Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Three

I wake up abruptly to the feeling of an odd, staggering fullness, hazy from deep slumber but somehow also on high alert.

My hips jerk for no reason, my forehead scrunching into a million creases as the bloated sensation quickly spreads through my groin and fans into my lower belly, all the muscles in them going tense, clenching around something.

Something foreign.

Something clamorous.

Something…that shouldn’t be there.

In my muddled disorientation, I gasp into the pillow, my face contorting further in confusion at the startling presence in my body. It takes two seconds too long for me to realize what’s happening, and I whip my head over my shoulder impulsively, only to find Frost’s big body behind me and his diluted sapphire eyes staring right into mine, their usual iciness now possessing elements of pure heat, strangely making him look even more sinister…

As well as his finger in my pussy.