My Husband Sold Me to His Stepdad’s Clinic - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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The cramped examination room felt smaller by the second as involuntary shivers wracked my body, my toes curling against the cold floor.
"How are you feeling today?"
Dr. Felix Winston held the medical instrument between his fingers, its gleaming surface now streaked with undeniable evidence of my body's response. His approving gaze made my skin prickle with heat. "Ms. Anderson, your progress is remarkable. At this rate, you'll make a full recovery soon."
I couldn't meet his eyes, the flush spreading from my cheeks down my neck. The instrument's condition spoke volumes about how thoroughly the treatment had affected me.
"Th-that's good news."
My face burned hotter as perspiration dotted my forehead. I scrambled to my feet, fingers fumbling with my clothing.
When my knees nearly buckled, Dr. Winston's strong hands caught me, his breath warm against my ear. "Steady now. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Completely fine."
I forced my legs to cooperate, but his voice stopped me again. "Ms. Anderson, should you experience any... complications, my line is always open for you." The unspoken promise in his words vibrated through me.
There was something dangerously compelling about him—that effortless authority successful men wielded like a second skin.
God, what was wrong with me?
I nearly drew blood biting my lip.
"O-okay."
His words struck some primal chord within me, leaving an ache no amount of squirming could relieve. Walking out of that exam room, I felt equal parts satiated and disgusted with myself.
The way Dr. Winston spoke—it bordered on inappropriate.
Me? Having fantasies about my physician? I was losing my mind.
Evelyn Anderson, since when do you swoon over a white coat? Get a grip!
Yet after each session, the hunger only grew worse. I craved my husband's touch, only to discover... he'd suddenly started traveling constantly for work.
Alone at night, I'd replay every detail—the doctor's capable hands, the way his breath hitched when he leaned close.
The thrill of taboo became unbearable.
My body trembled constantly now, skin perpetually feverish.
The fire between my thighs became an inferno even my absent husband couldn't extinguish. Sleepless nights left me raw with need.
Days blurred together—mornings under Dr. Winston's intense scrutiny, evenings spent drowning in fantasies I couldn't escape.
Until finally, the dam broke.
But I couldn't speak this shame aloud. The weight of my own desire was crushing me.
"How are you feeling today?"
Dr. Felix Winston held the medical instrument between his fingers, its gleaming surface now streaked with undeniable evidence of my body's response. His approving gaze made my skin prickle with heat. "Ms. Anderson, your progress is remarkable. At this rate, you'll make a full recovery soon."
I couldn't meet his eyes, the flush spreading from my cheeks down my neck. The instrument's condition spoke volumes about how thoroughly the treatment had affected me.
"Th-that's good news."
My face burned hotter as perspiration dotted my forehead. I scrambled to my feet, fingers fumbling with my clothing.
When my knees nearly buckled, Dr. Winston's strong hands caught me, his breath warm against my ear. "Steady now. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Completely fine."
I forced my legs to cooperate, but his voice stopped me again. "Ms. Anderson, should you experience any... complications, my line is always open for you." The unspoken promise in his words vibrated through me.
There was something dangerously compelling about him—that effortless authority successful men wielded like a second skin.
God, what was wrong with me?
I nearly drew blood biting my lip.
"O-okay."
His words struck some primal chord within me, leaving an ache no amount of squirming could relieve. Walking out of that exam room, I felt equal parts satiated and disgusted with myself.
The way Dr. Winston spoke—it bordered on inappropriate.
Me? Having fantasies about my physician? I was losing my mind.
Evelyn Anderson, since when do you swoon over a white coat? Get a grip!
Yet after each session, the hunger only grew worse. I craved my husband's touch, only to discover... he'd suddenly started traveling constantly for work.
Alone at night, I'd replay every detail—the doctor's capable hands, the way his breath hitched when he leaned close.
The thrill of taboo became unbearable.
My body trembled constantly now, skin perpetually feverish.
The fire between my thighs became an inferno even my absent husband couldn't extinguish. Sleepless nights left me raw with need.
Days blurred together—mornings under Dr. Winston's intense scrutiny, evenings spent drowning in fantasies I couldn't escape.
Until finally, the dam broke.
But I couldn't speak this shame aloud. The weight of my own desire was crushing me.
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