringing again. My heart thuds, and I seriously consider hanging up the phone.

I’m always so shy about calling people, and this is especially true when “people” happens to be the ridiculously hot doctor I had thoroughly amazing sex with less than a week ago. It’s safe to say I’ve developed a crush the size of a continent.

The line clicks.

“Hi, Claire.” Dr. Kent answers warmly, already knowing it’s me calling. I feel a momentary flood of giddiness that he must not have all of his female clients forwarded to him directly. “Is everything okay?”

“Hi. I mean yes.” I cover my face with my hand, already feeling like an idiot. I can practically hear him grinning at me through the phone.

I take a deep breath. “I know I’m not supposed to come back in until next Wednesday, but I’m… having trouble following the instructions you gave me.”

“I see,” he answers. “So you’re still masturbating excessively?”

I flush a deep crimson. My apartment suddenly seems excruciatingly hot. Wherever he is, he must not be worried about being overheard.

“Well, not excessively! Once or twice, maybe,” I defend myself. And then I add, sheepishly, “I have been trying to follow your treatment advice. But I don’t think I can make it the full two weeks.”

“It’s good that you called,” Dr. Kent assures me. “I’ll be in the office this afternoon. Can you come in for an appointment around three?”

I agree quickly, thank him, and hang up before I lose my nerve and cancel.