“I don’t know. But your refusal to be satisfied by the vibrator and the…” he stroked his chin, “… other things I’ve done to you shows you’re on the verge of insanity. You don’t want to be sent away from home penniless and alone, do you?”

Inspired, Eden chewed the inside of her mangled cheeks, tasting blood yet again. The pain tipped her over the edge. Tears rushed into her eyes, and she blinked, forcing them onto her cheeks. “Doctor, what can we do?”

Willow looked startled, then he recovered, leaning forward and brushing his fingers over her lips. “Miss Cartwright, what do you know about the ways of men and women?”

“Nothing.”

“You haven’t had a maid or a cousin that spoke to you of what people do once they’re married?”

So, so sneaky...

“No, Doctor. Well, I know about kissing, of course.”

He scowled. “You shouldn’t know about kissing.”

Despite the pressure her body was under, despite her tears, Eden almost fucked up and giggled, but Willow’s expression was so solemn, she managed to hold it back. “Sorry, Doctor.”

He shook his head. “All acts of love begin with kissing,” he said. “And where there’s no kissing, there is no corruption, understood? I have not kissed you.”

Eden nodded dumbly. All week, she’d hoped Willow would kiss her again, but now she’d settle for anything that would make her come. Her doctor stood, his cock tenting his pants. Eden tried not to stare at it. “Can you keep me from being sent away, Doctor?”

“There are… things we can attempt. But they’re expensive and complicated.”

“I don’t have any money. Not apart from my father, but you can’t tell him I’ve gotten worse, can you?”

“No.” His footsteps trailed toward his desk. “I will have to help you, lass. Privately. Just the two of us.”

There was the sound of the drawer being pulled open, something taken out.

“You will need to be… penetrated,” he said. “I will use an application on you, and you will have your convulsion while… full.”

Oh, my sweet lord yes.

“Do I need it, Doctor?”

“More than anyone I’ve ever treated.”

He approached slowly, a dark purple dildo in his hand. Eden bit her lip and tried to look as though she had no idea what she was seeing. His gaze raked her body, dwelling on her nipples through her white dress. He stood between her sprawled thighs, pulling a cute glass bottle from his pocket. He unscrewed the lid and produced an eyedropper. Eden watched as he dripped wetness over the dildo. “Will it hurt?”

He said nothing as he smeared the lubrication over the dildo. “Close your eyes, lass. That’s a good girl.”

The first kiss of the toy was a shock, cold rubber against her burning skin.

“Breathe for me,” he growled. “Let me inside you.”