{"id":13519,"date":"2024-09-02T17:02:28","date_gmt":"2024-09-02T22:02:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/?p=13519"},"modified":"2024-09-09T14:00:29","modified_gmt":"2024-09-09T19:00:29","slug":"doctor-patient-confidentiality-chapter-two-hundred-and-twelve","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/ar\/doctor-patient-confidentiality-chapter-two-hundred-and-twelve\/","title":{"rendered":"Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter Two Hundred and Twelve"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-size: 24px; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\">His words hang in the air, heavy with implication. For a moment, I&#8217;m frozen, the inflated condom sitting absurdly over my chest. My mind races, weighing the consequences of obeying versus defying him. But we both know I&#8217;m going to comply. That&#8217;s why I&#8217;m here, after all.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 24px; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\">With shaky legs, I stand and make my way over to Frost. It\u2019s only a few steps but it feels like walking a mile in quicksand. His eyes never leave mine as I approach, his gaze intense and unreadable. As I reach him, he spreads his legs slightly, making room for me.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 24px; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\">&#8220;Turn around,&#8221; he instructs, his voice low and commanding.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 24px; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\">I obey, my back now to him. I feel exposed, vulnerable, even though I&#8217;m still wearing the sweater. I resist the urge to clench my butt cheeks, feeling the heat of his stare on them as I lower myself on top of him. His hands come to rest on my hips, guiding me down onto his lap. I can feel the heat of him through his slacks, the hardness of his thighs beneath me.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 24px; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"><i>And the prominent bulge of his cock.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 24px; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\">As I settle onto Frost&#8217;s lap, his hands guide mine, showing me how to rub the inflated condom over the sweater. The latex squeaks softly against the wool, creating a strange, almost comical contrast to the tension in the room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 24px; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\">&#8220;Like this,&#8221; Frost murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. &#8220;Slow, steady strokes.&#8221; His voice is low, controlled, but there&#8217;s an undercurrent of something more\u2014a tension, a hunger that makes my skin prickle with awareness.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 24px; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\">I nod, not trusting my voice, and focus on the task at hand. But it&#8217;s impossible to ignore the way my body responds to his proximity, the way my heart races and my skin feels too tight. With every movement, every breath, I&#8217;m acutely aware of him\u2014of us\u2014and the precarious line we&#8217;re walking.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 24px; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\"><i>This is dangerous<\/i>, I think. Not just the act itself, but the way it makes me feel. The way Frost makes me feel. Like I&#8217;m standing on the edge of a cliff, torn between the fear of falling and the exhilaration of flight. And God help me, I think I might jump.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 24px; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\">I almost do when his hands slip beneath the sweater, finding my nipples with unerring precision. I gasp at the sudden contact. The dual sensations\u2014the cool latex in my hands and his warm touch on my skin\u2014send shockwaves through my body.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 24px; font-family: 'times new roman', times;\">&#8220;That\u2019s it,&#8221; he says, his voice low and approving. For my nipples being hard as steel or the way I\u2019m rubbing the condom against them, I\u2019m not sure. The praise shouldn&#8217;t affect me, but it does. I feel a flush creeping up my neck, a mesh of embarrassment and arousal I can&#8217;t deny.<\/span><\/p>\nJoin us or log in to read more.","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>His words hang in the air, heavy with implication. For a moment, I&#8217;m frozen, the inflated condom sitting absurdly over my chest. My mind races, weighing the consequences of obeying versus defying him. But we both know I&#8217;m going to comply. That&#8217;s why I&#8217;m here, after all. With shaky legs, I stand and make my way over to Frost. It\u2019s only a few steps but it feels like walking a mile in quicksand. His eyes never leave mine as I approach, his gaze intense and unreadable. 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