Doctor Dom Series Sequence One (Triage | Observation | Diagnosis): A BDSM & Medical Play Series by Tara Crescent Page B
Authors: Tara Crescent
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my terrible addiction, I made a promise to myself. No more. I’d play my spanking games, and I’d play at submission. But I could sense dominance in men, and I avoided it; I had determined that I was not strong enough to survive again.
The look in Patrick’s eyes took me back to that dark time. And I was adamant I wouldn’t go there again.
Chapter 2
Lisa:
The moment I came downstairs, the moment I saw Patrick sitting in his living room, clad in a pair of faded jeans and nothing else, drinking a glass of wine, I felt my insides clench with need again.
“He’s keeping something from you,” I told myself, but I wasn’t listening to good sense. Lust was awakening again, as I looked at his hard abs, and the perfect sprinkling of chest hair that trailed down and disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. I wanted to kiss each and every bit of that chest; I wanted to trail my mouth down his hard stomach, slide his jeans off his body and worship his beautiful cock in my mouth.
He saw the heat rise in my eyes and smiled. An answering heat in his own eyes.
“You were going to ask him about the dominance,” I tried helplessly to remind myself. But all common sense had fled, and my pussy had once again become a molten puddle of need.
“Sore?” The low growl of his voice sent tremors shooting through my body.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said, looking at him. The speculums had stretched me out; my pussy and ass ached; my nipples were chafed and tender.
“Strip.” He didn’t even pretend it wasn’t an order. I removed my clothes so fast, with such instant obedience that I might have set an Olympic record for speed.
“Sit,” he pointed to an armchair. “Spread your legs open.”
I obeyed. The tendrils of lust had taken over, and every move I made seemed as if I moved underwater; a slowing of everything till nothing but sensation was left.
He was on his knees in front of me, clasping my ankles, spreading my legs impossibly wide, and draping them over the arms of the chair. I sat there, leaning back, hair cascading all down my shoulders, while he watched me, and the colour rose in my skin till I was flushed all over.
He put his fingers on my pussy lips, spreading me open so gently, lowering his mouth on me like I was something immensely precious. His tongue lapped the edges of me softly, tracing the cleft between my inner and outer pussy lips, kissing my clitoris with the softest of touches.
“Patrick,” I groaned. I didn’t care that I was sore; I needed his cock in me with a desperation that shocked me.
He got to his feet in an easy, unhurried motion that was a vivid contrast to the fire in his eyes. He unbuttoned the top button of his jeans, pulled the zipper down and stepped out of them quickly. His eyes never left mine. There was need in his eyes; heat blazed in them, and a corresponding smoulder glowed in mine. He grabbed his jeans to pull a condom wrapper out of the pocket, tore it open; rolled it on his perfect cock while I watched greedily.
I wanted him to plunge his length into me and take me hard, but he had different ideas. He pulled my hips towards him, playing a different game with me; he just held his cock in his hands; lazily rubbing it up and down my slit. “Patrick,” I moaned again. “Please, stop teasing…”
He just grinned at me. “Patience is a virtue, Lisa…” he said, his eyes warm. There was a trace of amusement in his voice, but it was balanced by a deep underlying need. He wanted to be in my pussy just as much as I wanted him to be in it. This delay was to enhance both of our pleasure.
He bent his mouth down on my nipples, not biting, not sucking hard; just gently lapping them with his tongue. I hissed a little; my nipples were sore from our play earlier, and his tongue brought sharp needles of pain, but as the pain heightened, so did the pleasure. I sighed, surrendering myself to him, and my pussy instantly drenched some more, as my submissiveness to him turned
The look in Patrick’s eyes took me back to that dark time. And I was adamant I wouldn’t go there again.
Chapter 2
Lisa:
The moment I came downstairs, the moment I saw Patrick sitting in his living room, clad in a pair of faded jeans and nothing else, drinking a glass of wine, I felt my insides clench with need again.
“He’s keeping something from you,” I told myself, but I wasn’t listening to good sense. Lust was awakening again, as I looked at his hard abs, and the perfect sprinkling of chest hair that trailed down and disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. I wanted to kiss each and every bit of that chest; I wanted to trail my mouth down his hard stomach, slide his jeans off his body and worship his beautiful cock in my mouth.
He saw the heat rise in my eyes and smiled. An answering heat in his own eyes.
“You were going to ask him about the dominance,” I tried helplessly to remind myself. But all common sense had fled, and my pussy had once again become a molten puddle of need.
“Sore?” The low growl of his voice sent tremors shooting through my body.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said, looking at him. The speculums had stretched me out; my pussy and ass ached; my nipples were chafed and tender.
“Strip.” He didn’t even pretend it wasn’t an order. I removed my clothes so fast, with such instant obedience that I might have set an Olympic record for speed.
“Sit,” he pointed to an armchair. “Spread your legs open.”
I obeyed. The tendrils of lust had taken over, and every move I made seemed as if I moved underwater; a slowing of everything till nothing but sensation was left.
He was on his knees in front of me, clasping my ankles, spreading my legs impossibly wide, and draping them over the arms of the chair. I sat there, leaning back, hair cascading all down my shoulders, while he watched me, and the colour rose in my skin till I was flushed all over.
He put his fingers on my pussy lips, spreading me open so gently, lowering his mouth on me like I was something immensely precious. His tongue lapped the edges of me softly, tracing the cleft between my inner and outer pussy lips, kissing my clitoris with the softest of touches.
“Patrick,” I groaned. I didn’t care that I was sore; I needed his cock in me with a desperation that shocked me.
He got to his feet in an easy, unhurried motion that was a vivid contrast to the fire in his eyes. He unbuttoned the top button of his jeans, pulled the zipper down and stepped out of them quickly. His eyes never left mine. There was need in his eyes; heat blazed in them, and a corresponding smoulder glowed in mine. He grabbed his jeans to pull a condom wrapper out of the pocket, tore it open; rolled it on his perfect cock while I watched greedily.
I wanted him to plunge his length into me and take me hard, but he had different ideas. He pulled my hips towards him, playing a different game with me; he just held his cock in his hands; lazily rubbing it up and down my slit. “Patrick,” I moaned again. “Please, stop teasing…”
He just grinned at me. “Patience is a virtue, Lisa…” he said, his eyes warm. There was a trace of amusement in his voice, but it was balanced by a deep underlying need. He wanted to be in my pussy just as much as I wanted him to be in it. This delay was to enhance both of our pleasure.
He bent his mouth down on my nipples, not biting, not sucking hard; just gently lapping them with his tongue. I hissed a little; my nipples were sore from our play earlier, and his tongue brought sharp needles of pain, but as the pain heightened, so did the pleasure. I sighed, surrendering myself to him, and my pussy instantly drenched some more, as my submissiveness to him turned
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