Stalked By My Doctor: Just What The Doctor Ordered Novels & Stories

“I’ll check on you later, Lila. Rest.” The door closed, and the room felt empty. Too quiet. I let out a shaky breath and touched the spot on my chest where his hand had been. My skin still tingled. What was I doing? This man was my doctor. I was lying here broken, in a hospital gown that barely covered my thick thighs and soft belly. Yet my body was reacting like a woman who hadn’t been touched in years. I tried to push the thoughts away. I needed to focus on getting better. Not on the way Ethan Black looked at my curves like they were something special.

I said. “Well, are you ready to be fucked?” he asked me. “Oh, yes! Yes please!” I cried out, my pussy yearning to be filled. He smiled and walked back down to my still spread thighs, his erect cock bouncing slightly with each step. “I’m going to stuff that sexy pussy of yours full with my cock now, Nancy” the doctor said as he positioned himself between my thighs. His cock paused at my tight opening, pressing against the tight barrier. “Owww!” I cried out. “You’re too big. You won’t fit!”

She groaned at every thrust. Raven pushed me flat on the bed and hovered on my back. He pushed back inside with the sheets covering us. I buried my face in the pillow. My legs curled up as he fucked the living shit out of me. The door opened instantly. We both looked at it. The doctor stood there in shock. I looked away instantly. "We are busy. Come back later," he said. I chuckled lightly. "Or do you wanna join us?" He asked. The doctor quickly walked out in embarrassment. He grabbed my neck from behind and pressed it down. I winced.

Whenever a doctor wanted to have a talk, wasn’t it usually bad news? I glanced at Stella. Her brows were furrowed. She was thinking the same thing as me. She’d heard more than enough ‘talks’ from doctors over the past two months. She was as skeptical as I was. “What is it?” I asked. “Well,” Doctor Lish said, pulling up a chair and sitting down in front of us. “Please, take a seat.” I sat down on the medical bed. Stella plunked down beside. My hand instinctively reached for hers. For a moment, the doctor didn’t say anything. The clock ticked loudly, counting the seconds.

The doctor pretended like she didn't even notice anything. I climbed back onto the table and gently set my feet in the stirrups. It was a bit chilly in the room and I felt strange with my cock dangling there and my asshole partially exposed. But the doctor just made a few marks in her book and pretended like nothing was amiss. I respected her for that. It was all business now, no sympathy or anything else that could embarrass me now that I was naked.

"I'll take over from here Dr. Kennedy. Miss Stradmore will have assistance to the restroom, but the IV won't be necessary." The doctor gave me a quick look before departing the room like his medical coat was on fire. Okay, so maybe I could learn something from Tweedle Dumb. Or, grow another foot and intimidate everyone with size. "If my stalker grows a vagina, I'm now assured you can handle him. Just set the damn flowers on the table in the corner and let me get some sleep." Dammit, my voice went whiny, "Please." I closed my eyes unable to handle even a squint. The nerve of the man. Middle-aged women were not on my hit list.

The doctor smiled and stood when she saw them. “Oh Ms. Stacey, good to see you. Mr. Stanford!” She smiled at Liza and gave a little nod of greetings to Mike. “Hello Doctor.” Both Liza and Mike chorused together. “Please, have your seat.” The Doctor offered and they sat down. “So Ms. Stacey, you wanted to see me about your head...By the way, you are looking much better and I am glad for that. Obviously, sending you home was the best decision we could have made for you, you are positively glowing.” The doctor complimented.

I was tired of dealing with paparazzi and cameras everywhere I went. "I do hope it remains that way, Mia, i can't handle any more scandal news" I politely told Mia "Mrs. Klein" the doctor called I stood up, holding firm to Mia's hand as I stepped into the office. "Please have a seat" the doctor urged as I shifted uncomfortable. "Is it another Flu doctor, I have been having those lately" I quickly chipped in The doctor smiled, taking a seat. "Mrs. Klein, Flu has to stop somewhere, am sure it’s not" She glanced through my report before staring back at me, a broad smile on her face.

I nodded, because there was nothing else left to do with my face, and let her go. "Mrs. Stanton." The doctor didn't bother sitting down when he came in. He flipped through my chart without looking up. "I have to say, you're either remarkably careless with your health, or you have a death wish. Which is it?" "I fell down the stairs." He looked up then, and something in the set of his mouth told me he'd heard that excuse from a hundred women before him and believed none of them.

“She’s sick.” I frowned slightly. The way he said it— Like it was something serious. Like I had a disease or something. I looked away. The doctor walked closer. “Miss,” he said. I forced a small smile. “Hi.” He set his bag down and got to work. Checking things. My pulse. My breathing. That cold thing against my chest— Stethoscope. I stared at him as he moved around like this was something urgent. It felt unnecessary. It’s just a cold.