Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter Two Hundred and Eight

Frost shuts off the water, the sudden silence deafening in the spacious bathroom. He steps away from me, his movements fluid and controlled, to grab a hand towel from a nearby rack. I watch him, my body still thrumming from his touch, hyper-aware of every slight movement of air around me. I take it from him with trembling hands, acutely aware of his eyes drinking in my throbbing breasts. His gaze is…hungry. There’s no other word for it. And, God help me, my pussy meets that look with a pulsing hunger of its own. Horrible need bubbles between my legs, my inner walls clenching despite the adrenaline racing through my heart.

I hand it back silently, and our fingers brush for the briefest moment. Even that slight contact is enough to send a jolt through my nipples. Still tender from his earlier attention, pebbled in the cool air.

We make our way back to the foyer, the heated flooring both comforting and ominous beneath my bare feet. I force myself to keep up, my breasts bouncing as I try to match his pace. Frost’s sweater brushes against my arm when I move to cross them over my chest, the need for modesty still present despite everything we’ve already done. No, not modesty. The physical manifestation of our power imbalance is simply jarring. It would be for anyone. The obvious outline of his straining cock beneath his clothes doesn’t help as much as I hoped, fueling reminders of the last time it was inside me.

“That’s it. Come all over this dick like a good little slut.”

Frost turns to me, his voice cutting through the silence. “Did you bring the condoms as instructed?”