Dr. Ackerman

 

A few months ago…

 

Me: Mack. I need you in my office. 

Mack: Be right there.

I flip through the pages of the patient’s file, scanning the information as I go. Elizabeth James, an alcoholic who has been heavily drinking since her husband was killed in a drug bust several years ago. She’s fifty-five years old, has two daughters, Tracy James, a resident nurse here at Magnolia Woods, and Lacy James, presently unemployed. 

I’d initially said no to a consultation on Elizabeth. Typically, I don’t treat patients when I’m fucking their daughter. But when said daughter was on her knees in front of me, begging me to help her mother, and my cock was only inches from her mouth, I didn’t have much choice but to give in.

The heavy thud of quick knocks sounds on the door before Mack enters without waiting for a response. “You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, have a seat,” I say, directing him to the chair across the desk from me. “We have a new patient arriving in a week. She’s set to be released from the hospital on Saturday and will be brought directly here. I expect she’ll be on a medical regimen before she’s coherent enough for me to begin a psychiatric evaluation.”

“What does that have to do with me?” he asks, his expression blank.

“I’ll continue to monitor her medical chart, but since I have other patients who need my attention, I don’t have time to stay on top of every single drug she’ll be prescribed. I expect you to provide updates. Should you see something, or should they ask you to give Mrs. James something that might keep her in an unconscious state—which we both know is not uncommon—I want to be aware and—”

“Mrs. James? Any relation to Tracy?”

“Yes, it’s her mother, but that’s not your concern. Listening to what I’m saying is.” I lean forward, my eyes narrowed as they meet his. “I would appreciate if you kept any treatment information between the two of us. Obviously, some treatments are going to be more strenuous on Mrs. James, and I don’t want Tracy stepping in or refusing treatment.”

“Interesting,” he says, his gaze distant.

The pound of my fist on the desk makes him jump and my raised voice has him cowering his chair. “Can you do that? Can you keep me informed while keeping your mouth shut? If not, you can forget we ever had this conversation, and I’ll make sure I find someone else to assist.”

He raises his hands in surrender. “Take it easy. Yeah, I’ll keep you posted on the drugs we both know they’ll be feeding her. Is there anything else? I need to get back before Shelly starts paging me.”

I wave him away. He’s at the door in seconds, placing his hand on the knob.

“Oh, and, Mack?”

“Yeah?” he responds, but doesn’t turn around.

“I know your history. If you don’t want that shared with anyone, say…of the law enforcement kind, I suggest you don’t mention anything to anyone about what we do here at Magnolia Woods.”

He nods and pulls the door shut with a little more force than necessary.

I don’t expect he’ll say anything. Mack has been here for as long as I can remember, and he needs this job, but as a precaution, it’s best to give him the reminder. There’s another knock at the door, but much quieter. “Come in.” My response is laced with irritation.

The door opens, and Tracy sticks her head in. “Is this a bad time?”

“No, of course not. Come in.”

Her face is soft yet curious as she approaches my desk. Once she’s standing before me, she begins tugging on her ID badge. It’s a nervous habit, one I’ve tried to break her of many times, but my treatments thus far haven’t worked.

My gaze moves over her body as I take in her long legs, small waist, and considerably large tits. She’s a fucking tease with those tight white scrubs on. She knows they make my dick fucking hard.

The chair creaks as I lean back and put my hands behind my head. “Ms. James, I would ask why you’re here, but I expect I know why.”

She shifts on her feet, then scans the room.

“No need to be concerned,” I say, as I stand and make my way around the desk. “There’s no one else here.” My tone is low as I reach the door, flip the lock, then turn and meet pale blue eyes. Extending my hand, I curve my fingers, motioning her toward me.

She brushes a strand of hair from her face, then steps forward.

When she’s stops only inches from me, I place a finger under her chin and tilt her head up to meet my eyes. “I’ve decided to help your mother.”

Her eyes close as she nods and releases a deep breath. The stiffness in her body melts away with the touch of my finger and words she’s been longing to hear.

I press my thumb against her chin and pinch until her eyes open. “It’s not going to be a walk in the park. While her file details her condition, I won’t know how bad she is until I see her, but right now, it doesn’t sound good. You need to prepare yourself, and, Tracy, there will rules you’ll need to follow.” Releasing her chin, I place a hand on the curve of her shoulder. “The most important one: under no circumstance will you interfere in any of your mother’s treatments.”

Her agreement is only a slight movement of her head as a single tear rolls down her cheek.

“We can talk about the rest later. For now, I have something that needs taken care of.” I reach for her hand and place it on the front of my slacks, running it the entire length of my hard shaft.

Her eyes dart to the lock of the door, but I’m not sure if it’s because she fears someone will come in or she wants out.

I press on her shoulders and my answer comes in the form of her dropping to her knees. Releasing the strap of my belt, the metal buckle jangles as I open my slacks and let her do what she’s best at—sucking my cock.