{"id":13554,"date":"2024-09-09T16:41:20","date_gmt":"2024-09-09T21:41:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/?p=13554"},"modified":"2024-09-09T16:41:20","modified_gmt":"2024-09-09T21:41:20","slug":"doctor-patient-confidentiality-chapter-two-hundred-and-thirteen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/hi\/doctor-patient-confidentiality-chapter-two-hundred-and-thirteen\/","title":{"rendered":"Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter Two Hundred and Thirteen"},"content":{"rendered":"

I ignore the bereft feeling as Frost’s hand leaves my stomach to take the condom balloon. I’m glad he can’t see my expression, but his lips next to my ear are a constant reminder of our intimate position, even as he takes on a professorial tone.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Do you know the history of handwashing in Northern Africa and Arabia?” he asks, his voice smooth against my ear.<\/span><\/p>\n

I shake my head \u201cNo,\u201d trying to focus on his words rather than the heat of his body against mine. It’s like trying to ignore a wildfire while standing in its midst.<\/span><\/p>\n

“It’s a tradition that dates back centuries,” he continues, lifting the kettle with practiced ease. The metal gleams in the light, its intricate designs catching my eye. “In many cultures, it’s not just about cleanliness, but also hospitality and respect.” His lips brush against the shell of my ear, and I both hear and feel him say \u201cI appreciate you arriving early tonight. It shows regard for our arrangement.”<\/span><\/p>\n

His praise sends a confusing mix of emotions through me. On one hand, there’s a flicker of pride at his approval. On the other, I feel a surge of indignation. As if his bare minimum compliment should make up for how he punished me severely for being late last Friday. The phantom sensations of being tied up and spanked makes me shift in his lap.<\/span><\/p>\n

He tilts the kettle, demonstrating its unique spout design. The movement causes his chest to press more firmly against my back, and I suppress a shiver. It’s like my body is a tuning fork, and he knows exactly how to make me vibrate.<\/span><\/p>\n

“This is a Moroccan handwashing set. The kettle pours water over your hands, while the reservoir below catches it.”<\/span><\/p>\n

Despite myself, I’m fascinated by the ornate set. The craftsmanship is exquisite, each detail carefully etched into the silver, like a note waiting to be played. “You want me to wash my hands again?” I ask, confusion coloring my voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

Frost’s chuckle vibrates through me, a low rumble that I feel more than hear. “Not quite. Like last week, we’ll continue with the theme of water. Tonight’s lesson is about the polarity of water.”<\/span><\/p>\n

I grit my teeth, rolling my eyes. How fitting, given his marked display of bipolarity<\/em>. One moment he’s a walking encyclopedia, the next he’s…well, a sex-crazed demon.<\/span><\/p>\nJoin us or log in to read more.","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I ignore the bereft feeling as Frost’s hand leaves my stomach to take the condom balloon. I’m glad he can’t see my expression, but his lips next to my ear are a constant reminder of our intimate position, even as he takes on a professorial tone. “Do you know the history of handwashing in Northern Africa and Arabia?” he asks, his voice smooth against my ear. I shake my head \u201cNo,\u201d trying to focus on his words rather than the heat of his body against mine. It’s like trying to… \u0905\u0927\u093f\u0915 \u092a\u0922\u093c\u0947\u0902<\/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-13554","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\/hi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13554","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/hi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/hi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/hi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/hi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13554"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/hi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13554\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13561,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/hi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13554\/revisions\/13561"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/hi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2990"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/hi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13554"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/hi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13554"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/hi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13554"},{"taxonomy":"series","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/hi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/series?post=13554"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}