{"id":13939,"date":"2025-01-21T18:42:32","date_gmt":"2025-01-21T23:42:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/?p=13939"},"modified":"2025-02-11T16:54:16","modified_gmt":"2025-02-11T21:54:16","slug":"doctor-patient-confidentiality-chapter-two-hundred-and-twenty-four","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/de\/doctor-patient-confidentiality-chapter-two-hundred-and-twenty-four\/","title":{"rendered":"Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Four"},"content":{"rendered":"

The aquarium wasn’t here last week.<\/span><\/p>\n

That\u2019s the first thing I notice as we step into the Emancipation Room. The walls are still cold, unyielding, filled with the quiet hum of science and control. But now, nestled against the far side of the room, stands a <\/strong>massive tank, water undulating gently behind thick acrylic. The bioluminescent glow from within casts shifting ripples across the floor, light refracting against my bare skin. It\u2019s beautiful. Captivating. A world encased in glass.<\/span><\/p>\n

The creatures inside are strange and mesmerizing\u2014clusters of starfish latched onto coral, the spindly legs of crabs skittering along the floor, a school of fish with long, gossamer fins that fan out like silk.<\/span><\/p>\n

I swallow hard. Captive<\/em>. That\u2019s what they are.<\/span><\/p>\n

An unsettling mirror to my own sense of being trapped in this impossible situation. Trapped by choices, by need, and by the relentless pull of a man who is both my cage and my key.<\/span><\/p>\n

Frost\u2019s hand rests on the small of my back, guiding my shaky legs toward a small table set for two in the center of the room. Apparently, it\u2019s already noon. We were in the greenhouse for four hours.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Fucking for four<\/em> hours.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And somehow, my pussy is still throbbing. I\u2019m hyper-aware of my nakedness, of the lingering dampness from the pool, of his violent ejaculation leaking down my thighs, and the way his gaze feels like it\u2019s stripping me further.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The memory of the groundskeeper flashes in my mind, his distant figure barely discernible as Frost buried himself in me while I pissed in the snow. The obscene rush of arousal I\u2019d felt then unsettles me now. I\u2019d told myself it was the raw intensity of the moment, the way Frost\u2019s cock drove into me while my body gave in, helplessly, to the release of everything\u2014even the primal humiliation of being watched. And then again when I’d fingered myself as he shot hot, creamy cum down my throat.<\/span><\/p>\n

I glance at the tank, and a pang of unease ripples through me. Live sea creatures on one side, seafood on the other. It feels…wrong.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re frowning,\u201d Frost says, voice smooth as always. I don\u2019t look at him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDidn\u2019t realize we were having lunch with an audience.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His low chuckle rumbles from behind me. \u201cNervous?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I glance back at him\u2014breathtakingly bare, the remnants of our last encounter still glistening on his skin.<\/span><\/p>\n

I lift my chin. \u201cI just think it\u2019s a little cruel, that\u2019s all.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His head tilts. \u201cCruel?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTo eat seafood in front of their brethren.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Amusement flickers across his face. \u201cYou think they understand what\u2019s happening?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I glance back at the fish. They move listlessly, their movements slow and dreamlike beneath the water. They don\u2019t look concerned.<\/span><\/p>\n

But still.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I turn back to him. \u201cWould you like it if I ate you in front of a mirror?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

That gets a reaction. His gaze darkens, mouth curling into something dangerous.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Interesting analogy,” he muses. “Does that mean you’re planning on eating me again?”<\/span><\/p>\n

Heat flashes up my throat. My lips part, but I catch myself before responding. My silence makes his smirk deepen.<\/span><\/p>\nJoin us or log in to read more.","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The aquarium wasn’t here last week. That\u2019s the first thing I notice as we step into the Emancipation Room. The walls are still cold, unyielding, filled with the quiet hum of science and control. But now, nestled against the far side of the room, stands a massive tank, water undulating gently behind thick acrylic. The bioluminescent glow from within casts shifting ripples across the floor, light refracting against my bare skin. It\u2019s beautiful. Captivating. A world encased in glass. The creatures inside are strange and mesmerizing\u2014clusters of starfish latched onto… 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-13939","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\/13939","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=13939"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13939\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13976,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13939\/revisions\/13976"}],"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=13939"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13939"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13939"},{"taxonomy":"series","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/series?post=13939"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}