[Exclusive] TIS 1328.4 R18 Beach Episode (4). Inappropriate I
[Exclusive] TIS 1328.4 R18 Beach Episode (4). Inappropriate I
I could see it in her eyes.
That dangerous little spark.
The one that meant Doctor Pearl was starting to enjoy her patient a bit too much.
She exhaled slowly, then smiled.
And that smile?
Yeah.
That wasn’t a doctor anymore.
That was Pearl.
“Well then,” she said softly, stepping back from the bed. “Maybe stronger methods are necessary.”
I grinned immediately.
Her heels clicked once against the floor.
Then… Something shifted beneath her coat.
The lower half of her body rippled.
Smoothly.
Elegantly.
Her legs dissolved into sleek, dark tentacles that slid across the floor with a wet, graceful sound.
I burst out laughing. “Oh, this hospital has a budget-budget.”
Pearl rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re hot when you stop pretending to be professional.”
One tentacle slid onto the bed beside my head.
Another wrapped loosely around my ankle.
Testing.
Restraining.
I flexed instinctively against it, grin widening.
“Mmm. Nice grip.”
“You are not supposed to compliment the restraints.”
“Doc,” I said, voice lowering into something amused and dangerous, “if you don’t want me flirting with the tentacles, stop making them this good.”
She sighed dramatically.
“Patient displays inappropriate behavior.”
“Patient displays excellent taste.”
Another tentacle curled around my wrist this time, pinning it gently against the mattress. Not painful. Controlled.
Pearl leaned over me again.
“You think this is a joke.”
I tilted my head.
“No.”
My grin widened.
“I think you’re trying very hard not to lose control.”
That hit.
Again.
Her expression twitched.
I laughed softly under my breath.
“You came in here wanting to tame the crazy demon,” I murmured. “But now you’re curious how sharp his teeth are.”
One tentacle tightened slightly around my thigh.
Warning.
Or excitement.
Hard to tell.
Pearl leaned closer, her face inches from mine now.
“You know what your problem is?”
“Oh, I can think of several.”
“You enjoy provoking people.”
I smirked.
“And you enjoy being provoked.”
Silence.
Then… One tentacle slid across my chest slowly, deliberately, teasing the restraint outfit.
I raised a brow.
“Oh? Escalation therapy?”
“You said to discipline you.”
“And now you’re touching me with extra limbs.”
I tilted my head, grin returning.
“I support this treatment plan.”
Pearl actually laughed at that.
Finally.
The doctor facade cracked properly.
“There he is,” she said. “The actual Ethan under the crazy act.”
I widened my eyes theatrically.
“Who says this is an act?”
“Oh please,” she scoffed. “You’re dramatic, not insane.”
I gasped.
“Doc. You wound me.”
One tentacle slid around my waist suddenly and tugged me slightly down the bed.
Firm.
Possessive.
Interesting.
My grin sharpened instantly.
“There you are,” I whispered. “That’s the part you were hiding.”
Pearl’s smile turned dangerous.
“You like being challenged too much.”
“Because it’s fun.”
“And if I actually pinned you down?”
I leaned back against the pillow, looking entirely too pleased with that idea.
“Then I’d enjoy seeing you try.”
The tentacles tightened slightly.
Not enough to trap me fully.
Just enough to remind me she could.
The room felt warmer now.
Closer.
The playful tension had shifted into something heavier.
More intimate.
Pearl climbed onto the bed slowly, straddling my lap carefully while the tentacles kept my wrists loosely restrained.
“And what exactly,” she asked softly, “does the dangerous patient want from his doctor?”
I looked up at her.
At the flushed cheeks.
The messy hair.
The coat slipping slightly off one shoulder.
And smiled slowly.
“You already know.”
Her breath caught just slightly.
Yeah.
Very close now.
I leaned forward as much as the restraints allowed, close enough for my lips to brush near her ear.
“You stopped trying to fix me ten minutes ago,” I whispered.
The tentacles paused.
Pearl’s fingers rested lightly against my chest.
“And now?”
I looked directly into her eyes.
“Now you just want me.”
Pearl froze for half a second.
Then laughed.
Not sweet. Not elegant.
Unhinged.
“Oh no,” she whispered, climbing fully onto the bed above me. “I wanted you the second you walked into this place.”
The tentacles tightened slightly around my wrists, not enough to hurt, just enough to keep me pinned beneath her while she leaned down closer.
Her hair fell around us like a curtain, blocking out the bright sterile lights and turning the psych ward setup into something intimate. Dangerous.
Her fingers slid slowly across my chest.
Then lower.
Tracing the restraint outfit.
“You know,” she said softly, “most patients try to escape.”
I tilted my head against the pillow.
“Most doctors don’t look like they’re one bad decision away from climbing into bed with the patient.”
She smirked.
“And yet here we are.”
One of the tentacles curled up my side slowly. Teasing. Exploring. Another brushed against my throat.
I looked down at it.
Then back at her.
Then opened my mouth slightly and licked the slick surface deliberately.
Pearl inhaled sharply.
“Oh?”
I smirked wider.
“You brought the toys, doc.”
The tentacle twitched violently against my tongue.
Another one slid against my jaw, curling around my neck loosely, not choking, not threatening. Possessive.
I licked that one too.
Pearl actually shivered.
“You’re insane,” she whispered.
“And you’re getting turned on by it.”
She laughed again.
Both of us were absolutely gone at this point.
Pearl leaned down suddenly and bit my lower lip hard enough to sting.
“You keep talking,” she murmured against my mouth, “like you’re the one in control.”
“I am.”
The tentacles tightened again.
I grinned.
“See? Emotional response.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And you love me.”
That made her pause.
Just long enough for me to catch it.
I smiled slowly.
“See?” I whispered. “You love me. Naughty doctor.”
“Oh shut up.”
But she was smiling now too.
Completely cracked.
One tentacle slid lower across my torso while her hands grabbed the restraint outfit. She tugged hard.
“Punishment,” she declared.
“Oh no,” I deadpanned. “Not the sexy restraint removal.”
She rolled her eyes and started undressing me aggressively anyway.
The fabric peeled open under her hands, exposing more skin inch by inch. My chest first. Then my stomach. Her fingers dragged across the newly exposed skin deliberately slow for someone pretending this was disciplinary action.