Submissive's Sex Exam: Her Doctor's Orders (Medical BDSM Erotica‪)‬

A DOCTOR KNOWS BEST...

Hana's sexual dysfunction begins in her dreams...but do they also hold the cure? For weeks, she's been crushing hard on Doctor Marcus Grisham. The hard bodied physician holds a sultry promise in his eyes, drawing her in with a magnetism she can't understand.

When Hana slips up and asks for more than just drugs to treat her latest problems, the Doctor agrees, on one condition: she must give herself completely to him. Hana is prepared for an office fling with the handsome professional, but Grisham has more than that in mind.

He's prepared a private place for her, stocked with antique medical equipment and thick walls to blot out her screams. Will Hana's submissive cries ring with rapture as he delivers the finest treatment?

Adults only, 18+. This story contains intense scenes of domination by an alpha male MD, clinical sex, and medical BDSM. An erotic novelette of over 9,000 words.

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EXCERPT

“I want help from you, Doctor Grisham, if you'll have me.” Her eyes bulged as her nervous plea's echo washed over her.

Grisham's face didn't change. He tilted his head until the light caught his glasses, obscuring his eyes, until the lenses looked like twin suns.

“Hana, Hana, Hana. What you're asking me to do is the height of unprofessional conduct. I could be stripped of my licenses and thrown out onto the street, unable to practice anywhere except Jamaica or Haiti, where medical degrees are like cab licenses. Do you know how high the stakes are here?” He breathed heavily, letting his broad chest rise and fall.

Hana fell back against the table, putting her skinny arms behind her for support. Her breasts bounced once.

He took a long step forward, until he was mere inches from her face. “What will you do for me?”

“For you, sir? Wha-what do you mean?”

“Why should I risk everything to become a therapist dialing up your pleasure under the table? Seems to me it should be the other way around. Listen, Hana, if you want to win a risky bet like this, you need to go all in.” He craned his head down until his lips brushed her neck, just below her ear, cracked and oozing honey hot breath. “Your condition doesn't work like ordinary diseases. If you want to cure it, you need to give, not receive.”

Hana shook, nearly collapsing on her elbows. Pulses like loud tom-toms thundered in her head. Their surreal beat was enough to conjure her voice one last time, until it pushed through the nervous barrier sealing her lips.

“Anything, Doctor Grisham. Maybe you're right...service is the cure.”

He drew lower, but didn't actually plant his lips on her hot, sweaty flesh. In one swift jerk, he came up again, until he was face to face with her.

“Good. I'm a Doctor, Hana, and I think I know exactly how to treat what ails you. Fair warning: what I want from you won't always be pleasant or easy. If you'll trust me, it will be rewarding. I can guide your dysfunction into remission for the rest of your life.” His voice didn't waver, not even half an octave.

His strong hands grasped at her shoulders and pulled her close, until his hot breath was once again brushing her right ear. She shuddered as the stubble on his chin scraped her cheek, on the edge of a delicious heat that hadn't visited her since the last dream.

“We'll start your treatment tonight. I want you to meet me behind Shamrock's pub, just after closing time. I have a place we can go. Come alone and tell no one.”