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“That depends on my mood, doesn’t it?”
“But…”
“Your uncertainty will create a powerful aphrodisiac.”
Regardless of what he decided, she would be spending her afternoon with her vibrator. “Yes, Sir. Though it’s unfair if you leave me wanting.”
Without responding, he shrugged out of his coat and hung it on the wall along with the stethoscope.
Then he crossed to her.
The absence of loud moody music made her even more aware of her heartbeat.
He adjusted the back of the table so she was slightly upright.
Then he pulled the stirrups into place. As he did, the overhead light caught the jewels in his unusual ring. The gems seem to glow. She’d never seen anything like it.
“If you please…” His prompting brought her back to the present.
“Yes, Sir.” Struggling to tamp down a sudden attack of nerves, Abigail lifted her heels into place, settling them in the cool metal cradles.
“Oh so pretty.”
His words were lovely, but his tone conveyed genuine admiration.
Hayes captured her gaze and lifted his eyebrows as if waiting for a proper reply.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“When I say something, charming sub, I mean it. I’m not given to using flowery language, nor do I say things simply to make someone feel good. Quite the opposite, in fact. I’m known for my bluntness.”
Appreciating his reassurance, she nodded.
“Are you ready to start?”
Her slow burn of need chipped away at her nervousness. “Yes, Master Hayes.”
He sucked in a breath. “I like the sound of that on your lips.”
Referring to him with that kind of respect had been as natural as it was instinctive.
Moments later, he slid back the bottom part of the examination table, leaving her bottom suspended in the air, making her vulnerable to anything he might wish to do to her.
“We’ll start by testing your reflexes.”
He glanced at the crop. But instead of picking it up and delivering a couple of swats as she expected, he traced his fingertips up the inside of her thigh, all the way to her pussy.
She squirmed as arousal rushed through her.
“Very responsive.”
Frustrating her, he didn’t touch her there. Instead he continued his exploration down her other leg.
He pulled apart the ends of one of the gown’s ties, exposing most of her body.
Once again he moved his hand toward her womanhood, but just like before, he left her wanting. Keeping his gaze focused on her face, he drew a straight line up from her belly, between her ribcage and breasts, and he stopped at the tiny hollow of her throat. Then he lightly stroked the side of her throat.
“Everything is perfect, Abigail.”
