I’m Ashley CEO, nice to meet you Part 2

“Ashley, I’m Dr. Monroe. I’ve reviewed your X-rays.” Her voice was low and warm, but carrying just enough authority to quiet the room, I liked that.

I extended my hand. “Nice to meet you, Doctor.”

Her grip was firm, her touch lingering slightly against the top of my hand. “Please, call me Victoria.”

Something about her presence, the quiet confidence, strong handshake that drew attention without needing to demand it. She moved gracefully on her high heel shoes, her every motion precise. Not rushed. Not uncertain but yet with a sexy je ne sais quoi....

As she turned toward the lightbox, her white coat shifted slightly, revealing slim shoulders and the clear outline of her tight fitting tailored navy dress beneath hugging her firm breasts. She was young, but she carried herself like someone who knew exactly where she stood in this hospital, in her domain.

When she looked back at me, those blue eyes caught mine again. “You’ve got a badly broken leg. I know it's painful, but you’ll heal beautifully.”

I believed her. “Thank you,” I said, surprised at the relief in my voice. “I will probably need one of those ugly plastic walking boot and a cane right?”

“Humm…No…You’ll need a full leg cast,” she said matter-of-factly. “It will cover your whole leg, from the upper thigh to your toes. Six to eight weeks at least. Non-weight bearing at all. Crutches or a wheelchair only.”

My stomach flipped. “A full cast? No walking on it? You’re not serious.”

“Afraid so,” she said, her voice even while she stared at my broken leg. “You’re lucky it’s not worse. Surgery isn’t necessary. But you won’t be walking on this beautiful leg for quite a while.”

I pressed my lips together, you don't understand. “I run a company. I don’t have time for six weeks of… a big cast and crutches”

“The bone doesn’t care about your job or schedule, Ms. Cole,” she said gently with such a lovely smile on her lips. 

“Neither should you. Take this time to rest, to heal.”

The nurse rolled over a tray. Stainless steel bowls filled with water, rolls of cotton padding, rolls of casting material. I stared at them, equal parts anxious and fascinated. I remembered when Jake broke his leg playing football…He was totally…mine.

She helped me onto a padded table, propping my broken leg on a block with my knee slightly bent. The hospital gown they’d given me hung open at the back, leaving my ass bare under the cold air. I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring down at the traitorous limb.

The doctor slipped on gloves. “We’ll start with padding to protect the skin. Then the cast. It’ll feel cold at first, then warm as it hardens.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Charming. Let’s get it over with.”

She smiled faintly, then nodded to the nurse. The nurse began wrapping soft cotton around my toes, winding carefully up my calf, over my knee, higher toward my thigh. The touch was delicate, almost turning me on, and I shifted, uneasy looking at the sexy young doctor.

Then came the fiberglass. The first strip, dipped in water, slapped cool and wet against my shin. I gasped with pain.

“Cold and painful right?” Dr. Monroe asked.

“Like ice,” I admitted.

“It’ll warm up soon,” she reassured me, smoothing the black cast. Her hands were practiced, firm. Strip after strip, my leg disappeared under the shell. My foot, calf vanished, my knee stiffened, my thigh became rigid. The weight grew, pressing me down.

“How does it feel?” she asked as she caressed my black cast like if she was rubbing my breasts and hard nipples.

“Like I’m being…” I murmured before I could stop myself. "Oh doctor, being in this cast feels strangely like sexual bondage or BDSM," I say, glancing down at my broken leg in a sleek black full-leg cast, bent at the knee.

Her eyes flicked up, curious, but she said nothing, almost licking her lips. She just kept working, moulding the cast to every curve of my shapely long leg.

Part 3 to come
Ashley