Softly, she whispered, “Mirror, mirror, on the wall, say not who is fairest of them all. Nay, but tell me the secret to capturing Scott's heart."

  The mirror shimmered for several moments before it replied, as Justine knew it would. “Thou need no artifice to make yourself complete except a transformation of your appearance. Ask, and it will be given.” The mirror's surface hardened again. Justine had been granted three wishes by her godmother who was shaped in the likeness of a mirror. The only wish Justine had was to force Scott to recognise that she loved him. How difficult could that be? One wish would be enough. She wouldn't need the two remaining wishes.

  Justine drew in a breath. “What kind of woman will Scott meet next?"

  The mirror's smooth surface disappeared. A nurse with an identification tag appeared before the glass became solid.

  "A nurse? I can do that."

  Justine began to plan the kind of sexy nurse Scott wouldn't be able to refuse. Page boy cut blonde hair, large breasts he could suck on and a very skimpy uniform that didn't do much to cover her ass.

  Oh yes! There were a few perks to having a godmother around, even if it wasn't in the flesh. She chuckled and started to rummage in her closet. Somewhere in this mess there was a scanty nurse's uniform. She used it once in a while to perform medical examinations of the gynaecological variety on herself. Wouldn't Scott enjoy that? She chuckled again.

  * * * *

  "It's a superficial wound, sir,” the royal physician told Scott.

  As businesslike as usual. The man gave him a terse nod and walked out of the private hospital, leaving the prince to get dressed. Scott huffed a breath. The hazardous climb up Light Rock that was supposed to take his mind off the blue dragon tattoo hadn't turned out well. He'd been so preoccupied by finding his princess, that he'd taken a twenty-foot tumble. Luckily, he'd been saved from severe injury by his rock-climbing gear, a rope around his waist and a safety strap.

  He lay on the narrow bed and closed his eyes, reliving the trauma of falling so many feet. The physician had told him he was ‘a very fortunate man’ since the fall hadn't broken any limbs, or worse yet, his neck. Scott laughed quietly at that. He'd felt immune from breaking anything the way he was pampered and coddled and watched over.

  The door opened and two very pretty females in uniform strolled in, chatting about mere trivialities.

  Annoyed by the interruption, he barked, “What in the devil are you doing in here?” Although the brunette and the blonde were eye catching. Oddly, neither carried stethoscopes around their necks, yet each wore hospital identification on their upper left breast. And the nurse wore an extremely short white uniform.

  "Isn't it illegal for professionals to wear such clothes?” Scott asked, feasting his eyes on the attractive pair.

  The woman in a pale pink shell and wearing a long white lab coat stepped forward. “We need to do some more tests according to Doctor Mendell.” She consulted her chart and nodded as if to reassure herself that she had the right patient. “Nurse Justia Amore will assist me."

  The nurse gave a tentative smile. “It's always a pleasure to serve the prince,” she said, her voice rose-petal soft. “With as little in the way of clothing as possible."

  Scott was no idiot. Something was afoot. “My physician was in and didn't mention any more tests.” Just as a precaution although he wasn't a prude, he pulled the white sheet higher up his chest. He wasn't wearing a whole lot more than his birthday suit. His physician had wanted to make very certain he had no internal injuries and had conducted quite a variety of tests from drawing to blood to X-rays.

  "I suppose I should introduce myself,” the doctor said. “Doctor Taylor.” Then she gave the most blatant wink Scott had ever received. A come-on if he knew women.

  "What's going on?” He reached for his trousers but Nurse Justia hurried around the bed, seized them from his hand and threw them on a nearby chair.

  "You definitely won't be needing those."

  Scott's heart rate accelerated into the danger zone as she bent over, giving him a fine view of her uniform riding up to reveal a peach-shaped ass and no panties whatsoever. Her skin was absolutely flawless. His penis began to come to life. Wrong time, wrong place.

  'Doctor’ Taylor addressed him. “You might be in need of a little hospital comfort. We've got just the right tests to help you feel much better."

  "I bet.” Scott folded his arms across his chest and waited.

  The nurse stepped forward, stroked his cheek. “You can make this hard or easy on yourself.” Her green eyes, flecked with gold twinkled.

  Scott knew then he'd been set up. She definitely didn't have a blue dragon tattoo on her ass but the ‘doctor’ might. He grinned. “Okay ladies. What's your game?"

  The doctor tapped her chart. “Unzip your uniform, Nurse Justia.” Her words were brusque, an order not to be disobeyed.

  Scott knew a bit of harmless fun when he saw it. He nodded. As if he had a choice in this game, whatever it was. Scott figured the two women were a consolation prize. Of sorts.

  Nurse Justia repressed a grin. It wouldn't do to show Scott that she was enjoying herself—and getting really turned on in the process. Very slowly, she inched the zipper at the front of her uniform down between her breasts. The ‘doctor’ was her alter ego directing the drama for the prince's sake, and to make for a more pleasurable experience for Justine.

  "Go right up to the prince and let him finish unzipping you,” the doctor ordered.

  Without smiling, but tremendously enjoying herself, and also the befuddled expression on Scott's charming face, she strolled up to him and met his eyes. He had no reason to know who she really was since she had shifted appearances. Blonde page-boy cut hair, green eyes the colour of a Caribbean paradise, and a slightly taller frame than her own.

  The prince didn't hesitate. His cheeks were flushed red and she could see that the bed sheet did nothing to hide his hard cock. Good, then he was aroused and enjoying himself too.

  His fingers traced the swell of her breasts before he grasped the tab and pulled it down. The zipper made a tiny rasping sound. The uniform could no longer contain her breasts and the soft flesh spilled out before the tab reached as far as it would go at the base of her stomach. Cool air fanned the already hard nipples into dusky rosebuds.

  "What are you doing to me?” Scott whispered even as he thumbed each nipple, sending shivers and tingles of awareness up and down Justine's spine. The horny nurse was going to get what he wouldn't give her as plain Justine Brown.

  Scott patted the bed beside him. “Come lie down with me."

  "She can't right now. I have an exam for her,” the doctor interrupted.

  Scott knew better than to ask since when did a nurse get an exam in front of a patient. “Sure, okay,” he said in a pleased tone. He wanted to come inside this pretty nurse but he knew that foreplay was better than three-quarters of the sexual act.

  "Would you mind moving to that chair?” The doctor pointed at the only comfortable chair. Scott glanced across the room and at the same time saw the nurse wet her lower lip. He didn't know what kind of kinky exam this would be but he was sure willing to watch. And maybe get himself off in the process if the two women didn't hurry it up.

  He covered himself with the sheet in case someone walked in rather than for modesty's sake, made the few steps to the chair in the room. The mirror above the sink caught his attention. Was his imagination playing tricks with him or was the glassy surface rippling the slightest bit?

  Before he could make sense of his eyes’ testimony, he found himself out in the corridor, fully dressed, rushing to who knew where. He looked down at himself and questioned his senses. He was fully dressed, not in the navy shorts and cream T-shirt he'd arrived in, but in a white lab coat with a stethoscope around his neck. And jutting from his crotch, his penis was hard and throbbing, a fact he understood wouldn't be well received, wherever he was running.

  Chapter Four

  Justine smiled and savoured the momentary feeling of satisfaction. Scott would arrive shortly and she wanted to be ready for him in a big way. She opened the door to the surgical room wide, stripped out of the nurse's uniform and lay down on the bed, its pillow tilted upwards so she sat almost straight up. Glancing at the doorway, she giggled. Scott was in for the surprise of a lifetime in the mirrored hospital. She was too, she thought. Her clitoris was hard as a small pebble and her juices flowed freely down the inside of her thighs. What a sight awaited Scott!

  She turned a bright light on and aimed it to show off her genital area to the best advantage. The warm rays made her even hotter and more bothered. Next, she rested her feet in the stirrups on either side of the bed, spreading her legs wide apart so that her vagina was fully exposed to any who might walk by in the corridor.

  In medical school, she'd learned a thing or two before she transferred to quantum physics. She'd learned that being a doctor would have turned her on permanently if she was a gynaecologist and that other females made her hot. Not that there was anything wrong with that, she mused but since she'd met Scott, he was the only one for her. She needed his driving cock deep inside her, stroking and plunging and taking her with animal passion.

  Licking her dry lips, she waited. Almost as an afterthought, she whispered, “Mirror, mirror, show thyself."

  The mirror instantly obeyed and the room's ceiling shimmered into one long reflection to mirror everything below. She moaned, unable to wait for Scott. She'd give herself an orgasm, which would only make her more aroused for a man. Scott would be arriving just in time to deal with a hungry she-cat.

  * * * *

  When he arrived, her fingers rested on her outstretched labia, her muscles tensed for the coming climax. His drawn-out groan told her he was in the room. He didn't hesitate to step into his role, ever the strong, dominant male.

  He consulted his chart. “Miss Justia, you need help."

  Justine slit her eyes open and watched his handsome face as he momentarily struggled with what kind of help he could give her.

  "Um, yeah,” she whispered, peeling her fingers away from her burning flesh, “I need a good fuck."

  "Why don't you finish what you're doing and then we'll see how I can help you."

  "Can't,” she murmured, her hands itching to complete what they'd started. Cream trickled down between the cracks of her ass. Her skin was on fire and every nerve ending cried out for the completion of the orgasm.

  Scott chuckled. “Looks like you need to be restrained from injuring yourself."

  She moaned again. He wouldn't tie her down, would he? The thought of her wrists being secured made her sweat. Her hair dampened along the sides of her face.

  "When I smell a woman's arousal,” Scott said, taking thin strips of black velvet from the compartment under the bed, “I think that woman should be restrained and taught a lesson or two."

  Her wildest dream—Scott coming inside her—was coming true. She made a point of struggling half-heartedly. “You can't do that to me."

  He shrugged, and before she could say another word, held both her wrists in one of his large ones. Expertly, he fastened them one by one on either side of her head to the railing. Struggling aroused her, as apparently her remonstrations turned him on. He unfastened his belt and unzipped his black trousers.

  Good Lord, but he had a large cock. For a second, Justine thought she might be making a mistake. How on earth would such a big man fit into her pussy? But he'd find a way. She'd never known Scott to be anything but forcefully gentle. He was a man who knew what he wanted and never took ‘no’ for an answer.

  Her teeth set on edge. The very realisation that Scott was about to drive his cock into her, made her wetter and hornier. She slipped her feet from the metal stirrups and clamped her thighs together. Wouldn't it be nice to have an orgasm now?

  But she hadn't counted on Scott's dominance. “Miss Justia!” he cried out in mock alarm. “I can't have you coming before I'm ready for you to come.” He seized one ankle and there again, was a black velvet strip. Without further warning, he tied her ankle to the stirrup.

  "Oh, please, Doctor,” she begged in a whisper. “Let me come. I can't wait any longer."

  The ‘doctor’ gave a self-assured smile. “You'll come when I deem you're ready.” He tied her other ankle to the stirrup, effectively widening her thighs.

  "Now let me see what we have here."

  Her ass sat on the edge of the bed. Justine revelled in her nakedness, that Scott feasted his eyes on the banquet set wide open just for him. But he didn't stay at the bed's foot. He strolled to the side and looked her straight in the eyes, then he bent down and trailed his moist tongue over her lower lip. “Want more?” he asked, his voice husky.

  "I want to come,” she begged, her nipples pebbling.

  He shook his head. “My, my, but you're impatient. When I say you can come, then you can come."

  She muttered a curse under her breath. He couldn't torture her, could he?

  With her tied up, he could do anything he wanted. He smoothed his warm palms over her breasts. “You're so beautiful."

  Unrelentingly, Scott circled each nipple with a wet index finger, plucking gently, arousing her to an intensity she'd never known before. Perhaps this hospital scene hadn't been such a good idea. He'd torment her until she went insane. And look at the man's hard-on! Almost the size of a city block. Justine groaned.

  "I'll get to that impatient part of you when I get there.” He stroked the flat of her stomach. “I wonder if I could make you have an orgasm using reflexology."

  "What?” she asked puzzled. He was supposed to be making love to her not thinking of new ways to torture her.

  "Reflexology. You know where a healer uses the sensitive spots on the bottom of your feet to heal you."

  She ground her teeth. “Look! I know how to solve all this. You're driving me nuts. Just stick your penis in me and fuck me."

  He chuckled. “My dear Miss Justia. Did anyone ever tell you that impatience won't get you anywhere faster?"

  A tiny sound in her throat surprised her. “Impatience?” This hospital idea had been a bad one. If he didn't drive his cock into her shortly, she'd pop!

  He burst out laughing. “I have a solution to your problem but it's not a quick fix."

  Who knew the prince was so strong-willed? Justine knew a lot of men wouldn't have waited two minutes let alone five to take her in her helpless state.

  "I do have an examination you must endure,” he said, eyeing her slyly.

  "You wouldn't!” she cried out. The door remained ajar. If someone walked by, would they stop to watch? It was a hospital after all.

  "Let me see.” Scott opened another drawer under the table and rummaged inside. “No, I don't need this. Nor this. Ah, yes! Here it is."

  When he lifted the object for her perusal, she began to seriously squirm. “You wouldn't! I'm not here for that!” She hated the notion that a man could open her vagina wide with a cold metal contraption. And keep her wide open. She decided protest was the better part of valour.

  "I want you inside me. Not some piece of metal."

  He slapped the speculum against his palm as he gazed into her eyes. The man was sheer male vitality, and she reluctantly admitted, a son of a bitch. She would never have guessed that he'd take advantage of her, forcing her to go through the embarrassing exam.

  He pretended to frown. “That's not my job, Miss Justia.” A tiny smile played at the corner of his kissable lips. “Let us see if we can hike the heat up inside you."

  She sucked in a breath, and started struggling in earnest this time. “I never meant for any of this to happen."

  "Really? The nurse in my office would beg to differ,” came the languid reply. He moved in front of her spread legs.

  The mirror overhead told Justine exactly where he was and what he was doing as he took the speculum and carefully inserted the metal inside her.

  "Oooh!” The metal was cold and instead of being embarrassed in front of Scott, she found herself needing him even more. The speculum widened her and she found herself moaning as he opened her completely. Her body tensed as he massaged her burning clit. The orgasm she'd been demanding came in unending waves, vibrant rainbows colliding, shattering into colourful atoms and coalescing to repeat the sparkling show.

  "You see, Miss Justia? There was nothing to worry about. How do you feel?"

  "Why are you being so clinical?” she demanded, the world reeling.

  "It's my job.” Scott figured two could play at this. He didn't know how he'd gotten here but he was certainly going to make good use of the opportunity. The woman was as brazen as they came, leaving the door to the exam room open the way she had and then playing with her hard nub.

  He swallowed hard. It wasn't as if he was having an easy time of this. His penis was rock hard and waiting for the chance to please Miss Justia. Every ounce of his willpower was being inordinately tested. If he hadn't wanted to give Miss Justia her comeuppance, he'd have thrust his cock in her and they'd both be riding the unrelenting surges of pleasure now.

  Instead, she lay in a fine sheen of perspiration, her bound hands and ankles arousing him to heights of glory he hoped he'd never have to climb down from.

  Chapter Five

  Justine knew she'd set herself up really good for a precipitous fall. No matter how much she struggled or begged, Scott remained implacable. Was he emotionally made up of ice? She didn't think so. Two years ago, he'd jumped into a cold river at the height of winter to save a small child from drowning. When the people asked his help, he found solutions so they could help themselves. He was demanding but he also allowed his future subjects to help themselves so they could feel a sense of pride and accomplishment in their own achievements. His ideas and solutions made the principality stronger, and its people happier.

  She decided to use logic on him. “Can you see the light of reason with me?” she pleaded, hoping he would listen.

 

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