Page 11 of Asylum
I sigh as his warm breath caresses my ear, his tongue darting out, licking a tantalizing trail down the side of my neck. Tilting my head, I give him better access. “Does a gentleman usually make his patient come during a gynecological exam, Dr. Stone?”
A deep growl rumbles from his chest, and I yelp as he nips my earlobe. “Watch it, little doll. I haven’t shoved my big cock in your tight cunt yet. I consider thatverygentlemanly.” My mouth falls open and he chuckles, closing it with a finger under my chin. He kisses me once more before loosening his grip, my body sliding down his muscular form.
As my feet touch the floor, he cups my cheek in his palm, our gazes colliding. “You’re beautiful, Olivia.”
My cheeks heat as I look anywhere but at him. Things have changed between us today, and I’m not sure what that means. Of course, the orgasm was amazing, as was his talented mouth. But he’s my doctor, and I don’t need any more complications in my life. I don’t want him to lose his job either.
He taps me on the nose with his finger, pulling my attention back to him. “Get out of your head. No one knows what goes on in this office but us.”
My eyes widen. “D-do you plan on this happening again?”
He smiles wickedly. “I have so many plans for you, little doll.”
“Do you have a home?” I ask, sitting on the black leather couch, waiting for our session to begin today.
He looks up from his paperwork, tilting his head to the side. “I do. Why do you ask?”
“Just curious. It seems like you’re always here.”
“I have a home in the country, but I stay here most of the time due to the long drive. There are a few spare rooms available in case the doctors need to stay overnight.”
“Oh.” I’m not sure where I was going with this.
“Is there anything else you’d like to know about me, Olivia?” He smirks, and my stomach flutters.
I bite the inside of my cheek. “You spend a lot of time with me. Doesn’t it cut into your time with other patients?”
“I’ve transferred a few of my patients to other doctors. Your treatment is my top priority. You have a chance at a life outside this hospital, and I want to make sure you receive the help you need.”
My chest tightens. He seems like he actually cares. “Thank you,” I whisper.
He looks down at his paperwork once again. “Change into your examination gown. It’s in the bathroom, hanging on the back of the door.”
My heart damn near beats out of my chest. Silently, I rise from the chair, quickly entering the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Taking a deep breath, I push the ill-fitting fabric over my shoulders. It falls down my body, hitting the floor, my white, cotton underwear following closely behind. Reaching for the paper gown on the back of the door, I slide it over my shoulders, the front hanging open. Standing in front of the mirror, I truly look at myself for the first time in a long while.
My hair is long, the red and orange color looking dull and lifeless. I used to think it was strawberry blonde, but I’m not quite sure what color you’d call it now. When it’s shiny and full, it’s beautiful and wavy, but now, it’s straight and thin. My skin is pale, my green eyes full of pain and sorrow. The bags beneath them are dark and hollow, my cheeks sunken in as if I’m malnourished. I do eat a little, but the food here is a mystery most days. I usually taste test before every meal, when they shove it through the slot of my door. If I don’t gag, I eat it. I’ve lost some weight since arriving at Wellard Asylum, but my bodyis still appealing. Too bad I can’t say the same for my face and hair.
Taking one last look in the mirror before opening the door, I sigh, heading back into the office. Atlas is standing, leaning against his desk, arms crossed in front of his chest.
“On the table.”
Climbing onto the cushioned table positioned next to the gynecological chair, I sit straight as a board, my heart thumping in my chest. He hasn’t touched me since my last exam, where he made me come for the first, and only time in my life. I’ve tried multiple times in the last week to bring myself pleasure the way he did, but it never comes.
I never come.
He pushes off the desk, crossing the room and halting in front of me. “You seem like you’re under the weather, little doll. I’m going to listen to your chest and examine your throat.”
My brows furrow. “I don’t feel sick.”
He smirks. “Better to be safe than sorry.”
“I have to be naked for this?”
His jaw clenches as his hands move to his waist. My body goes rigid, expecting to fly into a rage as soon as the metal clinks, but the triggering sound never comes.
Meeting his gaze, his eyes soften. “I took it off before you came in.”
My chest constricts, grateful tears threatening to fall. I’ve never met anyone so considerate, so understanding. He’s my doctor, and what we’re doing is wrong, but I want him.