The vibrator was removed as he took the frame away. Eden clenched her jaw. Her inner muscles were twitching, her body running hot then cold then hot again. She watched as Doctor Williams bent between her legs and pressed the vibrator to her pussy, and this time, she could see his tortured expression, his professionalism straining against his animal nature. She licked her lips, praying that when she came, he threw caution to the wind and rode her. She closed her eyes. “I’m close, Doctor. I’m going to—”

The vibrations stopped and her eyes flew open. “What’s happening?”

“You need more.” He walked away and there was a thunk as he put the vibrator on the desk. Eden could have cried.

“You need more stimulation, Miss Cartwright. You’re an unusual case. Strange in such a delicate girl.” Willow paced toward her, his neck bright red.

She felt a throb of fear. What the hell was he going to do to her?

“Close your eyes again.”

Fighting every instinct she had, Eden did what she was told. Warm arms settled around her thighs, and she felt his tongue swipe her slit.

“Oh my god!” she moaned, entirely unlike a Victorian naïf. She couldn’t help it. He was slippery-warm against her pussy, stroking lightly in a way that made white dots burst in front of her eyes. She rubbed herself against his face, fresh stubble scraping her inner thighs, then remembered she was supposed to be a virgin. “I… What are you doing, Doctor?”

He stopped licking to stare up at her. His face was flushed, his pale eyes dark. He swiped a hand over his mouth and Eden’s cunt throbbed.

“You trust me, don’t you? I’ve taken an oath.”

“I trust you.”

“Then let me keep going. You’ll have a convulsion and then you’ll feel better.”

Her tongue slid back into her pussy and this time there was no delay, her orgasm closed in, running like gold rivers up her legs and down her arms. Then he pulled away.

“No!”

“Be quiet.” The doctor straightened, adjusting his coat. “You really are hysterical.”

For the first time in years, Eden’s eyes burned. She was so horny, she was actually going to cry.

The doctor put a palm to her sweaty forehead. “You’ve got a fever. You’re not sedated at all.”

“I… I feel better.”

“No. None of this is working.” He tapped a finger to his lips. “Miss Cartwright… your illness is far worse than I anticipated.”

Eden didn’t care. She needed to come. She needed him to fuck her.  “Oh, no.”

“Yes.” Willow sat at the edge of her chair, towering over her. “The problem is, Miss Cartwright, that if I told your father what you’re experiencing, he’d send you to the asylum.”

Despite her horniness, Eden almost smiled. He was so, so fucking good at this.

“How can that be possible?”