Chapter Eighteen
“No, no, no, please, master, no!” Felicia knew that she was blubbering like a baby, but she didn’t care. She was strapped down on that damned examination table. Heavy leather straps kept her feet securely in the stirrups. Her hands were strapped together over her head and fastened securely to something on the back of the table. Another wide leather strap held her waist down. For all that, she was still struggling wildly. The doctor finished swabbing something on her c******s and straightened up, looking displeased.
“If you keep wriggling like that you run the risk of injuring yourself,” he said angrily. “I can’t be held responsible if you do that.”
“Be easy, doctor,” the sheik said. “She is frightened.”
“I already told her once the anesthetic kicks in she won’t feel an
