Doctor's Orders (BDSM / Medical Play) (2 page)

"I got served today. I have to admit I was surprised." Adrian took several steps closer and paused as though he couldn't quite tell how close we were supposed to be now. "Give me an explanation. I deserve at least that much."

He was right. He did.

Yet, I wasn't sure I could actually give him one. Taking a breath, I tried to remain calm and said, "I’m sorry. I just don't think we belong together anymore."

He blinked. I recognized the expression on his face. He wore it whenever an experiment didn't work out the way he wanted. Frustration must've roiled deep down inside of him, not that he would allow any of those emotions to show through.

“Don’t belong together?” he asked. I didn’t pick up on any enmity in his voice. If anything, Adrian just sounded confused, like he just discovered a chemical equation that didn’t make sense.

Nervous, I licked my lower lip and did my best to hold his gaze. His eyes were brown and warm yet somehow detached. I could have lied and said he didn’t take care of me. I could have said something about feeling lonely or neglected, but those excuses didn’t sound right. Besides, he deserved better.

“I don’t love you.”

“Did you ever?” he asked, cocking his head slightly. He blinked again, though this time I couldn’t quite read his intentions. In spite of being his wife for more than two years, much of this man remained a mystery to me. “Did you ever love me?”

“No,” I answered, glancing down at the floor. My answer should have made me feel dirty. It didn’t because I needed some of his money, and now I would get it. This was another simple equation.

“Alright,” he said and nodded. “I’ll collect some of my things. Then I’ll be leaving.” He turned and left the room.

My eyes slid shut as I exhaled and grabbed onto a nearby chair. It helped hold me up because that little showdown cost me way more energy than I could have guessed. Divorce. I was about to become a divorced woman. The thought made me shake my head with a tiny bit of mirth. It seemed so ironic, but then I didn’t really have much choice.

Besides, that could have gone so much worse. Adrian could have turned into a storm of rage and hate, throwing out every insult imaginable. But then, Doctor Brent never worked that way, did he? Always calm and confident, whether diagnosis some particularly difficult case or working in the operating room, Adrian could do whatever he wished. He was smart enough to realize that.

He didn’t need me.

Or he could have broken down and started weeping. Some part of me really feared that he might come in her and get down on his knees to beg me to take him back. That probably would have been the worst scenario.

In any case, I beat him. I would get a portion of his wealth, and then we could part ways. Maybe we’d be friends. Probably not.

Somehow, I couldn’t quite relax with Adrian in the apartment, so I turned my attention back to the window and contemplated my plans for the future. Should I start dating right away? What should I do with my newfound wealth? One corner of my mouth started to rise, but then someone knocked on the door.

Spinning about, I headed for the front door and found two people. A man and woman, both dressed in scrubs. “Are you here for Adrian?” I asked, thinking they must have been colleagues of his. Maybe there had been an emergency or some sort, though I had no idea why they wouldn’t just call him.

“No,” said the man. “Now, please remain calm, Miss. I’m Tony and this is Valerie. We work with your husband. May we come in?”

I didn’t really understand what was going on, but I nodded. My brow tightened with confusion, I opened the door a little wider and motioned for them to come inside. They stepped across the threshold and paused in the apartment’s entryway.

Valerie smiled brightly, like I was some animal or small child who might bolt if provoked. “This is very important, but don’t worry, we’ll take things nice and slow. Okay?” She placed her bag on the floor, kneeled beside it, and pulled something out. A syringe. I stepped back but refused to retreat because this was my house. I didn’t know what was going on, but it was probably a mistake of some sort.

No reason to panic.

“Take what slowly?” I asked, working hard to keep my tone level and even.

Tony smiled at me and placed a hand on my shoulder as if I required some special comfort. “Melanie, you have people in your life who love you and are very concerned with your well being.”

“My well being? I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’m fine,” I insisted. Prickles of anger started to dig into the back of me neck. Nothing bothered me more than a condescending tone. Pausing for breath, I turned back to him. “Seriously. There must be a mistake.”

“There’s no mistake. We’re here to make sure you stay nice and calm,” Valerie added. When she stood up, she had the syringe in hand. She depressed the plunger just enough to squirt out some clear drug. “We reviewed all of the paperwork.”

Pinching the ridge of my nose, I tried again, “Please, just tell me what’s going on.”

“Melanie,” Tony said again, using my name like he thought that would make me feel better, “Don’t get upset. We’re here because you’ve been committed for medical evaluation and treatment. Clearly, things aren’t working out the way they should, and you require some special attention. Isn’t that right?”

Valerie sidled a little closer to me, but I retreated back, still confused and more than a little aggravated now. “What? No. Look, I really don’t know what you guys are talking about, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“Unfortunately, that won’t be possible. You see, we have a legal mandate to take care of you. A member of your family has decided that you require this specialized attention due to mental instability.” Tony spoke slowly, as though I needed extra time to process each sentence. My fingers balled into fists, yet I maintained my composure.

“Family?” I demanded. “What are you talking about?”

“Your husband,” Valerie explained as she crept a step closer. “You see, he’s been very, very concerned about your well being. So today, he went to a lawyer and had all of the paperwork filled out. So don’t you worry about a thing, we’re here now and we’re going to take very good care of you.”

What? I kept thinking this had to be a joke, but when she mentioned my husband, I realized that he wasn’t as okay with the divorce as I first assumed. He had some mental health angle he intended to play. Well, I wasn’t about to have any of that. Inhaling, I was about to kick these people out of my house.

I didn’t care about what sort of paperwork they thought they had. I was not crazy, and I was not sick, and I was not going to report to some clinic so that my soon-to-be ex-husband could try to convince me I was making a mistake.

Valerie darted closer, faster than I could react. She jabbed the
syringe
outward in a flash of movement, and I felt a prick of pain against the side of my neck. I opened my mouth to protest, but then my knees gave out, and the world grew fuzzy around me. I might have fallen and hit the floor except Tony jumped out and grabbed me up.

“How’s our patient?” I heard from behind me. It was Adrian’s voice.

My husband approached us with the utmost confidence even as I struggled to regain the use of my body. I had no idea what kind of drug they had injected me with, but I was absolutely convinced that I could fight off its effects if only I tried hard enough. I didn’t think of the world in terms of chemicals or biological reactions, not like Adrian.

“Doctor,” Valerie said with a little bow that was almost a curtsy. I might have been more annoyed if they weren’t right in the process of kidnapping me. “She’s fine. I think she was going to get a bit fussy, but we seem to have her under control now.”

“Three cc’s of Setzazine?” he asked.

I tried to swallow or move my arms, but my entire body felt like dead weight. Tony kept me aloft as my husband leaned over me. He pulled the pen light from his pocket, flicked it on, and shined it in my eyes. “Beautiful. A perfect reaction,” he said. The other two relaxed a little bit, which made sense since he was their boss. Their careers thrived or died by his word.

The doctor touched my wrist, and I could tell he was checking my pulse, counting out the beats per minute. As the three of them waited, I fought to regain some motor control.
Moving along the length of my body, I found my toes, feet, knees, hips, wrists, and even my fingers all unresponsive.
Fear might have set in except I refused to panic. Instead, I embraced anger and tried to scream at them. My lips opened, but I couldn’t get any sound out, not even a squeak.

“Let’s get her on the gurney, then we can take her in,” Adrian said.

When I heard those words, the panic started to creep in. I managed to turn my head and face Adrian. I kept hoping that he’d smirk at me or flash some indication this was a joke despite all evidence to the contrary. My eyes were big and wet, but when he didn’t react to my silent expression, anger flared through me.

I tried to coax it out, to think about how he was going to be my ex-husband. He had no right to do this to me! Irritation burned at the back of my neck and down the length of my back as I tried to shrug Tony away from me. Again, my rebellious muscles refused to move, but I fought the drug’s effects anyway. I could do this, I kept thinking. If I just fought hard enough, I could make those nerve impulses work through my body and overcome whatever chemical blockers they had injected me with.

Valerie kindly opened the front door and left for a few seconds.

“I can tell that you’re fighting,” Adrian told me once she was gone. Tony still held me up like some of marionette puppet. “But you won’t be able to beat the drugs. It’s cute that you keep trying, but what you should really do is listen to me right now.”

My eyes focused on him, his face, and nothing else. Doctor Adrian Brent, my husband and now the man who had legally taken me captive. “You are mine. You tried to cheat me. I realize that now, but now it’s time to pay the price.” He stretched forward and kissed my forehead. It could have been such a sweet gesture, yet this was a moment of marking me, a reminder that until he decided otherwise, I would be his patient and thus in his power.

Valerie rolled the gurney into the entryway.
Without a word, Tony hefted me up onto the soft, narrow mattress. Inside my head, I pictured myself screaming and thrashing and shouting for help even though this was all perfectly legal. On and on, my brain kept trying to get my body to work.

Nothing happened. If someone happened to walk by, they would have seen me
lying
there, docile and compliant. Working with everything I had, I managed to make one of my fingers twitch. It was a truly pathetic show of defiance, one that no one even noticed.

Once they have been on the gurney, Tony attached a set of ankle restraints while Valerie took care of my wrists. Each shackle was made of leather and had a soft inner lining to make sure I didn't hurt myself. The restraints were completely unnecessary because I couldn't move, but I could tell that Adrian wanted me humiliated. He wanted to make sure I felt trapped and powerless.

It worked.

They rolled me out into the hallway and down the corridor to the elevator. The double doors opened and from the corner my eye, I saw one of our neighbors. Mrs. Trafalgar was an older woman. She had graying hair, though I could tell she must've been very attractive in her youth.

Her eyes widened when she saw the small per session of me, Adrian, Valerie, and Tony pushing the gurney. "Oh my," she said, clearly startled. "What's going on? What happened?"

Again, I tried to work my body. This was my chance. If I could just communicate that this was happening against my will, then she could go for help. It wasn't like Adrian was a criminal mastermind who would start taking out civilians. Just one person, that was all I needed to get out of this situation.

My lower lip quivered a tiny bit, yet it wasn't enough for me to shape any of those words. I didn't make a sound as Adrian calmly explained, "Mrs. Trafalgar, I'm sorry to see this. Melanie here has had some trouble lately."

"I'm very sorry to hear that," said the woman. More frustrating than anything else, I could hear the genuine sympathy and her voice. "May I ask what happened?"

Adrian smiled at her. It was the gorgeously handsome curve of his lips, the one he usually reserved for me and investors. He only used that particular expression when he wanted to be impressive and charming at the same time. Seeing it again sent prickles of anger darting through my skin.

It was infuriating, laying there and being suddenly aware but unable to defend myself. Worst, I had to listen as Adrian said, "Stress. Melanie is always so good about taking care of other people. She is just way too selfless and now she's had something of little breakdown. I would very much appreciate your discretion."

Mrs. Trafalgar smiled and bobbed her head, "Absolutely. I wouldn't dream of breathing a word of this to anyone."

We got to the bottom floor and the doors slid open. Torn, I couldn't decide if I wanted there to be people in the lobby. Maybe someone would notice me and realize that this is against my will. I could only hope that someone would figure it out. At the same time, I dreaded anyone seeing me in this position. I must've looked so small, pathetic, and frail, as though I couldn't handle the rigors of everyday life.