Drake Restrained(17)

"Ouch!" she said when I moved her ankle to the left, testing to see if there was any tissue damage.

I glanced up at her. "That hurts?"

She nodded.

"What about this way?" I twisted it the other way, gently this time.

"Not as much."

Besides some abrasions on both her knees and palms, she was otherwise fine. "Don't think it's broken," I said and sat up. "You might as well take off those nylons. I'll have to treat those lacerations."

"Oh, yeah."

She hesitated for a moment and then I realized why. She didn’t want me to watch her remove her nylons.

"Oh." I glanced away, unable to stop from smiling guiltily.

I was a doctor, yes. Most of the time, when faced with a patient in distress, I was able to put on my doctor cap and stethoscope and be completely professional, even when dealing with a beautiful young woman. I was able to shut off the man almost completely.

But to her I was only a man claiming to be a doctor – a man who only seconds earlier had thought of her naked and helpless body in a scene that involved bondage and dominance…

I wondered what she would think if she knew my thoughts. Would she run away from me in horror? Would she be too curious and take a chance?

That way was dangerous, as I had learned with my ex-wife. It was very difficult to introduce the idea of kink to a woman you barely knew, let alone one you thought you knew inside and out.

I turned my head, folding my hands on my lap, trying to appear as harmless as possible while she unfastened the garters and rolled down the nylons. I watched her out of the corner of my eye, unable to resist peeking, but she caught me.

She cleared her throat. "Excuse me?"

"Sorry." I turned my head away again, grinning widely. "Just don’t get to see real garters very often."

"My best friend made me wear them," she said, her voice amused. "Now she'll be pissed that I ruined her nylons."

"It's a shame they were destroyed," I said, trying to sound serious but failing utterly to hide my amusement. "I especially like the ones with the seam up the back. Really retro."

Once her stockings were off and she repositioned herself so that her thighs were covered by her coat and dress, I examined her calves, looking for any sign of a fracture. I checked her kneecaps, but they were fine was well.

"Calves and knees look great." I bit my lip to keep from grinning widely and left her on the bed, going to the en-suite bathroom to look for some supplies. I checked in the cabinets and drawers for something to clean her wounds and found a bottle of peroxide and some cotton balls, gauze and bandages. I wet a washcloth and brought everything back to the bed, using the cloth to clean off the dirt, the hydrogen peroxide to clean the wounds.

"What kind of doctor are you?" she asked, her voice light.

"Neurosurgeon."

"So you cut up brains?"

I laughed. "Something like that," I said, amused at the way the public thought of neurosurgeons. "I don’t cut them up as much as fix them. Robotically-assisted electrophysiology is my specialty. Using electrodes to treat disorders like Parkinson's and epilepsy. You're thinking pathologist. But don’t worry," I said as I washed her cuts. "We also learned to look after superficial wounds. And I have a truckload of insurance, just in case you're wondering…"

I finished tending her, conscious of her gaze on me, and when I glanced up, she looked away, her cheeks reddening once more. She was a shy little thing but so pretty with the soft golden brown hair, full lips, small youthful features. She bent forward to hold her dress and coat over her lap and I couldn’t help but notice her ample cleavage once more.

Delicious.

I wished once more that she were submissive…

"You'll be fine," I said finally, as I finished taping up her cuts. "Don't need stitches. Just a bit of antibiotic ointment and a few bandages. But you should rest your ankle." I stood up and regarded her. "Are you going to stay or do you need a ride home?"

"I better stay," she said, her voice soft. "Do you know who Elaine is? Can you ask her to come and speak to me?"

I nodded. "Sure. If that ankle doesn't get markedly better in a couple of days, you might want to get an x-ray. Can't do anything for a broken bone in your foot but rest it. You could probably use some crutches."

I smiled and left her on the bed, but what I really wanted to do was push her down on it and run my hands over every inch of her from head to foot, slipping one beneath her skirt to feel the garters, and her panties. I wanted to pull down her bodice and push my face between her breasts, bite her nipples softly to hardness and suck on them until she moaned with delight.