The dim light of the private medical room cast long shadows across the sterile white walls, the faint hum of the air conditioning the only sound breaking the oppressive silence. Jasmine strode in, her heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor, her posture rigid with the kind of irritation that could ignite a room. She was a vision of barely contained fury—dark curls tumbling over her shoulders, sharp brown eyes scanning the space with disdain, and a crimson blouse that clung to her curves like a challenge. She wasn’t here by choice. The necessity of this enema procedure gnawed at her pride, and she was already itching to get it over with.
“Welcome, Ms. Carter,” came a voice, smooth as sin and dripping with amusement. James leaned against the counter, arms crossed, his white coat doing little to hide the lean, confident frame beneath. His smirk was a weapon, crooked just enough to make her want to slap it off his face. “I’ve been expecting you.”
Jasmine’s eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a sneer as she dropped her purse onto a chair with a deliberate thud. “Oh, spare me the charm, Doc. I’m not here for a date. Let’s get this humiliating little ritual over with before I lose what’s left of my dignity.”
James chuckled, pushing off the counter and sauntering closer, his gaze flicking over her with an appraising glint that made her skin prickle. “Humiliating? Come now, Jasmine. It’s just a simple procedure. I’m a professional. You’re in good hands.” He held up said hands, fingers flexing with a teasing wiggle that made her roll her eyes so hard she nearly strained something.
“Professional, my ass,” she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest, which only served to draw his attention there for a fleeting, infuriating second. “You look like you’re enjoying this way too much already. What’s next, a popcorn bucket and a front-row seat?”
He grinned, unfazed, as he gestured toward the examination table. “Only if you’re offering to be the main event. Now, if you’ll kindly disrobe and lie down, we can get started. Unless you’d rather stand there and keep sassing me. I’ve got all day.”
Jasmine huffed, her cheeks flushing with a mix of anger and something she refused to name as she kicked off her heels and began unbuttoning her blouse with sharp, jerky movements. “You’re insufferable. Do you flirt with every patient, or am I just the lucky one who gets to endure your ego?”
“Only the ones who bite back,” he shot back, his voice low and teasing as he turned to prepare the equipment, giving her a moment of privacy she didn’t ask for but appreciated. “And you, darling, have teeth sharper than a shark. I’m just trying to keep up.”
She muttered a string of colorful curses under her breath as she shed her clothes down to her underwear, folding them with exaggerated care just to delay the inevitable. Climbing onto the table, she lay on her side, her body tense as a coiled spring. “Let’s just get this done, Casanova. And keep your commentary to yourself.”
James turned back, his smirk still firmly in place as he approached with a tray of supplies. “No promises. Now, try to relax. I know that’s a foreign concept to you, but—”
“Relax?” she interrupted, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she squirmed, unable to stay still. “I’m about to have a tube shoved up my—oh, hell no, don’t even finish that sentence. Just do your job, and do it fast.”
He raised an eyebrow, watching her fidget with growing amusement. “Jasmine, if you keep wiggling like that, I’m going to have to restrain you. I can’t work with a moving target.”
Her head snapped up, eyes blazing. “Restrain me? Are you out of your damn mind? I’m not some damsel in a bad B-movie. I’ll stay still, okay? Just… hurry up!”
But she didn’t. Her nerves betrayed her, her body shifting again as she tried to brace herself for the indignity. James sighed, shaking his head as he reached for a set of soft leather straps from a nearby drawer. “I warned you. This is for your own safety—and mine. Can’t have you kicking me in the face mid-procedure.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed, but her protest was cut short as he deftly secured her wrists to the sides of the table, his touch firm but surprisingly gentle. Her ankles followed, leaving her immobilized, her chest heaving with a mix of outrage and something hotter, deeper, that she refused to acknowledge.
“There we go,” James murmured, stepping back to admire his handiwork, his tone mockingly satisfied. “Much better. Now, let’s see if we can’t make this a little less… tense.”
Jasmine glared daggers at him, her voice a low growl. “I swear, if you don’t stop looking at me like I’m a damn buffet, I’ll find a way to untie myself and strangle you with these straps.”
He laughed, a rich, warm sound that only fueled her irritation as he pulled on a pair of gloves with a snap. “Tempting offer, but I’ve got work to do. Try to breathe, Jasmine. I’m starting now.”
His fingers were cool against her skin as he began, applying lubricant with a deliberate, almost maddening slowness. She bit her lip, determined not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, but her body had other ideas. A shiver ran through her, subtle but undeniable, and she knew he noticed. His smirk widened as he worked, his touch lingering just a fraction longer than necessary.
“Feeling okay there, Ms. Carter?” he asked, his voice dripping with faux innocence as he glanced at her face. “You’re awfully quiet all of a sudden. Cat got your tongue?”
“Shut. Up,” she ground out, her cheeks burning as she fought to keep her composure. “Just focus on your damn job and stop trying to get a rise out of me.”
“Oh, I think I’m already succeeding at that,” he quipped, his fingers brushing against a particularly sensitive spot as he prepared for the enema tube. Her sharp intake of breath was impossible to hide, and he didn’t miss it, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Relax, darling. I’m just making sure everything’s… properly in place.”
Her jaw clenched, but the heat pooling low in her belly was harder to ignore now, especially when his touch shifted, his fingers sliding with a teasing slowness to a place that had nothing to do with the procedure. She gasped, her body arching despite herself, and he raised an eyebrow, all mock surprise.
“Well, well,” he drawled, his voice a low purr as he continued the subtle, deliberate exploration. “Looks like someone’s enjoying this more than they’re letting on. Care to admit it, or should I keep testing the theory?”
“You’re a bastard,” she spat, but the words lacked their usual venom, undercut by the breathy moan that slipped out as his fingers pressed just right. She hated him for it—hated how her body was betraying her, how every sharp retort she threw at him only seemed to egg him on.
“And you’re a delight,” he shot back, his tone teasing but laced with something darker, hungrier, as he leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Keep talking, Jasmine. I love hearing that mouth of yours, even when it’s cursing me out. Or especially then.”
She turned her head to glare at him, but the effect was ruined by the flush on her cheeks, the way her lips parted on another involuntary sound as his touch grew bolder. “You’re crossing a line, James. Don’t think I won’t make you regret this.”
“Oh, I’m counting on it,” he replied, his smirk pure devilry as he withdrew his hand just enough to leave her aching, her body screaming for more even as her mind roared with indignation. “But for now, let’s finish what we started. Unless you’d rather keep playing this game?”
Jasmine’s eyes burned with a mix of fury and raw, undeniable want, her voice a low hiss as she struggled against the restraints. “Finish it, you smug bastard. But don’t think this is over. I’m going to own you for this.”
James chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down her spine as he resumed the procedure with a maddening mix of professionalism and provocation. “I look forward to it, darling. I really do.”
The tension hung thick in the air, a charged battlefield of lust and power, as Jasmine lay bound and bothered, caught between the sharp edge of her anger and the intoxicating pull of desire. This was only the beginning, and they both knew it.
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