Doctor's Orders - Carolyn Faulkner Page 0,1

them very long at all to let her in on their secret.

Now she was caught. She knew with complete certainty that she should go to the state licensing board with what she knew, despite the acute embarrassment she would be causing herself, since she had participated in such treatments, as well as been subject to them. But by doing so, she knew that she would be facing the loss of her job and the income she so desperately needed, not to mention her own status as a nurse, which was the only profession she'd had any interest in since she was about ten.

So, she kept her mouth shut and stayed, figuring that it was only a matter of time before someone—someone who was obviously a much better, stronger, and more principled person than she was—came forward to complain.

Although, for the life of her, she couldn't imagine who it might be—patient or staff. They all seemed to be getting exactly what they needed—wanted—from the doctor.

And she knew that, to be completely truthful, she had to include herself among them.

Darcy tried to keep her eyes on him as the handsome doctor rolled his stool between the woman's legs. But it was hard to ignore the way the patient was sighing and groaning, even before the doctor touched her. Mrs. Rose was completely naked as she lay stretched out on the examination table, which was entirely unnecessary but something the doctor insisted on for even those patients who weren't being given the doctor's unusual brand of attention. The only parts of her that were covered by blue sterile drapes were those that didn't need to be—her midsection and her legs. Anything that was of interest was left completely exposed.

"Now, Mrs. Rose," the doctor began in his usual commanding tone of voice—the one that was left over from his stint in the military, they all surmised. "As I recall, I left you deliberately at peak last week and told you that you were not to touch yourself—or even let your husband touch you—until your next visit, which was carefully exactly a week apart." From her vantage point, which was just behind the doctor to his right, she was compelled to watch as his big, gloved hand rested possessively over the woman's vulnerable privates. "Tell me. Did you follow the doctor's orders?"

Every bit of Catherine Rose's creamy white skin blushed a deep pink as she answered, almost at a whisper, "Well, y-yes, sir. I did, but—"

The doctor pounced, as the two nurses in the room knew he would, on her hesitation questioning her authoritatively. "But what, Catherine?"

"M-my husband, sir. I couldn't—it wouldn't be right—we—he wanted to—and I couldn't."

Darcy couldn't believe how shockingly red the woman's skin was becoming as Brackett did nothing whatsoever to alleviate her embarrassment. In fact, he encouraged it. "You let him have you, didn't you, Catherine?" he asked, every word dripping with blatant disappointment.

Poor Mrs. Rose couldn't even answer him verbally; she was so thoroughly humiliated, she could only nod slowly, her eyes wide and filling with tears as she looked down between her legs at him.

The nurses knew he wouldn't let her get away with even that small avoidance.

"Come now, Catherine. You know better than that. A nod of your head is useless if I am to be as thorough as I know you want and need me to be in your treatment."

Merely his tone of voice had the woman practically writhing in orgasmic delight on the table, and he had barely touched her. He hadn't moved his hand from where he'd originally placed it, and yet she responded to him as if he was eagerly mouthing her clit while furiously finger-fucking her, which was the most likely scenario of how this "procedure" would culminate.

"Catherine!" There was no mistaking the command in his voice, and the patient immediately stilled. "You know you aren't allowed to experience sexual pleasure anywhere in your life but here with me, where I can monitor and control it, for your sake and the sake of your treatment."

She was practically blubbering now, knowing that whatever he had in store for her, she wasn't going to like enjoying it one bit.

"But, Doctor, sir, he didn't…he doesn't…" she tried to explain without confessing too much of her own husband's inadequacies in the bedroom, which was closing the barn door many, many sessions too late.

Dr. Brackett sighed heavily, as if deeply pained. "You know what I have to do, don't you? It isn't as if I haven't given you