Coming ine box set, p.42
Coming in Hot: Rescue Me Box Set, page 42
“Not yet.” She tugged on the ring around his cock and he groaned. “One more.” The pressure on his ass grew and her nails skated over his sensitive bottom.
Clenching his ass had an unexpected effect. He was full enough back there that he felt ready to burst. Stars winked in and out behind his blindfold and he panted. “Oh. God. God.”
“Beg me. Beg to come.” Her breath tickled in his ear.
“Please! Please, Mistress. I need to come now. Please!”
The tightness around his cock eased and he gasped as blood began to flow freely again. She flicked the toy in his ass and that sent him over. The rush swept through his balls and he spilled his seed over the bottom of the bench and floor. The fullness behind made the release all the more satisfying.
“Thank you, Mistress. Thank you.” He laid his cheek against the vinyl of the bench. “Thank you.”
“Thank you. This… Well, you’ll see.” Her words were followed by a tug. He arched his back when her toy pulled free. It was a familiar sensation but different in some way. Like a bowel movement but not quite. “There. Rest, boy. We’ll start again soon.”
“Again?” He turned to look at her, forgetting the blindfold.
She pulled it off and her smile filled his vision. “Yes. You will have to see to my pleasure next, but rest now.”
His cock twitched at the thought even though he had no chance of getting hard again so soon. In that moment, the rush at the image of pleasuring her, pleasing her, he knew he had found his place, in her hands. A minute or two later, she wedged herself between him and the bench. Leaning back on it, she splayed her knees.
“Now, you’ve shown me how nimble your fingers are. Let’s see what you do without them. Just your mouth, please. If you need, I can tie your hands.”
His eyes locked on the downy short hair covering her mound. It was so pale, it nearly disappeared against her skin. “No, Mistress. That won’t be necessary.”
Dropping down, he inhaled her, waking his balls. Still spent, they echoed his cock in the desire to make a comeback.
He’d seen many vulvas in his office. Some with Brazilians, others with a fringe, and those who had never seen a blade, but never one this perfect. Just long enough to be soft rather than bristly. Although easily overlooked, the hair chased away any ugly thoughts he could have of adolescents. This was a woman.
He didn’t examine her as he did his patients. With them he wasn’t looking at a gaping pussy, but for discolored skin, sores, discharge, smells. Mistress, on the contrary, offered him a tempting treat and beautiful prospect.
Starting at her vagina and licking up, he used the full flat of his tongue to press over her urethra, flicking up at the end to catch her clit. Nose in her pubic hair, he worked his tongue around the hood protecting that barely exposed bud. It filled and grew into a tiny pea that he could close his lips on and suck.
Mistress cursed and gripped his hair in two fists, restricting his movement, preventing retreat. It didn’t stop him sliding down enough to thrust his tongue into her channel. He curled and straightened his tongue, falling short of her g-spot but working over the sensitive entrance.
“Oh, yes. So good. So close.” Her legs tightened around his head and she started to quiver. Taking advantage of the moment, he pressed his upper lip and the slight stubble on it into her clit. Shaking his head up and down, side to side, he kept his tongue in place until she pushed him away.
“Oh, God. Fuck…” She panted, more profanity dripping from her lips while she closed and covered her crotch. Shut out, he settled for rubbing his cheek on her thighs, knowing he could make her come again right now, so easily.
She pushed him back further and got off the bench. “Face down.”
He frowned, uncertain what she intended, what he might have done wrong. Even so, he obeyed.
“Relax, boy. I know you’re new here. I won’t work you too hard, but I do want to give you a taste of what you might expect in future.”
With a new dollop of lube, the toy slid in with only slight pressure. That pressure grew as she pushed until the second portion was also buried inside him. Reaching around, she stroked his shaft. Once fully hard, she alternated between his dick and balls, nudging the toy occasionally. Each one of those made him see stars. It seemed to take no time for her to bring him to his brink again. However, without the ring, he didn’t have to beg, spilling a second load atop the first. He relaxed, thinking the episode was over. It wasn’t, not nearly.
Taking hold of her toy, Mistress pushed even farther, right into his prostrate. Then she pulled. The second section of the toy didn’t pop free, and only left her half an inch to play with, but there was no denying she was fucking him with that half inch.
His cock, horribly sensitive, rubbed the bench. Despite its inability to rise, pleasure grew inside him until he was sure he was going to come again. His nuts tightened although they had nothing to release and he arched his back. Fire rushed through his veins, the heat of an orgasm flushing over him. “Coming!” he cried.
Mistress released the toy as he sagged. Stroking his head and back, she whispered into his ear, “Yes, next time, I’ll wear the cock that fucks you until you come as you just did.”
He shivered at the thought. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Now, how can I help you disengage from this encounter? Would you like to be held? Rubbed down?” She gestured to the chairs and sofas where couples were both in the middle of scenes and cuddling after them.
He wasn’t sure. He’d only had one encounter like this and she had sent him home with his raging erection. Too spent to think of leaving in such a state, he walked to a love seat and plopped down, dropping elbows to knees and head to hands. He thought his might fall asleep on the spot.
Mistress sat beside him and ran her hand down his back, not in a light caress, but a heavier stroke, smoothing the sweat he hadn’t even noticed gathered.
“Here,” she offered, opening her arms. “I know I don’t have the pillows some women might, but I promise they’re here for you.” Her smile was completely new to him. It wasn’t a powerful grin or a playful smirk. Her lips curled up in a warm, welcoming smile that drew him to it. She tucked his head under her chin and ran her fingers through his hair. “That’s my good boy.”
“Jeremy,” he murmured.
“Yes? Jeremy?”
“You call me boy. I thought you might have forgotten my name.”
She chuckled and it sounded oddly familiar. “No. I hadn’t forgotten. Don’t you like being my boy?”
“Yes, Mistress. I love it. I hope I can be yours again.”
Her chest rose and fell in a sigh. “I would like that, very much.” Her lips touched his brow in a light kiss and she continued to stroke and hold him.
“I might fall asleep,” he warned.
“Naturally. You’re tired. I didn’t go easy on you. Sleep. I’ll wake you in a while.” His hair pressed flat against his scalp and he imagined her head was resting atop his.
Inhaling deeply, he let consciousness go.
***
Destiny continued to play with Jeremy’s hair, drinking in the pleasure of him heavy and spent against her. She’d taken him, pressed him, and he’d welcomed more. Never in a million years would she think the proper doctor would kneel to her, but here they were.
His breath came slow and even. He’d fallen asleep, just as he’d predicted. The peace on his face filled her heart to bursting. She took pride in the wellness of her partners, but this seemed more. Something in that angelic face tugged on her. For the first time since adopting the lifestyle, she wondered what it would be like to have a regular partner. She didn’t contemplate a complete power exchange, but the idea of having someone she could call on without having to come to the club, someone always hers, was very appealing.
It wasn’t a crazy idea, but she’d never felt comfortable enough to share her real identity with anyone. Certainly Dr. Edgerton was the last person she would have dreamed, but again, here they were.
What would that be like? Would he come to her after the office was closed? Would he still yell at her and look down at her during the day? He couldn’t possibly bow to her whims while seeing patients. Maybe somewhere just for them.
It was stupid. He didn’t know who she was and never would. A queasiness grew in her belly until she shook him off, waking him. This couldn’t go on.
“Hmm? Oh, Mistress D. Can I do anything before we go? Pack your bag?”
Her lips twisted and his smile slipped. “No, I’ll see to it. You should find your bed.”
“As you wish. Can we meet again? Tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow?” Her voice caught on the word.
“Or Sunday.” He didn’t rise, sliding to his knees in front of her. “I really enjoyed tonight and hope it was pleasurable for you, too. If not, please, tell me what you’d like me to do differently.”
So eager to please. She leaned over and kissed his forehead. “You’ve done nothing wrong. I enjoyed tonight too. Sunday,” she relented. She’d need tomorrow to get her head on straight.
“Could we…meet earlier? I’m…” He glanced around. “Not loving the crowd.”
She swallowed hard. “Yes. We can meet at five. I don’t think they open earlier.”
“Five it is. Oh, have you decided what you’d like me to wear?”
The question struck her as absurd, next to what she’d been contemplating. She laughed. “Got a jock strap?” They fit her Fleshlight quite nicely.
“No. But I can find one!” He jumped up. “Thank you, Mistress D. You won’t regret it.”
But she already did.
Chapter Five
Back in the office, Destiny found it impossible to overlay the brisk doctor here with the one that fell to his knees before only four nights before. They could be two completely different people. True, she did behave differently when she donned her mask, but not as much as this.
“Destiny?” Joyce stood on the other side of the desk. “What’s wrong?”
“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong.” She gave a little sigh. “Just been a long week.”
Joyce nodded and straightened, taking the file Destiny had set on the corner of the desk for her. “TGIF. I hear you. At least we aren’t running as late tonight. You should get out of here by six.”
She fought a grumble. The office closed at 4:30. She damn well better be out of here by six.
“Destiny!”
Closing her eyes, she inhaled and exhaled before standing and responding to the summons to exam room two.
“Yes, Doctor?” She peeked in the door.
“Destiny, come here!” Jessica lay on the exam table, her large tummy standing nearly a foot higher than normal. The young woman had been coming to Doctor Edgerton since her mother first brought her at thirteen. Now she was married and having her own baby.
The doctor nodded to Jessica. “I’ll see you again next week. Not long now.”
“Yes, thank you, Doctor.”
He closed the door behind him at the same time Jessica pulled up her shirt from her belly. “Watch this.”
The baby shifted, turning probably, and Destiny stared in wonder as the bulge moved. She’d felt babies kick, but didn’t have any experience with this.
“She’s been extra busy today. No idea what’s got her tossing and turning.” Jessica ran her hands over her belly, hugging herself and her daughter.
“May I?” Destiny reached out her hand.
“Of course!” Jessica seized her wrist and planted her palm on the baby where it moved. A sharper point pressed into her hand. “Hey, girlie-girl, you can’t get out that way, no matter how you kick.”
Pulling her hand back, Destiny saw the oval protrusion that was either a fist or foot. “That’s crazy!”
“You’re telling me. Every night, I lay down and try to get comfortable—that’s a feat, let me tell you—and she decides it’s time to try out for the soccer team.” Jessica laughed, shaking her head. “Ken can’t get enough of that.” She pulled her shirt down as she sat up. Destiny offered her hand and the pregnant woman swung her legs off the table and onto the step stool. “Guess I need to book that follow up.”
Destiny patted her hand. “Same time? I have it held for you.”
“You’re a godsend, Destiny. I know I have to go off work sooner than later, but coming at four means I don’t leave much earlier than normal. I want to get everything squared away before I start my leave.”
“Don’t push too hard. Remember to delegate.”
“Like you don’t?” Jessica teased. “I mean, everyone else delegates to you, but you don’t have a backup, do you?”
Destiny shook her head. “No, not really. Good thing I don’t get sick.”
“Heh, always have your flu shot.” Jessica shrugged into her coat.
“Exactly. Good night.”
Jessica waved as she passed out the door.
The phone was ringing at her desk, but it took Destiny a moment to recognize and answer it. How long had it been ringing? “Dr. Edgerton’s office.”
“This is the Dr. Pine, the nephrologist. Can I speak with Dr. Edgerton?”
“Of course, please hold.”
She knocked on exam one and braced for a blast.
The door opened a crack. “What?”
“Nephrologist on line two.”
“Oh, good. I’ll get it in a minute.” He closed the door again not giving her so much as a glimpse of Mrs. Johnson. Rolling her eyes, she returned to her desk. There she sorted through paperwork and filed everything away again. At the same time, she wondered who would be available tonight. Dawn maybe? It had been a while since she’d had an evening with her.
The last patients left and inside of an hour, she arrived home and ran her ritual bubble bath. An hour after that, she pinned up her hair and tied on her mask. She’d bought a new corset—hot pink and black lace. It hugged her exactly the way she liked and had a frill of a skirt that didn’t quite cover her ass. Feeling absolutely in control, she pulled on her coat and hefted her bag to her shoulder.
Duffel in the passenger seat, she drove to the club, rounding her car to pick it up again. A shadow moved into her path, opening the car door, and she gasped in surprise.
“Allow me, Mistress D.” Dr. Edgerton lifted the bag to his own shoulder. He wore the same shirt as that afternoon, seeming to have come straight from the office. She hoped that wasn’t the case, or that he’d gotten something to eat at least.
“Have you been waiting for me?” she asked, leaning on her car and crossing her arms over her chest.
He bowed his head and gave her a sheepish smile. “Maybe.”
“Well, you shall wait a little longer.” She turned on her toe and walked away from him, toward the unmarked door.
He used his longer stride to reach the door ahead of her and hold it open as she passed through. Inside, she closed her eyes and opened her ears and nose to the familiar environs. Screams, panting, and smacking mixed with softer whimpers and encouraging words. The smell was the distinct mix of sex and sweat with a touch of leather, warmed by skin. Opening her eyes, she looked over her shoulder at the doctor still standing behind her. He surveyed the room and she could read his response in the tightness of his mouth and widening of the eyes. More pleased him than not, but one definitely turned his nose up. She turned to follow his gaze and saw the pair that exploited the edge pain could make. The woman, Valerie, flinched with each drop of hot wax fell on the shaved skin near her sex, close to the pussy that was on display with her wrists and ankles tied above her. Tears left mascara stripes down her cheeks and she clamped down on the bit between her teeth.
Hanging her coat, she turned to face him. “You want to play, boy? Let’s go there.” A mattress sat fixed atop a piston that allowed her to adjust the height.
He paused long enough to remove his shirt and hang it atop her coat, something he’d done before, and followed her.
Using the foot pedal, she dropped the table to just around her waist height. Turning to the doctor, she found he’d taken the time to remove his pants, which pleased her. He stood in only a purple jockstrap and a sheepish expression. This only made her grin harder.
“What a pretty little package!” And it remained little at the moment, twitching under her inspection. “All for me?”
“Only for you, Mistress.”
She smacked his thigh as she rounded him to her bag. “No sass.”
“I mean it.”
She shook her head and stood with rope in one hand and the can in the other. “We will see about that. Stand there.” She pointed to the other side of the mattress. “And stretch your arms toward me.” Using the loop bolted to the floor, she could bind his wrists and tie them off, restricting him from standing. “How is that. Any tingling?” The wrapping wasn’t tight, nor was the tie to the floor. He still had a lot of movement, just not enough to stand.
“No, Mistress.”
“Tell me if that changes.” Circling around him, she fondled the ass framed by the straps. “Well, that’s a lovely sight.”
“I’m glad it pleases you.”
She slipped her hands around his waist and pulled his hips back enough to slide the Fleshlight into the purple sack that held him. He’d elongated in the time she’d taken to tie him, but wasn’t hard when he entered the chamber. She didn’t turn it on immediately.
“Mistress?”
“Don’t you trust me?” she asked, incredulous. He turned his head to look at her while she pulled a paddle from her bag. Tapping it on her palm she waited for his reply.
“Of course, Mistress. I’m sorry. I just wondered what you’d put on me.” His dark eyes were wide and fixed on the paddle.
“Something for later. Something nicer than this.” She smacked the paddle on her palm. It stung, as it would on his ass in a moment, but not enough for her to flinch.
He flinched, and his cheeks tightened. Exactly as she’d hoped.
“Count for me, boy.” She rounded him and started on the right.
“One. Two. Three.” She started with simple blows, landing solid but without wind up. “Three,” came out higher in pitch and she moved to the left. “Four. Five. Six. Seven.” He’d gone one further before she knew the sting pushed him. Back on the right, she aimed for his upper thigh rather than the ass cheek itself, which was a beautiful burnished dusty rose. His brown skin turned such a pretty shade. “Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve.” He was taking more each time. How many would she be able to land in their next encounter. Turning to aim for his left, she rested her hand on his hot ass, feeling the heat radiating from her spanking. “Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Damn.” He winced but didn’t give her a yellow. Even so, she hesitated before landing number sixteen.
