Hannah
Hannah
Stirrups. a*s hanging off the table. A stranger between my legs.
I knew this setup all too well. For a moment, I considered protesting, then stopped myself before I ended up back over his knee. My bottom and the backs of my thighs still stung from his very thorough s******g and I didn’t want more.
I took a deep breath, let it out slowly. I’d been through this on Earth before, many times, hell, once a year since I’d turned sixteen. I could bear it if it would make the doctor happy, my mate happy, and get me the hell out of this stupid medical room.
The doctor stood between my legs with a clinically blank expression on his face, which helped. “I’ll try to make this quick, Lady Hannah.”
I met the man’s gaze briefly, then looked up at the metal ceiling, noticed the rivets t
