Fifteen, Her Older Sheikh (Sheikh Breaks My Heart #9)

Fifteen

S FI's app leads me to a paid parking lot just a few blocks away from my college, and I can only shake my head when I see a big, black, badass-looking van rumbling in wait at Slot #15A.

I've tried to imagine what a man like Dr. Somebody would be driving, but never did it cross my mind that he could be driving a private freaking ambulance.

The automated doors slowly slide open, and my breath catches as soon as I see Dr. Somebody. He's in scrubs again, but this time I'm thinking it's his actual scrubs since they're a perfect fit .

Unfortunately.

He offers a hand to help me up, and my heart skips a beat as his fingers tighten around mine.

The door slides close behind me as I join him inside, and I can feel him devouring me with his gaze.

"Hello again, Temptation."

God, I love his accent.

"Hello, Doctor." I don't even have to fake being breathless as I speak, since that's what he does to me without even trying.

"I received additional notes about your case just a couple of minutes ago."

Did he, now?

"Would you like to take a look?"

Oh, shit.

He was actually serious?

What are you up to, SFI?

Dr. Somebody shows me his phone, and I can feel my cheeks heating up when I read what's written.

Oral application of treatment strongly advised.

Green eyes gleam down at me. "I hope this is acceptable?"

Real-life Leah is just dying to say 'hell, no' even if it's merely out of pride, but since Temptation has the luxury of being completely honest in her innocence—-

I blink up at him and cock my head questioningly. "Only if you think it will help me, Doctor."

He says 'absolutely' without the slightest trace of guilt, and that's how I find myself sitting on the edge of a stretcher while Dr. Somebody covers my eyes with a blindfold.

"Can you still see anything?"

"No, Doctor."

"In that case..."

My heart starts to race at the purr in his tone. I just know he's about to say something outrageously hot—-

"I'd like you to get down on your fours on the stretcher."

And thank God, I'm right.

"Can you do that now, Temptation?"

"Y-Yes, Doctor."

I can already feel myself getting wet between the legs as I turn around, but since I don't want to accidentally fall off the stretcher, I'm only able to move slowly and clumsily until I've finally done as he asked.

"Very good."

My body jerks as he reaches for me from behind, and a whimper escapes me as his big, strong hands slowly cover the cheeks of my ass.

"Do you remember the first time we talked on the phone?"

Why is he talking about that all of a sudden?

"You did something that merited punishment..."

He doesn't even give me a chance to react or properly digest his words, with his hand striking down as he slaps my ass.

"Doctor!"

SLAP!

My ass hurts like it's never hurt before.

SLAP!

While I can't say he's being inordinately cruel or violent, I can't say he's being particularly gentle either, and oh dear God—-

SLAP!

I'll probably sound shameless again for admitting this, but I love the way he's spanking my ass.

SLAP!

Tears sting my eyes even as my pussy begins to quiver and drip.

SLAP!

A cry spills past my lips when I feel him reaching for my panties under my skirt.

SLAP!

I can only writhe as I feel him pushing the moist scrap of cotton all the way down to my ankles.

SLAP!

He spanks my ass again, but it's different this time because it's his bare hand connecting with my equally bare ass.

God, oh God.

Each spank is more forceful than the last one, and my ass is burning so hard I can no longer see anything past my tears. The pain from each blow makes me dizzy, but the pleasure I get from it is just as intense.

"Does that hurt, Temptation?"

"Yes, " I sob out even as my knees start to tremble, and I'm struggling to stay upright.

"But you understand, don't you?"

Understand what?

"Punishment is also a form of treatment—-"

SLAP!

It's just too much this time, and as I plead for him to stop, he does stop...but only because he's already intending to flip me around, and—-

Aaaah!

My back falls back against the stretcher as he tosses my legs over his shoulders.

"D-Doctor!"

I never thought sex could turn me into a screamer, but how can it not...when he's started eating my cunt like he's starving for it?

"Oh God, Doctor..."

My head tosses and turns. My body twists and writhes in agony. And moan after moan slips past my lips because he's eating me oh so good, and I just don't know how long I'll be able to handle this much pleasure.

"Doctor, please!"

But all this does is make him laugh against my swollen folds even as his tongue thrusts faster and harder inside of me.

He obviously knows he has me enslaved, but I can't seem to make myself care.

All I know is that I never want him to stop eating me.

Never want him to stop fucking me with his tongue.

I never want this to end, ever... but that's exactly what happens, the moment I feel him pinch my clit just as his tongue stabs past the throbbing folds of my pussy one last time.

I FEEL LIKE dying while waving goodbye as Dr. Somebody drives out of the parking lot. Real-life Leah doesn't do cute waves like this, but sweet, innocent Temptation?

She totally has to, since her dear Dr. Somebody has managed to make her cum treat her thrice in their thirty-minute session.

That's like one orgasm every ten minutes, and the thought has me smiling rather foolishly to myself as I start walking back to class.

I still have one subject left, and—-

No. No. No.

All thoughts about Dr. Somebody vanish the moment I hear my phone ring.

Not my usual phone, but my other phone.

The one that only rings...when somebody needs to call me because Io has me listed as her emergency contact.

It's that phone that's ringing, and my head is already spinning and pounding at the same time as I listen to it ring and ring and ring like it's dying to tell me news that will kill me.

No. No. No.

It feels like the past all over again.

I try my best to fight it, but just taking the phone out of my purse already has me falling to my knees.

"H-Hello?"

"Good afternoon. Is this Ms. Leah Raptis?"

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

I whisper 'yes' and wait for the figurative axe to fall as the pounding in my head worsens, and my vision starts getting blurry.

This is it, then.

This is it.

This is...the phone company I'm hearing on the other end, asking me where I'd like to pick up my new iPhone.

Err...what?

The call lasts for a few moments, but my heart still won't stop thumping against my chest.

"Temptation?"

Dr. Somebody steps into view, and all I can do is stare at him since I'm already in shock.

He tries pulling me up, but my whole body just feels too heavy, and he ends up crouching down on one knee instead.

"Are you alright?"

I start to say 'yes' out of habit...when I suddenly realize I have no reason to lie. Why bother pretending to be strong when Dr. Somebody is just a stranger?

And so I hear myself ask, "Since I'm on my knees in public for no apparent reason, do you think I'm okay?"

A moment passes before his lips crack out a smile.

"Am I still talking to Temptation?"

Oh.

Shit.

That somehow startles a laugh out of me, and before I know it, I'm back in his ambulance, and the words just come rushing out. I tell him about having someone sick in the family, and and how I've gotten so used to worrying about her that the smallest things have been freaking me out.

I wait for him to tell me I'm stupid.

Or at least tell me what else I should do to get better.

But all he does instead is nod. "That's normal."

"You're kidding, right?"

"The world would be a better place if there were more people like you. I've seen too many patients die without anyone beside them. It would've made all the difference to them if they had someone like you by their side."

"But what about the headaches?" I ask shakily.

"They're only there because you're trying to do the impossible," Dr. Somebody points out calmly, "which is fixing what doesn't need fixing."

His words are strikingly familiar, and I suddenly remember how Karen once told me the same thing.

You need the right mindset to start with. You have NOTHING to fix.

I had agreed with her that time, but I realize now I was only telling her the things I knew she wanted to hear.

But in truth, I hadn't believed her at all, and all this time I was secretly convinced that something was wrong with me.

Dr. Somebody suddenly cups my face with his hands, and his next words nearly break me.

"Learn to live with your worries, Temptation. Embrace your fears. Live with it, and move on."

I'm crying before he's even finished speaking, and it's all because I know what he's saying is true.

Oh God.

Now that he's spelled everything out so clearly, I almost feel like laughing at how silly I've been acting all this time, thinking that I had to stop worrying about Io.

Why did I even think that was possible, since not worrying about my sister would also mean I've also stopped caring for her?

I look up at Dr. Somebody, and there's only one thing I can think of saying.

"I'm glad you're a doctor."

"And I'm glad you were an idiot—-"

I choke back a laugh.

"—-because I've come to realize it's your idiotic desire to stop worrying that made you sign up with SFI."

His ability to effortlessly switch from gentleman to jerk makes me laugh like always, and I no longer feel like dying when I find myself waving goodbye to him for the second time around.

I feel like an entire planet's worth of problems has been lifted off my shoulders, and that's why...

Your request for face-to-face consultation has been submitted.

Please stand by for confirmation from your doctor.

Only a few seconds have passed before my phone starts vibrating, and the first notification I see is from SFI's app.

Your doctor has approved your request.

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