Page 21 of What the Doctor Ordered

K iley

“I love you,” Simon murmured before pressing his lips to mine again in a searing kiss.

My heart was hammering erratically inside my chest, and I practically melted against Simon’s body.

My whole body felt like it was short-circuiting, my breaths hitching and catching as he lowered me gently back against the couch cushions and pressed feather-light kisses to my cheeks, to the side of my neck, behind my ear.

My brain was having a hard time catching up to what had just happened and what was currently happening.

Simon was kissing me and holding me.

Simon just told me he loved me. Several times! I was practically shaking from the shock of it all.

He frowned in concern and clutched my arms in his large hands. “Kiley?”

“Sorry,” I said, taking in a shuddery breath. “I just can’t believe this is happening.”

He laughed lightly and the deep, carefree sound of it made my heart soar. “I have to admit that I’m a bit shocked as well,” he said. He stroked the skin of my arms gently. “I couldn’t imagine that I would ever be this lucky.”

He leaned toward me so that he could lightly touch his forehead to mine. The feel of him, the safety of him, immediately lulled me and I found my eyelids fluttering shut on their own accord.

As happy as I was in this moment, I started to recall what brought us to that horrible misunderstanding with Theo. I thought I had lost Simon for good when he left me behind in his rage. I didn’t think I could handle anything like that happening ever again.

I couldn’t survive it.

I pulled away suddenly, causing Simon to look down at me in confusion. “What’s wrong?” he asked in concern, searching my face with his eyes.

I pinned him with a serious look. “If we’re going to be an actual couple,” I began, “then we have to set some ground rules.”

Simon waited and I watched as the confusion melted away, replaced by a grim understanding. “I suppose that’s only fair,” he said. “Maybe we can make a new contract.”

“My first rule actually would be no contracts,” I said firmly. “I feel like that’s what caused this confusion between us in the first place.”

Simon winced before nodding. “Fair enough,” he said. “What did you have in mind?”

I beamed at him, pleased that he was being so open about this.

It was further proof that he really wanted things to work between us.

“We need to be open with each other, no matter what,” I said decisively.

“I know it is hard for both of us to open up about our pasts, but if we’re going to be together, we need to be honest. We need to be willing to talk about the difficult stuff.

I know we won’t be perfect overnight, but we need to try as best we can, little by little. ”

Simon nodded. “Agreed,” he said. And then his face was stern. “I definitely won’t be putting up with any dishonesty.”

His firm voice caused a shiver to go through me. I averted my gaze and felt my lower lip slip between my teeth.

“Ah-ah,” Simon scolded, pinching my lip between his fingers so he could tug it free. “I also won’t be allowing you to harm yourself in any way, including any abuse of this pouty lip of yours.”

Warmth spread through me at his tender attention. He smiled at me and tucked some hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering on my cheek.

“Now,” he said. “It’s my turn to lay some ground rules.”

I felt my eyebrows rise, wondering what more there could be to spell out. Communication was obviously the most important. Everything else should fall into place as long as that was the foundation.

Simon stood up and repositioned himself, sitting beside me on the couch. He patted his lap.

“Come here,” he said, beckoning for me to sit on his knee.

I blushed at the childish position but obeyed, lowering myself onto his thighs so I was sitting sideways on him.

Simon wrapped his arms around my waist immediately, patting my hip affectionately. “I’m sure it is no secret to you that I intend to lead in this relationship,” he said.

I giggled, a little nervously. “I have gathered that, yes,” I said, unable to keep all of the attitude out of my voice.

He raised an eyebrow and smacked my thigh sharply. “Brat,” he huffed, but there was fondness in his voice. “I’m serious, though. I am not going to allow our relationship to be damaged. I care about you too much.”

I found this all extremely sweet, but I had a sense of foreboding as well. Simon was suddenly very intense.

“Now that you’re mine, I am going to be even more strict when it comes to your health and safety,” he said. “Maybe we won’t make a contract, but I will be writing a list of rules because there will be many, and I expect you to follow every one of them.”

I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest. “And I suppose I’m the only one who will have to follow these rules,” I said with some resentfulness.

“I will be abiding by most of them, as well,” he said, raising an eyebrow at my pout. “The difference is, I will not be spanked if I break one of them.”

I flinched but didn’t respond, secretly warming to the idea of being held accountable for my actions. It sounded like I was going to be spanked often though, and that was going to be less enjoyable when I was actually being punished for breaking a rule.

He patted my hip. “Alright, love, stand up,” he ordered. “I’m going to show you just how serious I am about your health now that you’re mine.”

I swallowed thickly but stood as he ordered. He kissed my forehead before taking my hand and leading me down the hall. My breathing hitched when we stopped in front of the door leading to his medical office.

As soon as we were inside, he shut the door and turned to me. “Strip.”

My mouth went dry, but I quickly moved to do as I was told, taking off my blouse and skirt and letting them drop to the floor.

The air-conditioned room caused a wave of goosebumps to ripple over my skin, and I resisted the urge to wrap my arms around myself as I stood in just my skimpy hot pink bra and matching panties.

“Continue,” he ordered, his tone hard.

My hands were shaking as I undid the clasp of my bra and let it fall to the floor with the rest of my clothes. Once my panties joined the pile, my face was very likely bright red.

“Now, young lady,” Simon said. “I understand that you are here for a full examination, as was ordered by your husband.”

My eyes rounded, my head spinning at how quickly he switched into doctor mode. “Yes, Sir,” I peeped.

“Yes, Dr. Vale,” Simon corrected.

I gaped at him for a second but repeated his words obediently.

“Hop up onto the exam table and we will begin,” he ordered, before turning to the sink on the other side of the room to wash his hands.

I hoisted myself onto the table, feeling awkward and incredibly shy as I did so. At an actual doctor visit, I would at least have a gown to cover my front. I crossed my legs once my bare butt was seated on the crinkly sanitary paper.

Simon turned, now donning blue medical gloves. He stepped up to me with a popsicle stick.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, Miss Hart.”

Feeling just a little silly, I did so, parting my lips and sticking out my tongue.

Simon made a show of really looking down my throat and pressing the stick to my tongue before nodding in approval, his eyes light in the bright room. “A fine tongue you have,” he said. “I can tell that it is healthy and extremely active. I’m sure that pleases your husband very much.”

I blushed hotly at the implication but gave Simon a coy smile.

He brushed a light kiss to my lips before pinning me with a stern look. “Now, I want you to lie back and bring your knees to your chest.”

I gasped as I imagined the vulnerable position that would put me in. “But-” I jumped when my bare thigh exploded in pain. “Ow!”

“Now, Miss Hart,” he said.

Knowing better than to argue when he used that tone, I leaned back so I was lying down on the table. Hesitating briefly, I pulled my legs up to my chest, my face warming as I felt my bottom cheeks parting in this position.

I groaned in humiliation, jumping a bit when I felt Simon’s gloved fingers at my bottom hole, stroking the sensitive area.

“Excellent,” he said. “You are quite reactive. That is very good.”

“Simon!” I cried out when one finger slipped inside my anus. It was wet and slick with lube.

Smack! I yelped when he cracked his other hand on the back of my thigh. “You will call me Dr. Vale, young lady. Don’t make me have to remind you again.”

“I’m sorry, Dr. Vale,” I replied breathily, my whole body tingling in confused arousal.

“Has anyone ever taken this bottom of yours with their cock, Miss Hart?” he asked, twisting his finger inside of me.

It took me a moment to overcome my embarrassment so I could answer. “No, Dr. Vale.”

He hummed, pushing his thick finger in and out a few times, causing a brilliant heat to build between my legs.

“That will be remedied before too long,” he stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

“A full bottom is just what a naughty young lady needs. This tight hole will need to be properly trained before that happens though.”

I pressed my thighs together at his words, humiliation flooding me at the mere thought of having my hole toyed with any further. I wasn’t sure that I could stand the shame of such a thing.

“Have you ever had an enema before?”

“No!” I shrieked immediately, staring at Simon in absolute shock. “And I certainly am not going to now!”

That was probably the most foolish thing I could have said at that moment. Simon’s entire countenance darkened as his golden eyes narrowed into two thin slits.

“Wait, I’m sorry!” I got out quickly, desperately wanting to put my legs down to protect my exposed bottom from the doctor’s angry stare.

I was shocked when he didn’t immediately spank my bottom for my outburst. Instead, he held my gaze sternly, twisted his thick finger one more time inside of me before pulling it out roughly, causing me to squeak.