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

started climbing the stairs.
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    “Pause for a bit. How are you doing?” he asked, following me into the bathroom. I noticed he didn’t have his wine glass in his hands anymore, but instead, he had a glass of water.
    “Great,” I replied. I wasn’t lying. This was fantastic. From the place of trust we were in, the harder Patrick pushed me, the more aroused I got. It was like walking on a tightrope. It was exhilarating and terrifying, and I very badly wanted to please him.
    “Okay,” he said. “Get in the bathtub. Get on your hands and knees.”
    I flushed. “Can I hit pause for a bit as well?” I asked him.
    “Of course.” His tone softened instantly. “What do you need?”
    “I know I said I was okay with you calling me a slut and a bitch and a whore, but I’m not okay with you humiliating me.”
    He nodded. “I was going to unscrew the showerhead, lube up your ass, and use the hose as an enema dispenser. I was going to give you privacy to expel it, of course. Is that too much?”
    “The pressure of the water won’t be too much?” I worried.
    He gave me a look. “I am a doctor,” he pointed out. “I don’t actually just play one in the examination room. I’ll make sure I adjust the pressure.”
    Right then. “Sorry to kill the mood,” I said. My voice sounded a bit meek.
    He shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t intend to sound snide. Please, always stop me if you are nervous about something, and ask all the questions you need to. I can’t play with you if I don’t trust you, and I’m sure you can’t play with me if you don’t trust me.”
    He trusted you the night you weren’t prepared to use your safe word, Lisa. My conscience sounded snide. For the moment, I dismissed her ruthlessly. As some point, I would have to figure out what to do about my guilt, but not now. Right now, I needed to get on my hands and knees.
    In response, I just got into the bathtub and kneeled. I could hear him behind me, unscrewing the shower head, and opening the tap. I supressed my urge to turn around and see what he was doing, and just stayed where I was, facing away from the shower hose.
    A finger moved to my ass. “Tell you what,” Patrick pondered. “Why don’t you rest your chin on the ledge,” he gestured, “and hold your ass cheeks open for me. Can you do that without slipping?”
    I could do it without slipping. But I couldn’t do it without embarrassment. I could feel my entire body flush as I bent forward and parted my ass cheeks for Patrick. Yet my pussy was slick with my arousal, and my nipples were erect. And when I turned my head towards him to see his face, heat shone openly in his eyes, and his lust insulated me from my humiliation. His admiration just made me feel special. Beautiful.
    “Fuck, Lisa,” he said, and there was a tone of reverence in his voice. “Baby, you are absolutely perfect.”
    Cold lube dribbled on me, and his fingers massaged the lube into my puckered asshole, and I forced my clenched muscles to relax. Warm water splashed at my feet, and then, the tip of the hose was inserted into my ass, and water began to flow into me. Patrick had been right about the water pressure; the water entered my ass at about the same pressure it usually did from the enema bag, and I sighed softly and relaxed. For a few minutes, I just luxuriated in the feel of the warm water flowing inside of me.
    After a couple of minutes though, I began to feel really full. I groaned as my belly distended, and I raised my ass higher to allow more of the water to flow into me. My stomach started to cramp, and I bit my lip, and my fingers, holding my ass cheeks apart for Patrick clenched into a fist.
    “About half done,” Patrick said easily.
    “Half?” I squawked in outrage and disbelief. I couldn’t take much more liquid. Already, beads of sweat were starting to form on my forehead as the cramps threatened my body.
    “Would you like to rephrase that, Lisa?” Patrick’s voice was very