Holding Ellie’s hand in his, Michael was more relieved than ever that the Interrogation Room - the room he’d originally wanted to reserve - had already been completely booked tonight. While she seemed eager for a scene, after seeing her go completely pale, blank, and unresponsive - and not knowing why - he wasn’t up to pushing her as much as he’d originally planned.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, giving her hand a small squeeze as they headed down the stairs.

The smile she gave him was a little manic and didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yep. I’m fine.”

He reviewed all the ideas he’d had for tonight’s scene in his head, rapidly revising his plans as they descended into the Dungeon.

Since the Interrogation Room hadn’t been available, Michael had reserved the Doctor’s Office instead. He could definitely work with that. In fact, the medical surroundings might even offer up some fun the other room wouldn’t have. It wasn’t his usual, but...

As he led Ellie to the open room, he caught the jealous glances of several Doms who saw them and couldn’t help but smirk a little. Yeah, two weekends in a row with Ellie, something none of them had managed before. It was also a good reminder not to fuck this up, since he was already getting a chance no one else had.

Glancing up at him, the smile on Ellie’s lips looked a little more real now.

“So we’re going to play doctor, huh?”

“We can if you’d like to,” he said, smiling back at her, trying to inject as much warmth into his smile as he could so she wouldn’t see his concern and anxiety about doing a scene with her right after she’d had what looked like some kind of PTSD episode or something. The desperation in her voice when she’d begged for the scene had been the only thing which had convinced him to give in to her, and his acceptance had immediately calmed her, so it was probably the right thing to do... but he still felt pretty unsettled about it. “I’m not really into improv, so I’m not always great at role play past the first few lines.”

Ellie’s smile widened. “You didn’t do so badly last week.”

“Thank you,” he said, a bit dryly. “Now be a good patient and take off all your clothes.”

She started laughing, chasing the rest of her tension from her expression and body, and Michael was finally able to relax a little too. Closing the door behind them, he turned to see Ellie pulling off her halter top, letting her breasts gently bounce as they were freed from the confining fabric. Crossing his arms over his chest, Michael leaned his hip against the counter, enjoying the show.