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That made him happy in a way that went well beyond professional pride. Doing his best to return his thoughts to her treatment, he followed up on his previous question.

“Do you masturbate frequently, Kirsten?”

Her blush deepened further, and he assumed that meant the answer was yes, but this turned out to be one of the rare instances where his clinical instinct proved incorrect.

“No, doctor, I don’t. It just doesn’t feel… it doesn’t satisfy me when I do it myself.”

Dr. Harris was not often surprised, but he was surprised by this.

He had assumed she was masturbating at least daily if not more frequently based on the intensity of her sexual responses so far. He wondered for a second if she might be lying, but her tone told him that she wasn’t. She actually sounded embarrassed, almost apologetic, as if she thought her answer was supposed to be different and she was worried she might disappoint him.

Perhaps she could be faking that emotion to avoid admitting to touching herself frequently, but he frankly doubted that she was capable of that level of subterfuge, especially after everything that had already taken place during the examination.

He stood for a moment, pondering what to say next. Her answer to his question told him that his treatment was going to be even more effective than usual, but more importantly, it was clear this beautiful creature needed a man in her life who would make her come hard and often.

Putting aside any attempt at a stern demeanor for a moment, he rested a hand gently on her bare shoulder. The warmth of her skin underneath his fingers sent a wave of what felt like electricity up his arm. She had relaxed into his touch, and he had liked that quite a damn bit.

Pull it together. You are a doctor, not some lovestruck teenager.

Kirsten seemed to flinch for a second, and he realized she must have seen the stern expression pass over his face as he scolded himself. With effort, he returned his face to a clinically neutral expression, but then unbidden his expression transformed to one of gentle reassurance.

Kirsten visibly relaxed, and he liked that very much.

“I was already pretty certain of what was causing your procrastination with important tasks, Kirsten, but now the diagnosis is even more clear. When you deny your body’s needs, the energy that is meant to be expended during the satisfaction of those needs doesn’t just go away. It builds, and that pent up energy will gradually consume more and more of your focus. This isn’t the case for everyone, of course. Not everyone has the same level of sexual energy to begin with, and some people’s minds are able to dissipate the energy they do have in other ways—hobbies, sports, angry rants on the Internet. You, however, are clearly not one of those people. And that pent up sexual energy is just pinging around up here all day,” he said, placing a single fingertip gently on her temple. “Honestly, I’m amazed you’re able to get anything done at all,” he continued with a grin.

The grin wasnotpart of his normal professional routine. He hadn’t seen it himself, of course, but he guessed he would have called it almost boyish.

God dammit.

She smiled, whether at his joke or his grin or both, it didn’t matter. His heart melted just the same. After doing his best, yet again, to regain something approaching a dispassionate demeaner, Dr. Harris continued, “The next step is to repeat the initial attentiveness testing.”

Kirsten didn’t look upset by this information, but something in her expression told him that she had been hoping, on some subconscious level at least, for something more… sexual. Something more like what he’d been doing before.

She really was a naughty girl.

Handing her the same tablet she’d used previously, he sat at his desk and began a distracted attempt to update his notes on her examination and treatment so far. In reality, he simply stared at her beautiful, still-bare body while she sat, her expression growing more and more bored as she completed the same pattern-based test she’d done with the nurse. He tried again to focus on his notes, briefly considering allowing her to dress or at least put on a gown during the testing.

He kept his patients nude during their treatment for a reason. It put them in a mindset conducive to compliance with his instructions, if not a fuller version of submission.

But today that approach was proving more of a hindrance than a help. Kirsten’s nudity was undoubtedly having the intended effect on her, but it was having a highly atypical effect on him. He was distracted, almost to the point of an inability to focus himself. Well, that wasn’t strictly true, hewasfocused on something, and that was the rock-hard, throbbing erection in his pants.

Giving up on the notes for now, he watched as she attempted to answer the questions. When she finally completed the test fifteen minutes later, he was every bit as erect as he’d been when he first started trying to control his hard-on. No, that wasn’t true. He was much more erect now.

God damn it all to hell.

“Doctor, I’m finished now.” Kirsten cut into his thoughts, holding the tablet out to him.

Forcing himself to focus once more, Dr. Harris stood up, strode across the room, accepted the tablet, and looked down at her score. Not a perfect score, but far better than it had been this morning. He pressed a few buttons, and the printer on the other side of the room whirred to life and two sheets of paper emerged. He picked them up and brought them over to show Kirsten.

“Your score on the test improved by thirty-seven percent. Why do you think that is?”

“I’m not sure, doctor. Was it because I had less pent-up energy?” she said with a slight increase in her blush.

“That’s almost certainly the case, Kirsten.”

“What does that mean, doctor? I mean, I can’t come in here every day, can I?”

It would be perfectly fine with him if she did.

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