Doctor's Orders

by Deanna Ashford

  She collapsed limply against Colin’s chest, gulping for air. ‘You’re unbelievable,’ she managed to gasp while covering his face with kisses.

  ‘So are you,’ he growled, kissing her back with equal passion. He didn’t even pull his mouth from hers as he cupped her buttocks with his strong hands and stood up. With his cock still embedded deep inside Zara, he carried her over to the shower, moving easily as though she weighed little more than a few pounds. Colin stepped into the cubicle, directly under the spray, and stood there letting water stream over them as his erection slowly subsided. As his cock slipped smoothly out of Zara, Colin gently lowered her until her feet were resting on the tiled floor.

  He took a handful of scented gel and smoothed it reverently over her body, one large hand tenderly rubbing her breasts while the other strayed downwards, slipping between her open thighs. His fingers burrowed between her legs, gradually invading her soft, wet depths, anointing them with the sweet-smelling gel.

  Zara strained forwards, pressing herself against Colin’s hard body. ‘Deeper,’ she begged. Colin complied, thrusting two then three fingers into her hungry cunt. ‘That’s so good,’ she gasped.

  She lifted her face to the water as Colin bent his knees, forcing yet another finger inside her. Zara moaned, splaying her hands across his chest, digging her nails into his hard muscles, while Colin’s bunched fingers thrust deeper, stretching her so completely that she could hardly bear the blissful torment. All the while he rubbed his fleshy thumb over her still-sensitive bud.

  Water streamed across her face, dribbling into her half-open mouth as the muscles in her pelvis began to clench spasmodically. Zara’s orgasm consumed her senses, and she felt as if the cubicle was rocking wildly around her as she clung on to Colin. He held her trembling body close until the violent spasms slowly subsided, and Zara became acutely conscious of his steadily growing erection as it dug into her trembling stomach. She wondered how he could recover so quickly. Some of her other lovers had been much younger than him, yet all had far less stamina than Colin.

  ‘Are you OK?’ he asked, looking down at her lovingly.

  ‘Fine,’ she replied, her voice a little shaky. ‘That was amazing. We should do it all over again, but first we need to talk.’

  ‘About what?’ he asked, pulling her out of the direct spray of the water, tenderly smoothing her wet hair away from her face.

  Zara wasn’t quite sure how to set about broaching the subject of Colin leaving the Princess Beatrice. She was just about to speak when a light tap on the bathroom door disturbed her train of thought.

  ‘Miss Dawn,’ said a male voice. ‘This is Dr Taylor. Are you all right?’

  ‘Fine,’ she half-shouted. ‘I was just taking a shower.’

  ‘Nurse Barker was worried. She seems to think you’ve been in there rather a long time.’

  Zara resented the disturbance, the intrusion on her privacy. ‘I’m OK,’ she insisted, running her fingers over Colin’s hardening shaft, feeling it jerk excitedly in her hands.

  ‘I just need a quick word if you wouldn’t mind,’ Ben shouted through the door again. ‘If you need help I can send nurse Barker in.’

  ‘They have a key to unlock the door from the outside,’ Colin mouthed a little anxiously.

  ‘That won’t be necessary, I’m coming out.’ Zara cast a regretful glance at Colin’s erect prick. ‘I’ll be back,’ she whispered. ‘Keep it hard and ready for me.’

  She stepped from the shower and slipped on her white bathrobe. Zara’s knees felt weak, her pussy ached and she had no desire to be with anyone but Colin as she tightened the belt of the robe and unlocked the bathroom door. She stepped into her room, pulling the door firmly shut behind her, having no wish for Colin’s presence to be discovered by Dr Taylor or anyone else for that matter.

  ‘What did you want, Dr Taylor?’ she asked, making it obvious she was unhappy at being disturbed, as she sat down at her dressing table to comb her damp hair.

  ‘It’s about your depression.’ He moved a chair and sat down beside her.

  Rather reluctantly she turned to face him. ‘It’s gone,’ she pointed out. ‘I’m fine as you can see.’

  ‘The surgery has made you feel better, I can understand that,’ he agreed. ‘And you look wonderful, but it’s likely your chronic condition may return again in the future. Depression as severe as yours isn’t just a mental state, it’s a malfunction of your brain chemistry.’

  ‘I’ve been told that before, doctor. If it returns again, I’m certain I can handle it,’ she insisted confidently.

  ‘And if you don’t?’

  ‘Then I’ll go back on the drugs.’

  ‘What would you say if I told you that I could cure it for good?’ he asked, staring at her intently. ‘There’s a new drug – called Ampesoman. It works in a similar way to Prozac, stimulating the serotonin levels, but with this drug the results appear to be permanent.’

  ‘And you think I should try it?’

  ‘Yes,’ he confirmed. ‘I can confidently say that if you do, you’ll never have to face depression again.’

  It had just started to drizzle with rain as Helen walked swiftly across the paved courtyard and into the main building. She was on her way to see Duncan, the third straight evening they had spent together.

  Last night she had dined in his room, and they spent the rest of the time having sex and talking for ages. Once again she’d been the dominant partner. Despite the fact that Duncan was gradually becoming more mobile, he seemed to enjoy letting Helen be in charge and taking the lead in their lovemaking – although he had teasingly promised Helen, when they’d spoken earlier, that he intended to get his own back on her tonight.

  As far as Helen knew, after she had spoken to Ralph the previous afternoon, he’d left the hospital and was by now back in New York. The fact that he had left confused her, because she was certain there was still a patient lodged in the annex. The place had now been declared off limits to most of the staff, with the same explanation she’d been given: there were problems with the structural integrity of one of the rooms. If Ralph wasn’t going to operate, why was the man still being kept here? If he was just unwell, there was surely no need to go to such trouble to conceal his presence from the staff.

  Tonight she had on a skimpy, provocative dress, chosen to incite Duncan, but to walk through the hospital she had covered it with her white doctor’s coat. She didn’t want her many visits to Duncan becoming too obvious. She wanted the staff to think that she was on call tonight and this was a professional visit.

  There were a number of different ways to reach the East Wing, including the corridor which passed the annex. Helen’s continued curiosity prompted her to choose that route. She climbed the stairs and paused in the stairwell, first peering cautiously through the glass panel of the door, mainly because she didn’t want to be seen checking the place out again. The sheet of plastic was still stretched across the entrance to the annex. Then she saw it brushed aside by an orderly pushing a trolley, containing a number of trays of half-eaten food. As the orderly left the annex, he was followed by two men: Ben Taylor and Ralph Kalowski. Deep in conversation the two doctors turned into the corridor that led to the East Wing. Helen waited for a few minutes then followed them, all the time asking herself if Ralph had lied to her? Had he ever intended to fly back to the States this morning?

  Once she reached the East Wing, she spotted Ben in the distance striding away from her, while Ralph was perched on a desk at the nurses’ station, leafing through a patient’s record file. ‘Ralph,’ Helen exclaimed, doing her best to sound surprised and pleased at the same time.

  Ralph glanced up, appearing a little uncomfortable on seeing her. ‘Helen,’ he acknowledged awkwardly, snapping the file shut. Before she could see the patient’s name on the front he quickly stuffed it in his briefcase.

  ‘I thought you were planning to fly back to New York this morning?’

  ‘Something came up, and I had to delay my f
light,’ he said as he stood up.

  ‘Nothing serious, I hope?’ she asked in all innocence.

  ‘No, not too serious,’ he assured her. ‘A minor financial matter cropped up that couldn’t wait until my return. As I was passing the hospital, I just popped in to sort out a couple of billing problems with the accounts department.’

  ‘They must be working late.’ She glanced at the clock, knowing full well accounts closed at 5 p.m. and it was now well past eight.

  ‘Overtime, I presume,’ he said, looking as though his mind wasn’t fully focused on their conversation. ‘You’re working late also?’

  ‘Actually I’m not on duty,’ she confessed. ‘I’m on my way to visit a relative of Max’s. His cousin was brought in a few days ago.’

  ‘You mean that actor fellow?’

  She nodded. ‘Yes, Duncan Paul. Max and I ran into him in London recently. I don’t know many people here yet, so we’ve been keeping each other company for an hour or so in the evenings.’

  ‘Max will appreciate your kindness.’

  Helen thought that most unlikely. ‘I’m sure he will,’ she replied. ‘When will you be returning to the States then?’

  ‘Probably tomorrow.’ Ralph glanced pointedly up at the clock.

  ‘Am I keeping you from an appointment?’

  ‘It’s a long drive back to town, and I have to pop into see my solicitor to sign some important papers. He’s cancelled a personal engagement just to see me, so I can’t be too late.’ Ralph frowned, then clicked open his briefcase and brought out a small gold-wrapped package. ‘I almost forgot. Max asked me to give this to you. I neglected to bring it with me yesterday, so I was planning to leave it for you at reception.’

  ‘That’s kind of you. Thank Max for me, will you, Ralph?’ She didn’t open the package, just slipped it in her pocket.

  ‘Now, I really must be leaving,’ Ralph said briskly.

  ‘Well, drive carefully,’ she said with a smile.

  ‘I always do,’ Ralph replied. ‘Goodbye, Helen.’

  ‘Bye, Ralph,’ she echoed as he walked towards the lifts.

  After Ralph had disappeared, Helen entered Duncan’s suite. She found him sitting in one of the armchairs appearing every inch the handsome movie star in black designer trousers and a blue silk shirt. The deep colour accentuated his tan and he looked extraordinarily fit and well, not at all as if he should still be here in hospital.

  ‘You’re late,’ he commented. ‘Not that I’m complaining,’ he added, placing a sheaf of papers on top of the pile already on the coffee table. ‘You were probably busy working.’

  ‘You’re busy too, by the look of it,’ Helen said, moving to stand beside his chair.

  ‘Just trying to work a few things out. At present the crews are managing to shoot around me, but it’s taking a lot of reorganisation. Because of my accident, all the action sequences not done by the stuntmen are having to be moved to the end of the shooting schedule. However, by that time we’re supposed to be at Shepperton studios working on the interiors. It’s as complicated as hell.’

  ‘It must be,’ she agreed. The only time Helen had been to a movie set she had thought that most of the people there seemed to spend all their time standing around doing virtually nothing. But she could appreciate how difficult it must be to have the star of the film out of action. ‘Are you in most of the scenes then?’

  ‘Luckily only about fifty per cent,’ Duncan replied. ‘I’m taking more of a back seat on this one. Let’s forget about work though. I thought we’d eat a little later tonight, if you don’t mind?’

  ‘What do you want to do now?’ she asked, although she knew by his wicked grin exactly what he had in mind. Casually she ran her fingers through his dark hair, caressing the nape of his neck. Just touching Duncan made her pulse race and her knees feel weak.

  Duncan turned to look at her, still grinning cheekily. ‘I’ve always fancied making love to you while you’re wearing your white coat, doc –’ he paused, then added ‘– and nothing else.’

  ‘Really?’ She laughed.

  ‘Yeah. So why don’t you strip right now. Take off everything but the coat and fulfil my fantasy.’

  ‘Maybe I don’t want to,’ she challenged, jumping back a couple of paces as he rose swiftly to his feet.

  ‘May I remind you that I’m in the driving seat tonight.’ He moved very nimbly, considering his ankle was still in plaster, catching her before she had a chance to step teasingly away from him.

  ‘I might not let you be,’ she countered, as he jerked her close. Duncan smelled of expensive cologne and she could see the tiny pulse beating at the base of his neck. ‘Careful,’ she warned, ‘You’re still officially classed as an invalid.’

  ‘Says who?’

  Duncan slid her white coat from one lightly tanned shoulder and bent to kiss her smooth skin. The neckline of her strappy dress was low, half revealing her breasts, and the garment was held up by two of the thinnest of thin shoestring straps.

  As Duncan pulled gently at the flimsy strap, she replied, ‘Says your doctor, and most probably the company insuring your movie. You did say their terms were very precise.’

  ‘Too damn precise. To hell with them.’ He pulled at the strap until the fabric started to tear at the seam that attached it to the front bodice of her dress. ‘Forgive me,’ he added, ripping it away so that the silky fabric slid downwards to expose one breast. ‘I hope the dress wasn’t too expensive.’

  ‘Who cares,’ she said dismissively. ‘It doesn’t matter anyway,’ she added, only interested in the thought of imminent sex. He ripped the other strap and the dress slid smoothly downwards, landing in a pool around her feet. Helen was left wearing only a brief pair of lemon lace panties and her white coat.

  ‘I now have every intention of demonstrating to my bossy doctor how well I actually am!’ Duncan growled as he cupped her naked breasts, stroking and kneading them with the palms of his hands, rubbing her nipples hard with his thumbs until her entire bosom throbbed with delight.

  ‘Do you?’ Her eyes glazed over as he pressed the heel of his hand against her pubis. ‘If you’re turned on by the sight of the white coat, perhaps you’d like me to hang a stethoscope around my neck as well?’ she teased, as he dug his fingers into the gusset of her panties, pressing the thin cotton between the lips of her sex.

  ‘I can’t think of anything erotic to do with a stethoscope,’ he countered, easing down her panties, letting them drop to the floor. ‘Can you?’

  ‘Not off hand,’ she managed to say. By now he was stroking her naked pussy, his fingers delving in the crack of her sex. She gave a moan of pleasure as he ran them along the moist channel until he reached her clit, pausing to rub it gently until she moaned again.

  Duncan kissed her with passion, while his fingers strayed further, teasingly stroking the paper-thin skin between her vagina and anus. The tickling bliss sent her senses spiralling out of control. ‘You’ll let me do anything I want?’ he whispered, pulling his hand back to burrow his fingers in the soft wet depths of her cunt.

  ‘Yes.’ She bore down against his fingers, her senses so titillated, her need for him so strong that she would agree to any demands he made of her.

  Duncan jerked her close, grinding his pelvis against her naked belly. She could feel the strength and size of his erection as he held her hard against him, his hands cupping her arse cheeks through the thick cotton of her white coat.

  ‘A hospital bed isn’t my idea of absolute comfort,’ he commented, gradually leading her into the adjoining room. ‘Apologies for not swinging you into my arms and carrying you, a la Richard Gere, but I doubt my ankle would stand up to that just yet.’

  ‘I’ll take a rain-check on that then,’ she said, suddenly finding herself sprawled across his bed, Duncan staring down at her with his compelling dark eyes.

  ‘You’d get loads more patients if you carried out all your consultations dressed like this,’ Duncan teased, joining her on the matt
ress.

  ‘You think so?’ She laughed, hardly able to believe she could feel so happy. ‘Ouch,’ she exclaimed as he pulled her close, and her hip made contact with a hard object in her coat pocket.

  ‘What’s wrong?’

  ‘This,’ she replied, removing the package Max had sent her.

  ‘A present for me, perchance?’ Duncan asked, smiling expectantly. ‘You shouldn’t have, Helen.’

  ‘I didn’t,’ she replied rather awkwardly.

  ‘I was just teasing, I wasn’t really expecting it to be for me,’ he said. ‘Don’t forget, I’m supposed to be an actor.’

  ‘It’s from Max. A colleague of his brought it over from the States.’

  ‘And you haven’t opened it yet?’ Duncan took the package and placed it on her stomach, watching it rise and fall with each breath she took. ‘Why not? After all he wrapped it very prettily.’

  She knew he was still teasing but that didn’t help. ‘Duncan, I just don’t want to be reminded of Max tonight.’

  She had already decided to break off her relationship with Max as soon as she saw him again. It was only now that she had come to realise how much she’d let Max rule her life in the past.

  ‘My poor cousin will be so disappointed,’ Duncan said, a rather cynical smile hovering on his lips as he looked thoughtfully at the package.

  ‘He won’t know.’

  ‘I reckon Max is pretty much in the dark about a lot of things at present.’ Duncan idly played with her pubic curls. ‘For instance, I doubt he’d ever guess what you’re doing right now.’

  ‘I don’t care if he knows everything,’ she said, desperate to feel those teasing fingers sliding between the lips of her sex. ‘Max and I are over and done with, I just haven’t got around to telling him yet. Frankly I’m not sure he’ll care overmuch. He doesn’t think of me as a person, he just likes to control people.’