Page 127 of Black Light: Cured

As per my reservation, no one else is playing in it despite how full the club is getting. Without

waiting for me to command her, she slips off her scrubs and places them on the counter next to the

violet wand, leaving her in just a hot pink bra and pantie set. My cock lengthens at the sight of her, all

dressed up for me.

“Take those off too,” I command. “I want you completely naked.”

Once more, that blush climbs her cheeks, but this time I know it’s the humiliation of undressing in

front of everyone. Every few moments, more people gather outside the viewing window, watching her

every move. If she notices them, she makes no mention of it, but keeps her gaze lowered.

She loves it though. I’m sure if I reach down right now, she’ll be sopping wet for me—and the

moment she’s completely undressed, I do just that.

Forcing her legs apart, I shove my fingers deep inside her, listening to the moans as they spill

from her lips. “That’s my good girl, Lila. So nice and wet for me. I can’t wait to taste you. But first,

we have other matters to attend to. Up on the exam table.”

She wastes no time and scrambles onto the padded surface and lies down. With quick, efficient

movements, I pull out the stirrups and lock her ankles in place before securing her to the table. Her

breaths come in harsh gasps that border on becoming moans. I watch as her chest heaves and arousal

glistens on her lower lips.

Pulling out the release form, I hold it in front of her face so she can read it. All too soon, her smile

turns into a thoughtful frown. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s simple,” I murmur, brushing the pad of my thumb over the swollen peak of her nipple. “With

this document, we can discuss anything I want pertaining to your treatment of this particular patient.”

She licks her lips and darts her eyes across the room. “Yes,” she hisses, trying to squirm out of the

restraints. “But he doesn’t have that agreement with anyone else that might listen in.”

“True. Very true. And that’s why we’re not going to use names. Also, he noted in this document

that we can discuss anything pertaining to him, but to make it fair, I’m only going to stick with

questions about his shoulder and the methods you use to get your results. Is this agreeable to you?”

I fold up the paper and put it in my doctor’s bag before turning to watch her response. Her mouth

is still in a pout of discontentment as she tries to find some way out of this that doesn’t involve safe

wording. And eventually, she caves.

“What do you want to know?”