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)
God, oh God.
Each spank is more forceful than the last one, and my ass is burning so hard I can no longer see anything past my tears. The pain from each blow makes me dizzy, but the pleasure I get from it is just as intense.
"Does that hurt, Temptation?"
"Yes," I sob out even as my knees start to tremble, and I'm struggling to stay upright.
"But you understand, don't you?"
Understand what?
"Punishment is also a form of treatment—-"
SLAP!
It's just too much this time, and as I plead for him to stop, he does stop...but only because he's already intending to flip me around, and—-
Aaaah!
My back falls back against the stretcher as he tosses my legs over his shoulders.
"D-Doctor!"
I never thought sex could turn me into a screamer, but how can it not...when he's started eating my cunt like he's starving for it?
"Oh God, Doctor..."
My head tosses and turns. My body twists and writhes in agony. And moan after moan slips past my lips because he's eating me oh so good, and I just don't know how long I'll be able to handle this much pleasure.
"Doctor, please!"
But all this does is make him laugh against my swollen folds even as his tongue thrusts faster and harder inside of me.
He obviously knows he has me enslaved, but I can't seem to make myself care.
All I know is that I never want him to stop eating me.
Never want him to stop fucking me with his tongue.
I never want this to end, ever...but that's exactly what happens, the moment I feel him pinch my clit just as his tongue stabs past the throbbing folds of my pussy one last time.
I FEEL LIKE dying while waving goodbye as Dr. Somebody drives out of the parking lot. Real-life Leah doesn't do cute waves like this, but sweet, innocent Temptation?
She totally has to, since her dear Dr. Somebody has managed to make her cum treat her thrice in their thirty-minute session.
That's like one orgasm every ten minutes, and the thought has me smiling rather foolishly to myself as I start walking back to class.
I still have one subject left, and—-
No. No. No.
All thoughts about Dr. Somebody vanish the moment I hear my phone ring.
Not my usual phone, but my other phone.
The one that only rings...when somebody needs to call me because Io has me listed as her emergency contact.
It's that phone that's ringing, and my head is already spinning and pounding at the same time as I listen to it ring and ring and ring like it's dying to tell me news that will kill me.
No. No. No.
It feels like the past all over again.
I try my best to fight it, but just taking the phone out of my purse already has me falling to my knees.
"H-Hello?"
"Good afternoon. Is this Ms. Leah Raptis?"
Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.
I whisper 'yes' and wait for the figurative axe to fall as the pounding in my head worsens, and my vision starts getting blurry.
This is it, then.
This is it.
This is...the phone company I'm hearing on the other end, asking me where I'd like to pick up my new iPhone.
Err...what?
The call lasts for a few moments, but my heart still won't stop thumping against my chest.
"Temptation?"
Dr. Somebody steps into view, and all I can do is stare at him since I'm already in shock.
He tries pulling me up, but my whole body just feels too heavy, and he ends up crouching down on one knee instead.
"Are you alright?"
I start to say 'yes' out of habit...when I suddenly realize I have no reason to lie. Why bother pretending to be strong when Dr. Somebody is just a stranger?
And so I hear myself ask, "Since I'm on my knees in public for no apparent reason, do you think I'm okay?"
A moment passes before his lips crack out a smile.
"Am I still talking to Temptation?"
Oh.
Shit.
That somehow startles a laugh out of me, and before I know it, I'm back in his ambulance, and the words just come rushing out. I tell him about having someone sick in the family, and and how I've gotten so used to worrying about her that the smallest things have been freaking me out.
I wait for him to tell me I'm stupid.
Or at least tell me what else I should do to get better.
But all he does instead is nod. "That's normal."
"You're kidding, right?"
"The world would be a better place if there were more people like you. I've seen too many patients die without anyone beside them. It would've made all the difference to them if they had someone like you by their side."
"But what about the headaches?" I ask shakily.
"They're only there because you're trying to do the impossible," Dr. Somebody points out calmly, "which is fixing what doesn't need fixing."
His words are strikingly familiar, and I suddenly remember how Karen once told me the same thing.