Her Older Sheikh (Sheikh Breaks My Heart #9)

Eight

I can't believe I'm doing this.

The words echo endlessly in my brain even as I disrobe in front of the full-length mirror, just as Dr. Somebody ordered.

My pajama top falls first, followed by its matching bottom. My fingers tremble as I unhook my bra, and all that's left now are my panties, which I slowly wriggle out of.

Oh God.

I lift my gaze to my reflection.

Naked.

I'm really naked.

"Are you done, Temptation?"

I have a feeling he isn't really asking me a question. It's like he knows. Like he's completely attuned to my every heartbeat, and so he knows the exact moment my pulse leaps in a mixture of terror and excitement...as I stare at my bare flesh under a solitary beam of incandescent lighting.

It's almost as if I'm on stage and under the spotlight. Almost like I'm about to perform or something. Then again, that's kinda what I've signed up to do. If Dr. Somebody says 'jump', my role as Temptation means all I can ask in return is 'how high'.

The thought should've made me shrink or run away, but my nipples are all pointed instead while my thighs are visibly trembling. I'm aching all over, but more importantly than everything else—-

I'm distracted.

I'm just so distracted that my cancer-free sister having a lovely time under the Greek sun is the last thing in my mind, and it's this that makes me whisper, "Yes, Doctor. I'm naked now."

"Excellent."

His tone is actually clinical, and I'm torn between laughing nervously and whimpering.

"Now...please train your gaze on your vulva."

My...vulva?

"I'm talking about your pussy, Temptation."

Oh.

God.

It's my first time to hear him say that word, and the sheer filthiness of it is just...it's just very much like him.

How is it that everything about this stranger threatens and seduces me at the same time?

"Are you looking at your pussy now?"

My gaze strays down as commanded.

"Y-Yes."

"Will you describe to me how it looks like?"

The question alone makes my body tighten, and that includes said pussy, which I have no idea how to describe.

"I d-don't think I can..."

"I'm not giving you a choice, Temptation."

His tone has become even gentler, but it's also this that makes me shiver.

"Describe it to me, please."

Oh God.

I bite my lip as my gaze drifts over my womanhood.

"If you need a little help..."

"Yes," I say quickly.

"Then start with the color of your flesh."

"P-pale. And pink."

A moment passes.

"And your labia majoria?"

"M-My w-what?"

"The outer folds of your pussy," Dr. Somebody explains in the same clinical voice. "How are they?"

"They're... wet."

"How wet?"

"Um..."

"Is it wet enough to make your flesh glisten?"

Oh. God. Yes.

I'm not even aware that I've whimpered the words out until I hear him ask, "Are you alright, Temptation? You sound rather...distraught."

I nearly laugh.

Distraught?

Nuh-uh.

It's more like I'm desperately drowning in desire, but since I haven't the guts to be that blunt—-

"I'm a-alright," is all I can stammer, even as the mere sound of his voice makes my 'labia majoria' swell like it's begging to be kissed...or spanked.

"I know this is a lot for you, but we must continue with your self-examination. For your own good, of course."

The words 'yeah right' are brimming on my lips, but I can't let myself say them...since that would mean the end of Temptation, and real-life Leah waking up to this oh-so-dirty "encounter".

"Now that I have a good idea of the state of your vulva, I'll need you to confirm other things... by touch. "

Just hearing him say the words make me feel embarrassed and horny, and oh, when I think of what he's about to ask me to touch—-

"Do you know what a clitoris is, Temptation?"

My heart pounds against my chest as I whisper 'yes'.

"And you know where to find it?"

"Yes, Doctor." Why is it so strangely liberating to say these words?

"And...have you ever touched it?"

"I..."

"The truth, Temptation."

My eyes squeeze shut as I make the most shameful admission. "I have. But never...directly."

"Why?"

The answer to that makes me squirm.

Do I really need to tell him?

But...

If I don't, wouldn't that mean I'm letting 'Leah' overrule Temptation?

A few more seconds pass before the words finally coming tumbling out of my mouth.

"I was shy ."

"Of touching yourself?"

"Yes," I choke out.

"Why?"

" Because. "

"Was someone watching you while you were doing it?"

I can only cut him off with a gasp. "No, of course not!"

"Or perhaps you've allowed someone to listen—-

"Doctor!"

"Then why were you feeling shy?"

Am I imagining things...or is that a hint of amusement I can hear from his voice?

My first thought is to snarl at him, but because I remember just in time that a girl like Temptation does not snarl—-

"Please don't laugh at me, Doctor."

I think...that's the first time in my life I've ever pouted, and I'm not sure what to feel about it.

"I apologize, Temptation. I wasn't laughing at you at all."

Ha!

Who's the one lying now?

"I know it's improper for me to admit to this—-"

Oh God.

His voice is all thick with lust again, and the sound has my pussy so, so wet I can feel moisture trickling down my thighs.

"But I actually found your explanation rather...adorable."

Adorable?

Real-life Leah would've hated being adorable, but Temptation?

The poor girl is just so sweet and dumb that she doesn't even realize it's indeed improper for a doctor to say such a thing to his patient. All she cares about is that this doctor with the world's sexiest voice is telling her she's adorable, and so all I hear myself say in the end—-

"Oh, Doctor. Really? "

The breathlessness of my tone makes me blush and squirm.

I can't believe I'm finding it so, so easy to play along like this, but at the same time I just don't want it to ever end.

"It's true, Temptation. I hope you don't mind me admitting this?"

"Why should I?"

"Because I'm your doctor, and you're my patient. Some would say that saying such a thing isn't right."

"But you're different, Doctor."

I can't help staring at my reflection as I utter the words with fake wide-eyed innocence...even as more wetness streaks down the inner side of my legs.

"Didn't you tell me that all you want is to make me feel better?"

"I did, yes," Doctor Somebody acknowledges.

"Then why should I doubt you?"

"Why indeed..."

The way he drawls the words out makes me blush, and my embarrassment only grows as I watch my cheeks turn pink through my reflection on the mirror.

"Well, Temptation...I do hope you mean that, since I'm about to ask you something that will likely make you feel shy again."

Liquid heat begins to pool between my thighs.

"I know of a certain treatment that I'd like you to try," he murmurs, "just to see if it's enough to alleviate your discomfort."

"O-Oh..."

"But once again..."

His voice lowers a notch, and even though it's the most subtle of changes, it's still more than enough to make me feel like he's this invisible presence all around me as he asks, "May I remind you about the need to follow my instructions to the letter? It's imperative that you do exactly as I say."

"I understand, Doctor." My tone comes out so perfectly meek, it almost has me believing I don't have a single rebellious bone in my body.

"Then let's start with your clit."

Oh God .

"I want you to slowly reach for it. Familiarize yourself with its shape. Its feel ."

My hand starts to move, and my breath catches as I find that tiny, sensitive nub of flesh.

"Are you doing as I say?"

"Y-Yes, Doctor."

"And how does it feel, now that you're touching directly touching your clit?"

"It...feels small. And sensitive," I say almost inaudibly. "And soft."

"Just soft?"

"And hard," I choke out. "It's soft and hard at the same time."

"Are you feeling shy again?"

My sexy, mysterious doctor is purring, and I can't get enough of it.

"Yes, Doctor." I nearly moan the words out.

" Ah ."

He makes me want him more and more every time he says that, and I'm starting to think he knows this.

"That means you're ready for your... treatment. "

I'm dying to say 'yeah right' again, but since I'm still playing the role of sweet, simple Temptation—-

"I'm so happy to hear that, Doctor."

"I'm sure you are."

The words have me torn between snarling and squirming, but everything ceases to matter once I hear him say—-

"Start rubbing your clitoris."

Oh God.

"And in order to keep you from being shy, I'd like you to imagine that I'm the one rubbing it as you do."

Just thinking about what he's asking me to do makes me moan with excitement, but when I finally do as he says, and I let myself imagine that it's his fingers which are rubbing my clit—-

The pleasure is beyond anything I've ever imagined, and so I only last a couple of strokes before orgasm tears me apart.

"Oh God, Doctor."

I'm not sure how much time has passed before my orgasm finally releases me from its all-consuming hold, and I feel like I'm emerging from some kind of hypnotic daze as I sway slightly on my feet.

"Since the treatment appears effective, I'll be sending you a prescription for it..."

How is he so good at saying such things with a straight face? Does that mean this isn't his first time to do some role-playing before having sex?

The thought makes my chest tighten for some reason, and I wonder if maybe Nik's right, and something is wrong with me.

"You can use this treatment as often as needed," Dr. Somebody goes on to say, "but it won't be enough to cure your condition."

I know what he's suggesting, but...

"If you'd like to be cured, we'll need to schedule a face-to-face consultation, and the sooner, the better, too."