“Now, let’s see if we can get you nice and wet again,” the doctor said as Jackson moved his hand between Lindy’s legs. Running a finger along her slit, he explored between the plump, tender lips, mapping out every inch of the moist pink flesh within. As he found the sensitive bud of her clitoris, Lindy tensed and, without thinking, slapped her hand over his, to still his movements.
Shaking her head, the doctor clucked her tongue in annoyance.
“We don’t have time for these pointless displays of modesty,” she scolded. “I think you ought to tie her hands.”
A searing look from Jackson halted any protest Lindy might have made and she knew that she had blown her opportunity to show she could comply as he quickly unknotted the vibrant blue tie he was wearing and began to wrap it around her wrists. Then he pulled her arms up over her head and tied the other end of the long, thin strip of fabric around one of the iron bars in the bed frame, making sure she was completely secure.
Helpless to interfere in what would happen next, Lindy felt an unexpected shiver of arousal coursing through her.
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