How To Catch A Submissive (How To Series Book 1)

Chapter 23: Anxiety or Arousal?

Everything was happening so fast that her head was spinning. She barely had time to process it all. As her heart began to slow, Amy opened her eyes and saw a nurse hurry into the room with an oxygen tank.

Eric rushed back to her side. "Put her on six liters by mask," he commanded, plugging his stethoscope back into his ears. "Amy, just relax, baby. I'm going to take good care of you."

She gasped, her heart rate increasing again as she felt the disc of his stethoscope press against her backside. The nurse quickly turned the release valve on the tank and slipped a plastic oxygen mask onto her face. She moaned softly, her folds clenching and relaxing over and over again, the puddle she sat in only growing bigger.

Having Eric's stethoscope on her back was arousing enough, but now she had an oxygen mask smothering her face? She had to keep her eyes closed simply to keep herself from coming, but more importantly, to calm herself down.

"Breathe, Amy," said Eric, moving the disc of his stethoscope around her back...down, across, then down again. "Just try to relax and breathe, take slow deep breaths. Slow, slow deep breaths..."

She whimpered but tried as she might to focus on her breathing, holding the mask tighter to her face and taking slow deep breaths into it. Her folds were aching desperately with need at this point, but how could she possibly get it right now?

"There you go," he said. "Atta girl... keep breathing. Just let that mask do it's job."

She nodded, trying not to think about anything else but that...her breathing. However, she did feel the nurse checking her pulse. Slowly, but surely, after what seemed like hours as opposed to minutes, she could feel her heart rate returning to normal along with her breathing.

"Pulse is coming down," the nurse said.

"Yep, sounds like she's breathing a little better too," Eric added.

"You want me to get a BP and a pulse ox on her?"

Eric sighed softly. "Yeah...you better. And bring her some Xanax too."

The nurse removed her hand from her wrist. "Yes, doctor. 0.25 milligrams?"

"You got it."

Amy took a few more deep breaths as she felt Eric's stethoscope continue down her backside. She heard footsteps then his voice.

"Thank you, Megan," he said before the door shut. "How's my girl doing?"

She slowly opened her eyes and met his concerned gaze, pulling the mask down and away from her mouth, her heart skipping a beat or two at the sight of the stethoscope still in his ears. "Better, sir."

A small smile appeared on his face as he removed the instrument from his ears, letting it rest against his neck again. "Wow! I guess you really weren't lying about that fetish."

Her cheeks flushed in mortification as she looked down at her feet with a sheepish smile, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "No, I really wasn't."

"I noticed in the contract..." Eric's voice trailed off, as Nurse Megan came rolling in a small cart with a stationary monitor on it. He moved out of the way and came to the other side of her. "And on your chart, that you're taking Prozac." His brows stitched questionably at her. "Do you suffer from depression, anxiety, have regular panic attacks?"

Amy glanced over at the nurse, her sex responding with another clench as she wrapped a blood pressure cuff around her arm. "Both, depression and anxiety, doctor. The panic attacks only come every once and a while."

Eric exchanged a look with the nurse then gestured to Amy's hand, "give her your finger." Seeing the pulse oximeter probe the woman held out to her, she gave her her index finger, allowing her to clip it on. "Good girl."