Authors: Tara Crescent
“Patrick,” I groaned. My voice was ragged and raw. “I can’t hold on for much longer, please, it’s too much, please…” I was begging, and I wasn’t ashamed of it; I needed to arch towards release.
“Come for me, Lisa,” he said, grabbing the two strings of twine between his fingers, and looking into my eyes. I kept my eyes open and didn’t try to hide my need for him as I pressed the vibrator against my clitoris one final time, and I erupted, screaming from both the intense pain that shuddered through me as Patrick ripped off the clothespins in one, smooth move, and from the intense pleasure that followed immediately as my body tipped into orgasm.
It went on for ever, my pussy clenching and
spasming; my entire body trembling from the longing that had raced through it. Patrick thrust harder as I came, and then, I could feel his body tighten, as my orgasm tipped him into his own orgasm, and he came in me with a shuddering groan.
He slumped, half on me, and half standing, as my pussy clenched around his cock, till he finally pulled out of me with a sigh. He reached for the two clothespins at my nipples, and I braced for the pain as the blood came rushing in; but his mouth was on each nipple, soothing it gently, then he threw the condom in the trash, removed the butt plug, kissed my forehead with infinite tenderness, lifted me into his arms, and carried me to his bed.
Patrick:
“Want to play a game of pool or something?” I asked her. It was Wednesday evening. We had spent most of the weekend in bed, but this was the first time I’d seen her this week. Her mother was recovering well, Lisa had reported, and was itching to get out of bed and resume normal activity. Lisa had spent Monday and Tuesday evenings with her, trying to force her mother to rest.
“She’s stubborn,” she had commented wryly. I’d laughed at her tone. I had a feeling Lisa was pretty similar to her mother.
We had eaten dinner. After dinner, we had walked through the streets of Toronto, holding hands and savoring the crisp fall air, when we saw a pool hall. “You play?” I asked.
She grinned. “I’m pretty damn good, Dr. Anderson. Can your ego take being beaten by a girl?”
I laughed aloud. This woman was amazing. “Fighting words, Miss Preston. Let’s see what you can do.”
***
She wasn’t lying, she was good. Unfortunately for her, I was better. Legacy of a misspent youth. I beat her quickly the first game, breaking and running the table as she sipped her drink and watched.
“Best of seven, Miss Preston?” I raised a cocky eyebrow after that first game, and she just laughed.
“What are we playing for, Dr. Anderson?”
My voice was rough as I replied. “You. On your knees, hands tied behind your back, taking me down your throat.”
She looked at me, lust shining openly in her eyes. “Ah Patrick,” she said quietly. “You don’t have to win a bet for that to happen, I’ll gladly take your cock in my mouth any time you ask.” Fuck. My cock jumped instantly in response, and my heart warmed. I loved this girl; her open, easy lust, her complete honesty. She didn’t play games, Lisa. She told me what she wanted with directness.
“What do you want if you win, Lisa?” I asked her, pulling my mind back to our conversation.
“Another doctor’s appointment?” she asked.
“Deal.”
***
The second game, I scratched on an easy shot, fatally distracted by her tongue reaching out and catching a stray drop of wine. She smirked at me, and I laughed. She moved forward with her cue, and she capitalized on her opportunity, and ran the table.
“One game each,” she laughed, as I stacked the balls for her to break. She scratched on the break though, and I winked at her.
“I’m going to make you beg,” I told her. “You’ll have to beg for my cock.”
We were in a dark corner of the bar, and she ran one hand over my cock. My erection had subsided slightly, but I became rock hard as I felt her hand rub me over my pants. “I’ll beg anytime,” she whispered, licking her lips. I gulped hard, and willed my hands to stop shaking as I walked to the pool table to take my shot.
We traded shots, back and forth, both of us making silly mistakes as we lusted for each other. We brushed into each other as we walked to and from the pool table; we snuck in kisses in our darkened corner, and we held hands, and we acted like two teenagers in heat.
“You aren’t bad at this,” she said grudgingly, as I made a near-impossible shot in the middle pocket, the merest whisper of a stroke that sent the ball sliding into the pocket. I followed it up by a hard, long shot that resounded with a satisfactory thwack.
“Soft, hard,” I whispered in her ear. “Which way do you want it, sweetness?” I ran my hands over her body, rubbing my palms on her nipples, over her clothes, and watching with satisfaction as they hardened into erect nubs that begged for the touch of my mouth and teeth on them.
She gulped, and I fought not to unbutton her shirt, and take those beautiful nipples between my teeth. Later. It would keep; this fierce, hot lust. For the moment, I was relatively content to enjoy the camaraderie between us as we played, and I savoured our banter and our laughter.
***
My phone rang as she was setting the table up for the next game, and I groaned. It was the hospital. I was on emergency standby. Alcohol was a strict no-no when you were on call, and in accordance I’d been drinking soda all night. But I had hoped that Toronto would have a peaceful night, with no need for any emergency surgery. I wasn’t going to get my wish fulfilled.
I answered, told them I’ll be there in ten minutes, and turned to Lisa. She’d heard my end of the conversation. I was bracing for annoyance, but she had nodded her head as I talked on the phone, and in the meanwhile, she’d cleared our tab. No annoyance to be seen; just understanding. She was perfect.
“I’ll catch the subway home,” she said, as I started to apologise for cutting our evening short.
I kissed her briefly on her lips. “You are pretty fucking awesome, baby,” I told her. “And Lisa? No masturbating when I’m not around.”
“Yes, Dr. Anderson,” she whispered, her voice sweet and compliant.
I was falling deep and hard for this girl.
Lisa:
Friday afternoon, he had called. “You busy tonight?” he asked. “No,” I replied, and caught my breath as I heard his next words. “Doctor’s appointment tonight,” he said. “Six this evening. Don’t be late.”
***
“You aren’t wearing your cast,” he commented, as I walked in his house.
I nodded. “It doesn’t seem painful,” I said.
A wicked smile spread on his face, and I knew I was going to be in for the ride of my life. “Excellent.”
I refrained from asking him what he had planned. “Technically, we played our pool game to a draw, since you had to leave, so I didn’t really win my doctor’s appointment,” I pointed out.
Patrick laughed at me. “Both our assumptions are flawed,” he said. “You really want to go down on me, and I really want to tie you to that examination table and have my evil way with you.”
I fluttered my eyelashes hopefully. “And can I go down on you?”
“We’ll see.” His voice was non-committal.
***
I went into the examination room and got naked. The table was at the usual waist-height. The mirror was back today; it was on one end of the room. The robe was nowhere in sight, and so I just perched myself on the examination table and waited for Patrick. I didn’t have to wait for long. In just a couple of minutes, he knocked on the door and entered.
He chuckled when he saw that I was naked. “It’s seriously good for my ego that you got naked already,” he smiled.
I smiled back. “I didn’t break a rule, did I?”
He grinned. “Oh, I didn’t say that. I just said it was good for my ego. But first, before we get going, we haven’t done much impact play. How’s your pain tolerance, and can you handle a flogger?”
I wanted to call out for an oxygen tank; I needed air. The idea of Patrick flogging me, with that quiet, intent, attentive look in his eyes was enough to heat up the room by ten degrees, easy.
“There’s probably a more submissive answer,” I replied, trying to keep from smiling from ear to ear, trying to preserve some semblance of protocol and decorum, “but the only one that comes to mind right now is Fuck Yeah.”
He laughed aloud. “The things you say,” he said, smiling. “Okay. You know your safeword?”
I nodded. “If I gag you, I’ll give you the red ball again. Drop it and we stop and talk.”
I nodded again. I was naked, I was horny, and my ridiculously amazing boyfriend was going to flog me. It felt like Christmas morning.
“Okay, Miss Preston,” his voice was crisp. He transitioned effortlessly into the scene. “I’m afraid my nurse couldn’t make it today, so you are going to have to administer the enema yourself.” He tried to hold the grin back, he wasn’t very successful. I could see his lips twitch, and the merriment dance in his eyes.
There was only shock in mine. “What?” I yelped. I had to give myself an enema? While he undoubtedly watched? My cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
He raised an eyebrow, and his voice got quiet and dominant. “Is there a problem, Miss Preston?” he said, and I instantly lowered my eyes and shook my head.
“No, Dr. Anderson.” Damn you, Patrick, I cursed under my breath. But I couldn’t deny that there was more than a twinge of arousal in me at the thought of doing something so personal in front of him, as he watched.
He handed me a tube of lube. “Lube yourself up first,” he ordered, and I could hear the amusement in his voice. “Lisa, turn towards me while you are doing that.” He sat on the stool, in front of me, ready for the show. Damn him. I was mortified.
The purpose of the mirror was suddenly clear. He could see my fingers reach into my ass and swirl the lube in, and at the same time, he could watch my face, beet-red with embarrassment as I fingered my most intimate of holes in front of him.
Fine. I could do this. I straightened my back and met his eyes steadily. “Yes, Dr. Anderson,” I said dryly.
His lips twitched. “You should remember that there’s a flogging in store for you this evening, Miss Preston, before you overdo the sass,” he said levelly. His eyes were still amused.
I bit my lips to keep back the grin. “Yes, Dr. Anderson,” I said, and this time, my voice sounded much more dutiful.
***
“Part your legs,” he instructed, as my hand reached behind me to spread some lube in my asshole. “I want to be able to see.” Cheeks flaming, I spread my legs wide for him, as wide as I was able. As much as I wanted to sass Patrick, there was also a real, essential bit of me that wanted to please him. And so I obeyed his instructions willingly and with full intent, and I warmed before the obvious pleasure in his eyes at my compliance.
I inserted one finger into my asshole, and wiggled it around, pushing the lube inside, then I pulled it out, and squeezed more lube on my fingers, and this time, I inserted two fingers in that tight hole. I kept my eyes on Patrick; his eyes were hot with lust, but he didn’t move from his seat.
“Add a third finger,” he ordered. I pulled the two fingers out of my ass, and they came out with a wet, sucking sound that had me blushing with shame. More lube, and I slowly willed myself to relax, as I pushed three fingers up my butt.
“Pump your fingers in and out.”
I let out an involuntary moan as I obeyed his instructions. My pussy was dripping wet at the lust in his eyes, soaked at the way I was playing with myself for his pleasure.
“Good girl,” he said, as I continued to pump, wet squishing sounds following each in-and-out of my fingers. He rose from his stool, wheeled the enema stand towards me. The bag today was larger than any I’d ever used before, and I eyed it nervously, but I didn’t question Patrick. He was in charge. My job was to obey. It was pretty simple, really.
“Would you prefer to bend over the examination table as you insert the nozzle, or would you like to keep standing?” he asked politely. His eyes were gleaming with lust and hot need that he didn’t bother to hide.
“Do you have a preference?” I asked him.
He shook his head with a smile. “Both pretty awesome, sweetness,” he said softly, and my heart warmed. I elected to stay standing, and maneuvered the nozzle into my lubed asshole, taking care to keep my legs spread. His hands reached forward and he adjusted the settings so that water would begin to flow into me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groaned, as the gushing water went from warmly pleasurable to insanely uncomfortable in the space of seconds, and the bag was only half-empty. “Patrick,” I groaned in protest.
He looked at me with narrowed eyes, and I shut up instantly and took it, shifting my weight from one foot to another in the hope of easing the cramps that were already starting to run through my belly. When the bag was finally empty and I’d removed the nozzle, Patrick gestured to me. “Come here,” he said. He had a butt plug in his hand. I hadn’t even seen him reach for it. I came right up to him, and stood in the space between his legs, facing him. I bent down and kissed him on his lips, and for just an instant, he kissed me back with great sweetness.
“Confident you’ll keep the liquid in without the plug, sweetness?” he said with a raised eyebrow as he pulled back, and I instantly turned around so he could insert the butt plug in.
“Twenty minutes, I think.” His voice was musing. “It was going to be fifteen, but then, you got naked without permission.” His lips twitched. He wasn’t the slightest bit angry I took off my clothes, we were playing. I loved playing with Patrick.
“Yes, Dr. Anderson,” I grinned at him, turning around. Only for an instant. Then, I whimpered as a fresh wave of cramps pulsed through me.
“Ah, sweetie, does it hurt?” His voice wasn’t snide at all. “Come here.” His hands ran over my stomach, massaging it. His hands moved my breasts together, and his mouth descended on my nipples, sucking and nibbling at them. Then his teeth grazed on my nipples, and I groaned, this time in sheer lust.
His hands tightened on my breasts and he squeezed, and I moaned again. Teeth and tongue, nibbling and sucking. My pussy dripped, and goose bumps erupted on my skin. All I felt was arousal and lust, the cramps were firmly pushed to the background.
His lips moved from my nipples, and he pulled my head in, and just grazed my lips, with the softest of touches. I opened my mouth, silently begging for the feel of his tongue against mine. He groaned, and pleasure filled me at that slight noise, at the slight loss of control that groan signified.
I could have stayed there and kissed him forever. But he pulled away, glanced at the clock on the wall, and smirked. “Go clean up,” he said. “Let’s get going with the rest of your examination.”
***
When I came back out, the fucking machine was out, and a double headed dildo was attached to it. I shuddered in anticipation.
“Ready, Miss Preston?” Patrick inquired politely. I nodded silently.
“Okay, I want you on the table, on your knees, and bending forward. Put your weight on your elbows.” I followed his directions, and he tightened straps around my calves and my elbows. “I’m not going to tie your wrists down, I don’t want you pulling at it and straining your wrist again,” he said. But I’m going to give you another incentive to keep very, very still.”
He moved away, and when he returned, he had a pair of nipple clamps and a very long chain in his hand. He threaded the chain under the examination table, and then he pinched my nipples and attached the clamps. I hissed in pain, and he gave me a look. “Too tight?” he asked.
The pain was easing into pleasure, the throbbing now both in my nipples and in my pussy. I shook my head silently.
“Lisa,” he said, his fingers tightening the chain. “I don’t need to point out that if you move, the chain will pull at the nipple clamps and at your breasts if you move.” Oh, no. He didn’t need to point this out at all. I was going to have to be still as the fucking machine pounded twin dildos in and out of me, and Patrick did whatever else he wanted to my body.
I winked at him. I knew it was going to be really intense. But I couldn’t wait. He just laughed aloud and kissed me. “Behave, Miss Preston,” he said, laughter in his voice.
“Yes, Dr. Anderson,” I said, trying to keep from laughing as well. I hadn’t forgotten that there was a flogging ahead for me.
Patrick fiddled and adjusted the fucking machine, then swiped a finger in my pussy. I groaned. “Keep doing that,” I begged. He just laughed at me. “You don’t get to make the rules, baby,” he muttered, as he moved in front of me, and licked his finger with relish. Arousal and heat shone openly in his eyes. “A tasty treat,” he said. “You are plenty wet already, baby, but I’m going to add more lube.”
He squirted some lube into my pussy, and turned the fucking machine on. It moved slowly, and I whimpered as the twin dildos invaded my pussy and ass, till both holes yielded to their insistent push. They pulled out, and then pushed in again. Patrick fiddled with a setting on the remote, and the dildos moved faster in and out of my body.
I whimpered. “Patrick,” I begged. It was all I could do to keep still. I wanted to push into the dildos, meet the insistent thrust with a corresponding thrust of my hips. But I tried moving, and a sharp pain shot through my nipples.
“Keep still,” he warned. I nodded.
He appeared in front of me with a suede flogger in his hands. He held it out, and I kissed it, my eyes on his face. “Such a good girl,” he said quietly. “Tell me if it’s too hard.” I nodded silently, my thoughts incoherent as two dildos moved firmly and deeply in my ass and pussy. He moved behind me and positioned himself to one side.
The first stroke of the flogger struck right at the crease where ass met thigh. I whimpered and clenched and moved ever so slightly, and the piercing pain in my nipples reminded me to hold still. The dildos moved in and out of me, and the slight bite of the flogger added a sharp counterpoint. My pussy was dripping, the lube entirely unnecessary, as the dildos stroked deep in me, and I wanted to feel Patrick’s fingers on my clitoris, rubbing me surely into orgasm.
The second stroke of the flogger struck at my upper back. Then my thighs. And Patrick walked to the other side of me, and repeated the movements. Ass. Back. Thighs. All the while, my body danced in the same spot, held between two hard dildos and two cruel nipple clamps, waiting to receive the sweet kiss of the flogger on my skin.
“How are you holding up, sweetness?” Patrick’s voice was filled with pleasure.
“Touch my clitoris, please,” I begged. My pussy was dripping as the tails of the flogger found my body, raising small lines of fire on my ass and thighs, lines that only stoked the fire inside me.
He shook his head. “Too soon,” he said, and the flogger resumed its relentless march down my body.
Waves of pain and pleasure cascaded all over me, and I moaned in longing. I floated in a space where time lost its meaning. I was caught between the grinding of the dildos into my pussy and ass, the dull throbbing ache that was my clamped nipples and the warm lash of the flogger. But I wanted more. I missed something. Patrick.
“Please, Patrick,” I begged, my voice a ragged thread of need. “Please let me suck your dick.”
There was appreciation in his eyes, as he looked at me. “Ah, Lisa,” he said, and his voice was quiet. “You are so fucking perfect.” He shrugged off his doctor’s coat in one economical movement, removed his t-shirt and his pants quickly, and then, his cock bobbed in front of my face, erect, with a glistening of pre-cum at the tip.