{"id":12123,"date":"2024-02-23T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2024-02-23T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/?p=12123&preview=true&preview_id=12123"},"modified":"2024-03-09T00:50:50","modified_gmt":"2024-03-09T05:50:50","slug":"doctor-patient-confidentiality-chapter-one-hundred-and-ninety-one","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/de\/doctor-patient-confidentiality-chapter-one-hundred-and-ninety-one\/","title":{"rendered":"Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-One"},"content":{"rendered":"

I wake up in what feels like a plush cloud, cocooned in a level of comfort that makes me want to stay nestled into the sheets forever. But while my bedding is a little slice of heaven, my body isn’t. At all.<\/span><\/p>\n

Holy sea biscuits\u2026<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I feel like road kill. Twice run over. No. Like road kill shit<\/em>. Splattered everywhere. And then <\/em>warmed over. My shoulders let out a raging battlecry when I attempt to stretch. When I so much as stir. Hell, when I try to breathe. I’m unbelievably <\/em>sore, aching so deeply I feel it in my bones. It’s like every single ligament I own got tied up and punched fifty times. That isn’t exactly far from the truth. The ligaments in my pussy were certainly cock punched far more times than I could count.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fire scorches my cheeks as the memory of yesterday comes crashing down on me, my temples throbbing with remembrance and embarrassment.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mary Magdaloin<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n

He seriously fucked me on his dining table.<\/span><\/p>\n

Like\u2026just cocked me down right on it like an after-meal special.<\/span><\/p>\n

I still can’t believe it, even with the stark evidence of it stabbing my body with the smallest of movements. Groaning, I slowly sit up, blinking to bring my blurry vision into focus.<\/span><\/p>\n

My glasses. Where are they?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I look around, recognizing the space as my designated room. When did I get here? How <\/em>did I get here? I spot my second pair of eyes on the side table, and just as I’m reaching for them, a knock raps on the door. My heart jumps, my eyes flitting to it. It comes into focus as I slip my frames on.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Just a minute,” I rasp with far more effort than it should take to speak. My throat is raw, but arguably not as raw as my pussy. I pull the plush robe closer around me, re-securing the belt and wondering how I got into it. The last thing I remember is\u2026being in the bathtub. With Frost.<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh god, did I pass out in there? Did he carry me to this room? A weird mix of gratitude and discomfort settles over me. This is the second time blacking out around him. The second memory gap of the night before and the morning after. I don’t want this becoming a regular thing. The knock comes again.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Come in,” I reluctantly call out.<\/span><\/p>\nJoin us or log in to read more.","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I wake up in what feels like a plush cloud, cocooned in a level of comfort that makes me want to stay nestled into the sheets forever. But while my bedding is a little slice of heaven, my body isn’t. At all. Holy sea biscuits\u2026 I feel like road kill. Twice run over. No. Like road kill shit. Splattered everywhere. And then warmed over. My shoulders let out a raging battlecry when I attempt to stretch. When I so much as stir. Hell, when I try to breathe. I’m unbelievably… Weiterlesen<\/a><\/span><\/p>","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2990,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_bbp_topic_count":0,"_bbp_reply_count":0,"_bbp_total_topic_count":0,"_bbp_total_reply_count":0,"_bbp_voice_count":0,"_bbp_anonymous_reply_count":0,"_bbp_topic_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_reply_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_forum_subforum_count":0,"_themeisle_gutenberg_block_has_review":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[96],"tags":[],"series":[99],"class_list":["post-12123","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-contemporary-2","series-doctor-patient-confidentiality"],"featured_image_src":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/DPC-Wattpad-Header-1024x341.jpg","blog_images":{"medium":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/DPC-Wattpad-Header-300x100.jpg","large":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/DPC-Wattpad-Header-1024x341.jpg"},"ams_acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12123","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12123"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12123\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2990"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12123"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12123"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12123"},{"taxonomy":"series","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/series?post=12123"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}