Doctor's Orders (BDSM / Medical Play) Read Free Page A

kept thinking this had to be a joke, but when she mentioned my husband, I realized that he wasn’t as okay with the divorce as I first assumed. He had some mental health angle he intended to play. Well, I wasn’t about to have any of that. Inhaling, I was about to kick these people out of my house.
    I didn’t care about what sort of paperwork they thought they had. I was not crazy, and I was not sick, and I was not going to report to some clinic so that my soon-to-be ex-husband could try to convince me I was making a mistake.
    Valerie darted closer, faster than I could react. She jabbed the syringe outward in a flash of movement, and I felt a prick of pain against the side of my neck. I opened my mouth to protest, but then my knees gave out, and the world grew fuzzy around me. I might have fallen and hit the floor except Tony jumped out and grabbed me up.
    “How’s our patient?” I heard from behind me. It was Adrian’s voice.
    My husband approached us with the utmost confidence even as I struggled to regain the use of my body. I had no idea what kind of drug they had injected me with, but I was absolutely convinced that I could fight off its effects if only I tried hard enough. I didn’t think of the world in terms of chemicals or biological reactions, not like Adrian.
    “Doctor,” Valerie said with a little bow that was almost a curtsy. I might have been more annoyed if they weren’t right in the process of kidnapping me. “She’s fine. I think she was going to get a bit fussy, but we seem to have her under control now.”
    “Three cc’s of Setzazine?” he asked.
    I tried to swallow or move my arms, but my entire body felt like dead weight. Tony kept me aloft as my husband leaned over me. He pulled the pen light from his pocket, flicked it on, and shined it in my eyes. “Beautiful. A perfect reaction,” he said. The other two relaxed a little bit, which made sense since he was their boss. Their careers thrived or died by his word.
    The doctor touched my wrist, and I could tell he was checking my pulse, counting out the beats per minute. As the three of them waited, I fought to regain some motor control. Moving along the length of my body, I found my toes, feet, knees, hips, wrists, and even my fingers all unresponsive. Fear might have set in except I refused to panic. Instead, I embraced anger and tried to scream at them. My lips opened, but I couldn’t get any sound out, not even a squeak.
    “Let’s get her on the gurney, then we can take her in,” Adrian said.
    When I heard those words, the panic started to creep in. I managed to turn my head and face Adrian. I kept hoping that he’d smirk at me or flash some indication this was a joke despite all evidence to the contrary. My eyes were big and wet, but when he didn’t react to my silent expression, anger flared through me.
    I tried to coax it out, to think about how he was going to be my ex-husband. He had no right to do this to me! Irritation burned at the back of my neck and down the length of my back as I tried to shrug Tony away from me. Again, my rebellious muscles refused to move, but I fought the drug’s effects anyway. I could do this, I kept thinking. If I just fought hard enough, I could make those nerve impulses work through my body and overcome whatever chemical blockers they had injected me with.
    Valerie kindly opened the front door and left for a few seconds.
    “I can tell that you’re fighting,” Adrian told me once she was gone. Tony still held me up like some of marionette puppet. “But you won’t be able to beat the drugs. It’s cute that you keep trying, but what you should really do is listen to me right now.”
    My eyes focused on him, his face, and nothing else. Doctor Adrian Brent, my husband and now the man who had legally taken me captive. “You are mine. You tried to cheat me. I realize that now, but now it’s time to pay the price.” He stretched forward and kissed my forehead. It could have been such a sweet