Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Seven

A current of energy surges through me, and I can feel every cell in my body turn dangerously charged. My insides prickle with sheer sensation as the pendulum crashes into my clit with a zing that nearly knocks the wind completely out of me. I feel the jolt shoot through my entire body, tingling every nerve ending and igniting a fire within my core. It borders on pleasure, but with a sharp sting that cuts through the sweetness like a knife.

My body recoils at the sudden impact, the pendulum smacking against my sensitive flesh with a hard tap. I let out a guttural cry, my voice trembling with the intensity of the clash as I grip onto Frost’s arms for dear life. His own tight grip steadies me against the metal weight, but it does little to alleviate the overwhelming sensations coursing through my body.

Every single cell inside me contracts within Frost’s powerful hold, my legs thrashing as I try to move away from the metal weight that dangles perilously close to my flesh.

The impulsive, knee-jerk action, no pun intended, only tightens Frost’s vise on me, and I become hyper aware of just how strong he is, lifting me and gripping my limbs like I’m no more than a flimsy picture frame. But I don’t want to think about the kind of picture I’m currently painting. One he’s making me. A picture of obscenity. Of iniquity.