Relapse (Doctor Dom Volume 4) (A BDSM & Medical Play Novella) by Tara Crescent Page A

drawing it from the belt loops smoothly, and setting it down next to him on the couch. He unzipped his pants, and pulled his cock out, lazily running his hand up and down his hard length a couple of times.
    “Please, Patrick,” I begged him. “Can I suck you off?”
    He looked at me, disapproval in his eyes. “Did I give you permission to speak, Lisa?” he asked. Oh fuck. Yup. It was immediately obvious what he meant when he said he would was more intense.
    I shook my head silently.
    “Words, Lisa,” he snapped. “Use them.”
    “No, Dr. Anderson,” I breathed softly, “you did not give me permission to speak.” I bit my lip as I spoke. Every nerve ending on my body was tingling.
    He smiled at me, perfectly relaxed. I held his gaze and waited.
    “Are you wet, Lisa?”
    “Soaking,” I replied instantly.
    He laughed. “Show me. Stick two fingers in your pussy.”
    I obeyed silently, and pulled them out and held them towards Patrick. I could see them glisten. My sticky wetness had coated them thoroughly.
    His right hand pumped his dick again, while he took a sip of wine. I held my hand outstretched.
    “Taste yourself,” he ordered. I sucked my fingers, and he growled as he saw the heat in my eyes. Under the bands of lace that were supposedly a bra, my nipples were hard pebbles of excitement. I could feel the crotch of my panties cling to me, completely soaked through. Goosebumps rose on my skin, and I shivered slightly.
    “Cold?” he asked instantly.
    I shook my head silently.
    “Come sit on my lap,” he ordered. An order I was only too happy to obey. I might have licked my lips openly as I moved towards him.
    He positioned me so I was facing away from him, and my legs were on the outside of his. I sat there, held open by his strong thighs, and I groaned and leaned back into him and ground into his dick a little.
    “No, no, no,” he chided. “Do only as you are told.” A couple of hard smacks on my breasts accompanied his rebuke, and I bit my lips and fought not to moan. My pussy gushed again as my breasts jiggled.  
    His fingers reached around and traced lazy circles on my clitoris, through the panties. It was slow and delicious and infuriating. I whimpered my protest, and a stinging slap on my thighs resulted.
    “Do you get to tell me how fast to go, Lisa?” His voice was very, very even.
    “No, Dr. Anderson, I’m sorry,” I begged.
    He took his fingers off my panties, and I almost sobbed in frustration. He moved his hands to my bra strap, and unclasped it. “I better remove it before I get tempted to tear it,” he commented wryly. He knew I really liked my lingerie, and I spent insane amounts of money on it. I shrugged off my bra, and tossed it on the couch, and his fingers traced the lace ribbons of the panties before he growled, “ take these off as well,” and I quickly stood up and complied.
    He stood as well, and he extended his glass of wine towards me. I took a sip, and then yelped as he pressed the glass against a nipple. It was cold. He moved the glass to the other breast, and teased it as well, and I whimpered and arched and tried not to move away. Then he looked at me and grinned, and lowered a finger into the glass of wine, trailing it in a circle around my nipple, before sucking it into his mouth.
    I groaned aloud, wanting desperately to press myself against him, but knowing I needed to keep still. He slowly did the same thing to my other breast, teasing my nipple till it stood swollen and erect.
    “Ready for your examination?” he asked me with a satisfied smirk.
    Lust was a haze in my brain. It took a few seconds for his question to even permeate, and then, I didn’t think myself capable of forming words. I just nodded.
    “Go upstairs, but head to the guest bathroom,” he ordered.
    I looked at him, startled. This was different. What did he have planned?
    “I really don’t like repeating myself, Lisa,” he said, with an edge to his voice. I mumbled my apologies and