Eden waited a moment then pulled down her panties. They were saturated, the white cotton dark with arousal. She stared at her pussy. It was flushed pink, her hair gleaming gold in the afternoon sun. There was more of it than usual. She’d planned to get waxed yesterday, but she’d been too hungover to do anything except lie face down and listen to trap music. Did it look more authentically Victorian to have patchy, between-wax pubes? Or would Willow just think she was lazy?

He shifted behind the partition and the back of her neck burned. She yanked off her underwear, shoved it into her purse and settled back into the massage chair. How had Willow gotten one in here? How had he done any of this? Had he hired the hall or—

“Are you ready, Miss Cartwright?”

Eden froze. “Yes?”

Willow strode out, his face harder than it had been before. “Miss Cartwright, when you talk to me, you will call me ‘Doctor.’”

“I… Yes, Doctor.”

He was definitely angry. Had he been stroking himself behind the partition? Gripping himself through his pants, his neck and cock flushed with blood from wanting her… Warmth washed through Eden and her nipples chafed against her dress. Whatever happened, she hoped the doctor wasn’t far from caving in and touching her.

He stepped up to her side and passed a rough hand over her calf, making her shiver. His hands gave him away. They were thick and twisted as no doctors would be, but she doubted any doctor had ever had such a powerful body. So who cared? Fuck realism, this was better.

“One moment,” he muttered, then strode to the door and flipped the latch.

“Privacy,” he said, not looking at her.

Eden licked her lips.

He returned to the chair, towering over her body.  “Open your mouth.”

She did as she was told.

The doctor stared between her teeth and from the hungry look in his eyes, he wanted to thrust his cock between her waiting lips. Instead, he gripped her jaw, turning her face from side to side. “When you corrupt yourself, do you touch between your legs or all over?”

“I… don’t know.”

“Lass, be honest with me.” He laid a palm flat on her stomach. “Do you touch yourself here?”

“Um, no?”

He moved his hand higher, rough skin catching on her cotton dress. Then his hand closed over her left breast, squeezing lightly. Eden gasped, arching into his touch.

He withdrew. “Lie still.”

Eden smiled, wanting to see him soften. He stared stonily back at her and a shiver went down her spine. She and Willow had exchanged safe words, but she hadn’t thought she’d need one, that he was too nice to ever scare or hurt her. But looking at him now, she knew she was wrong.