Doctor's Orders - Carolyn Faulkner Page 0,3

sometimes, too, now, haven't I? When you've been an especially good girl?"

The patient's head nodded vehemently up and down as she also tried to answer him verbally, although it was almost completely suppressed by her gag, as if doing so would save her from what he was about to do to her.

"But for some reason, you," he emphasized the word by drilling both fingers—side by side—up inside her in one thrust, all the way to the last knuckles, "think I'll let you get away with it." He began to pump those fingers in and out of her in a relentless, pounding rhythm. "You think I am going to let you get away with disregarding a treatment plan I've so carefully made for you and letting your boor of a husband and his ham hands have his way with you, even though I expressly told you not to."

Darcy watched Catherine Rose trying to arch herself away from those invading digits, to writhe or wriggle or roll, somehow, to avoid the painful thrusts, but there was nowhere for her to go. She had been deliberately placed—like all women undergoing a gynecological exam—with her hips at the very end of the table, her butt hanging over the edge with no support or—more importantly—protection. And now she was being very carefully held there to receive whatever discipline it was that he—as her doctor, of course—had decided to mete out to her.

But there wasn't any such thing as getting away from Dr. Brackett in any way. Once he got you into one of his "special treatments,” you were stuck. There were women who had been coming to him for years who couldn't pull themselves away—or wouldn't, for fear of the public humiliation and embarrassment that might result if he spilled those particularly prurient beans to anyone at all.

No one who had ever been seen by him like this would ever even consider missing an appointment without an extremely good reason. Whatever the punishment would be for disobeying him so blatantly as to make something up didn't bear thinking of, much less enduring.

"You are unacceptably tight back here, Catherine. I can see that I've not paid enough attention to you here. That's my fault, and believe me, I'll address it in the future." The patient's wails—even severely curtailed as they were—fervently increased in volume and number, to no avail at all. "But right now, we're dealing with you and this bratty misbehavior of yours."

With his fingers still pumping with terrible power in and out of her behind, he met his captive's eyes as Angine held her head up so that she had no choice but to do so. He placed his mouth over her clit, trailing his tongue down to her pussy and finding the moisture there, then making his way—very slowly—back up. "I need to find a better way of punishing you, I can see, since you're wringing wet from this." He added a third finger then, abruptly and without warning, although he tried to maintain the same momentum as he had previously, thrusting away at her, forcing her to accept this new level of invasion, forcing her to yield her body to him completely.

"Your clit is enormously swollen, too, Catherine," the doctor growled, as if he was having a hard time denying himself what he wanted, berating her for her overt response to what he was doing to her. "But you are still under orders not to come—not on your own or with anyone else." Dr. Brackett leaned forward and encased that pebble-sized nub in his mouth, washing it slowly and thoroughly with every part of his tongue.

Then, just as abruptly, he removed his fingers and his mouth and sat back, husking off his gloves and throwing them away, turning to the small desk at the corner of the office. "Just so I'm making myself perfectly clear to you, you are not to orgasm until your next appointment, Catherine." He gave her a firm look. "You are not to engage in anything even remotely resembling sexual behavior of any kind, with anyone, not even your husband. I don't care what kind of excuse you have to make to him. Am I making myself completely understood?"

Catherine, who was already sitting up, having been freed of her restraints and handed her clothes, replied softly, but with no small amount of anguish as she tried to find a comfortable position that didn't make either her bottom hole or her clit ache terribly as a reminder of her