But it didn’t stop.
The fingers pressed and circled, faster and faster. The invisible thread between Avery’s mouth and nipple and clit grew taut until Avery feared something inside her would snap.
Her need to touch Darby was almost painful. Need crackled in the air around them. But it wasn’t just physical need. It was something deeper and far more dangerous. Something that would undo a relationship currently based on preventing intimacy. Avery ached to ease Darby’s desire, to please her and bring her to orgasm—to share something more than sexual release.
Darby dragged her mouth away from Avery, who gazed up at her, dazed. Confused.
“I knew you’d shatter my self-control.” The fingers still massaged her clit, bringing her closer to the brink once again. “It’s my fault. All mine,” Darby said, and covered Avery’s mouth with hers again.
This time, Avery reached for Darby’s breast, cupping the soft flesh and squeezing gently.
“I’m gonna make you come again,” Darby whispered against Avery’s lips.
“Yes,” Avery arched, grinding against the fingers circling her clit.
Darby’s hand pressed a little harder and stroked a fraction faster. Avery couldn’t close her eyes. She wanted to watch, to see everything. Her thighs quivered. Her breasts shook. Darby’s hand on her pussy blurred. The fingers tormenting her nipple tightened. Avery’s eyelids grew heavy, wanting to close, wanting to…
“Oh God!” Avery cried, her voice strangled. “Oh God, I’m coming!” The breath stuck in her throat. Her channel contracted and her clitoris pulsed but Darby didn’t let up the pressure. Avery spiraled, sinking into the depth of her release, knowing an irrevocable change had happened between them.
No matter what Darby wanted, and no matter how hard Avery tried, they had torn past their self-imposed barricades. They were more than patient and nurse now.
Still shuddering, Avery lifted her chin, seeking Darby’s mouth. Tears dampened Avery’s eyes as this time she claimed Darby’s lips, burrowing her fingers into the woman’s silken hair, holding her close as she poured her need into the kiss. She ached to get closer. What was this emotion driving her to risk everything? She suddenly felt a desperation she’d never known before. She’d certainly never felt anything like this for either of her husbands.
Was she driven by the fetish or was this something more?
She’d give anything to find out.
Darby drew away. Interest sparkled in her blue eyes.
Avery quickly put a finger over her lips. “Don’t say anything. Don’t.” She couldn’t bear another rejection. “I want to make another appointment.”
Darby’s chest rose and fell with a deep breath. She gave a little nod. “Get dressed and come out to the front desk,” she said, assuming her professional air once more.
After Darby left, Avery climbed down from the table and cleaned herself up with tissues before dressing then washing her hands. Her entire body still sang with the intensity of her orgasms. She still tasted Darby’s kiss on her lips.
No. It wasn’t just the fetish. She needed and wanted Darby outside the kinky sexual stuff. She wanted her for real, in the real world. After her appointment tomorrow, Avery decided, she’d just have to come clean with Darby and admit it. And if Darby wasn’t willing to go further, then it would mean the end of their fetish relationship.
She shouldered her purse and walked out to the desk.
Darby handed her an appointment card before pushing a plastic bag of three black plastic cylinders toward Avery.
“What are these?” Avery asked, studying the hollow cylinders.
“Anal dilators,” Darby explained as she slid a sheet of paper across the counter. “Here are your instructions.”
* * * * *
Avery read the instructions for a third time. She was to wear each of the three smooth, tapered dilators for thirty minutes each. The last part of her orders caused Avery’s mouth to go dry.
In preparation for your next appointment.
She looked at the largest of the three-inch-long dilators. It was as big around as the probe Nurse Lovette had used in her vagina at one of their earlier appointments and shaped like a large bullet, but with a lip at the end to prevent it from slipping completely inside. Avery drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Her blood thickened and warmed in anticipation of what might happen tomorrow.
Her eyes closed and images of Darby—legs sprawled on the bed—caused Avery’s clit to pulse.
Maybe now was the time to wear the first of the dilators. Avery stood, her stomach tightening and her heart pounding as she pulled up her skirt and drew her panties down to her thighs. She removed the smallest dilator from the bag and coated it with lubricant. Her rim clenched in expectation of the invasion.
As she reached behind and pressed the tip against her anus, her fantasies turned once more to Darby.
Darby, naked on a bed, her luscious thighs spread, revealing the delectable prize between them. A little moan escaped Avery’s lips as she imagined kissing her lover, raking her tongue through her juicy slit and probing into her opening. Tasting.
Avery leaned forward and inched her feet apart as she gave the dilator a little push. Her rim gave and her breath froze as electricity fired around the sensitive opening. Intent on pleasing Nurse Lovette, Avery pushed the device farther in, feeling as if her body were melting around the smooth, cool plastic. A pulse beat there as if that part of her body had its own heart. It felt so wonderfully good when her rim closed around the lip that Avery sighed her delight.
Liquid filled her pussy and she fought the sudden need to bring herself to climax. It was going to be a long, long thirty minutes. Determined to hold out, she pulled her panties back up and smoothed her skirt down. Slowly, she straightened, drew in a deep breath and let it out.
Her bottom felt full and her clit reacted with a mind of its own. Avery tried to do what she would normally do, throwing a load of laundry in the washer. But the dilator wouldn’t let her forget its wicked presence.
She leaned over the open washer and pushed her hand into her panties, rubbing her hungry clit. Jesus, it had only been five minutes. She was sure Darby intended to torture her in retaliation for what happened earlier.
Darby…
Once again, Avery’s fantasies slid to a shadowy bedroom and her naked nurse sprawled on the bed, begging to have her pussy eaten.
Avery came quickly. Rapture emanated from her bottom to her clitoris and then radiated in thick, pulsing waves through her body. Her hole burned around the dilator and instinctively she wanted to remove it but, she still had twenty-five minutes left.
Still humming from her orgasm, she made her way to her bed and lay down on her stomach. This was wonderfully torturous. She wanted out of her clothes. She wanted Darby in her arms, comforting her, touching her.
Avery rolled onto her back and unbuttoned her blouse. When she sat to remove it, along with her bra, the device secreted in her bottom sent more shockwaves through her system. Quickly, she unzipped her skirt and pushed it and her panties off.
Ripples of cool air swept over her naked skin in rhythmic succession as the ceiling fan turned overhead. She lifted her knees and reached between her legs. God, her pussy was drenched. The dilator sat firm in her hole. Rolling her head to the side, she looked at the clock. She sighed. Twenty minutes more.
She tried to focus, to use her therapist’s techniques to figure out why she needed this. Why did having a plastic object embedded in her ass turn her on beyond reason?
Why did it matter when she was so consumed with making love to Darby she could think of nothing else?
Darby had divulged she’d been in a relationship with a woman. Avery wondered what it would be like to come home to a woman instead of a man. In truth, she’d always dreaded coming home to her last ex’s mess, the odors associated with him, the blobs of toothpaste left in the sink and the dirty underwear and socks left wherever he’d seen fit to remove them.
But how could she have been so blind to her attraction to women? She’d always associated sex with
procedures
, not with other females. Now Avery wondered if she hadn’t had a different sort of love for her past girlfriends than simply platonic.
Need distracted her and her clit jolted when her fingers touched it. Avery spread her thighs as she gently explored herself, imagining it was Darby’s pussy. The springy, damp curls parted at Avery’s fingertips. The needy clit swelled and the slick lips unfolded, exposing the opening. Avery slid her finger inside herself, bringing her knees up farther so she could tilt her hips to receive more. Her bottom constricted around the dilator. The stretch added to her pleasure as she fingered herself. Kissing Darby had felt so right…but Avery wanted much more from Nurse Lovette.
* * * * *
Darby put the phone down. She couldn’t call. No. She shouldn’t call.
But wouldn’t it be wrong not to check on her patient? Staring at the phone, she wet dry lips with the tip of her tongue. For the first time since her breakup, she found herself really attracted to someone.
Someone who seemed to understand her. Someone
she
understood.
Kissing Avery had happened so naturally. It felt right. But what if intimacy between them spoiled their
professional
relationship? Darby squeezed her eyes shut. It would crush her to fall for another woman and then watch as she grew weary and bored and moved on to someone fresh and exciting, the way Marissa had.
Darby muted the television and drew her legs underneath her. Ruminating about Marissa was
not
going to solve anything. She thought back to that day in the hospital, to the hours before Mr. Schneider had died. Something had changed inside her that day. Something she hadn’t wanted to face until now. Separating herself from the rest of the world because she feared being hurt was turning her into an observer instead of a participant—and Darby realized she was ready for more.
But there was the problem of her kinky side. How could she ever be free to have a relationship that didn’t somehow involve that aspect of her being? It wasn’t like a girl was going to walk in off the street and give her permission to carry out her control fantasies with random patients.
When she recalled how good it had felt to have Avery’s fingers delving into her panties, Darby’s pulse accelerated. And that kiss today… It had been filled with promise and something more. Love?
Why did the thought of Avery being in love with her cause Darby’s heart to race? And worse. It caused moisture to slicken her folds. She adjusted her position on the sofa in an attempt to alleviate the pressure on her swollen clit.
Before she could stop herself, she snatched the phone and dialed Avery’s number. Her heart pounded as she waited for her patient to answer.
“Hello,” came the ragged greeting.
“Avery? I was just calling to…to see if you were having any trouble.” Just the sound of the other woman’s voice made Darby want to plunge her hand down her scrubs and play with her pussy.
“No trouble,” Avery replied. “I’m wearing the first dilator but…I don’t think I can manage them all for the full thirty minutes each.”
She was wearing it. Darby slowly untied the drawstring at the top of her scrubs. “How does it feel?”
“That’s just it,” Avery said. “It feels so fucking good I’ve come three times in ten minutes.”
Darby released an audible breath. Her clit ached for attention. For her patient’s attention. “Do you need me to come over and help you?”
A long silence ensued as Darby slid her fingers down to her own clit and began to massage it.
Finally, Avery spoke. “I do need you. Can you be here soon?”
* * * * *
Forty-five minutes later, Darby stood on Avery’s front porch, knocking on her door.
Avery answered wearing nothing but a silky pink robe. Darby drank in the sight of her. Long, brown hair framed Avery’s sex-flushed face. Her nipples pebbled visibly through the thin fabric. She seemed breathless. Expectant.
And so irresistibly beautiful, Darby couldn’t prevent herself from closing the distance between them and kissing her patient’s mouth.
At once, Avery softened in her arms, clinging and opening to the onslaught of lips and teeth and tongue. Darby’s hands roamed down the silk, caressing the soft, yielding flesh underneath. She slipped her fingers in the opening and brushed the trimmed thatch of hair between Avery’s legs. “Are you wearing the second dilator yet?” Darby murmured against her lover’s lips.
“Not yet. I…I think I need to be punished for not doing as I was instructed.” Avery’s teasing tone set Darby on fire.
She drew back far enough to level her gaze on her patient, unable to quell the little smile that played at the corners of her lips. “Just how do you need to be punished?”
A mischievous glint flashed in Avery’s eyes as she took another step back and untied the robe. She let it drop to the floor. “I need to be spanked. Spanked hard. And I need to be made to eat pussy.”
For a heart-stopping moment, their eyes held. Darby debated. God, she wanted this so much she could already taste it. Denying herself a relationship because of what Marissa had done was stupid. Darby realized she had never been in control of that relationship. She’d never been the dominant one. She’d been Marissa’s plaything.