But most of all, Darby realized that Avery was
not
Marissa. There was something more between them than the fetish.
Finally, Darby found her voice. “Go pick out a belt and bend over your bed.” Courage surged in her breast. For the first time in a long time, she felt thrilled about her future.
A slow smile claimed Avery’s lips as she turned and started down the hall. Darby followed. This was so wrong but damn it, she couldn’t turn it down. By the time she arrived in the bedroom, Avery had placed a wide, black belt on the foot of the bed and she was bending over, baring that beautiful ass and juicy, pink pussy. The second and third dilators lay on the bed along with a bottle of lubricant.
“Have you ever been spanked during sex before?” Darby asked.
“Not really. Not like this.”
Darby picked up the belt. Her stomach clenched at the thought of striping up those white cheeks.
Spanked and made to eat pussy.
Darby couldn’t wait to have Avery’s virgin tongue between her legs. Briefly teasing the end of the belt between Avery’s legs, Darby moved it to brush her thighs and lap at her cunt.
Avery squirmed.
“Let me know when you think you’ve been punished enough,” Darby said softly—then snapped the belt against Avery’s ass.
Avery let out a hiss.
Blood bloomed just under the skin.
“Again?” Darby asked.
“Again.”
Smack!
Darby rubbed the rosy stripe with her hand, kneading the tender flesh, reaching to tease Avery’s pussy before she drew her hand away and let the belt fall again.
Smack!
Avery’s leg muscles flexed.
“I think you’re wasting time. Grease up that dilator and stick it up your ass,” Darby commanded.
At once, Avery propped up on her elbows. She lubricated the second largest dilator, pulled her cheeks apart with one hand and reached behind with the other. With a moan and a wriggle, she took the dilator completely inside her bottom. Then she assumed the position to await the rest of her spanking.
“You’ll be glad you wore these when tomorrow comes,” Darby told her, and snapped the strap against her patient’s backside again.
Avery’s hands clutched at the comforter. Eyes squeezed shut and head turned to the side, she gnawed her bottom lip, her expression one of tortured ecstasy. The curled rim of the plug protruded from her hole, the erotic sight of it, coupled with that of Avery’s well-thrashed skin, causing triumph to swell in Darby’s chest. Her patient’s vulnerability and willingness to accept anything Darby wanted to mete out gave her a sense of ultimate control. She had the power over her lover’s pleasure, and the thrill of it was overwhelmingly intoxicating.
Darby dropped the belt. “Get on the bed. Lie on your back.”
Avery complied.
Darby peeled off her top, then reached behind and unfastened her bra. She wiggled out of her scrubs and panties and kicked off her shoes, delighting in the way Avery’s gaze drifted down her body and then climbed back to her eyes again.
Raking her fingers through the springy curls between her thighs, Darby admired her lover. “You’re going to eat me until I come all over your tongue.”
She crawled onto the bed, straddling Avery, moving up until her pussy was just over Avery’s face.
Avery’s fingers wrapped around Darby’s thighs as she sank lower, sighing loudly when flesh met mouth. Eager lips latched onto Darby’s clit and pulled, drawing her even closer. Her thighs burned from the spread as she gripped the headboard and rocked her hips, grinding her pussy on the mouth making love to her.
Hands reached upward to grasp at her breasts and nipples. They roved over her sides, her back, her ass and thighs. Darby lolled in the deep pleasure rippling through her body. The feel of Avery’s narrow body beneath her struck a protective chord that resonated all the way to Darby’s heart. For the first time since her breakup, she felt like a woman again. A woman who desired to love and be loved.
Who
could
love.
“I lied,” she whispered.
The tongue teasing between her legs slowed.
“I lied,” Darby said again as she lifted herself off Avery and stretched out on top of her. Breasts to breasts. Belly to belly. Groin to groin.
Confusion laced with passion shone in Avery’s eyes. “What do you mean?”
“I lied that I was going to make you eat my pussy until I came.” Darby brushed a strand of dark hair off Avery’s forehead, swept her thumb across Avery’s bottom lip. “Because all I can think about is kissing you.”
Soft as a feather, Darby grazed her mouth over Avery’s. “Kissing your lips.” And she did just that. Gently. Tenderly. She delighted in the supple flesh on flesh. Woman to woman. It was exquisite. “Kissing your neck and your ear,” Darby said, turning Avery’s head so she could suckle her way down the graceful slope of her before kissing her way back up to Avery’s ear.
Her lover whimpered with pleasure.
“Your breasts,” Darby said before she moved lower to lave a diamond-hard nipple. She kneaded the other one with her fingers, plumping it while she continued her sensual oral onslaught.
Avery’s fingers threaded into Darby’s hair. Her thighs hugged Darby’s waist. Still kissing her breasts, Darby worked her free hand between their bodies and explored the sweet pussy beneath her.
Avery arched and bowed, gasping when Darby thrust a finger inside her sheath.
“I can feel the plug up your ass,” Darby rasped. “Does it feel good?”
“Mmm…”
“Tell me it feels good to you.”
“It feels almost as good as your finger in my pussy,” Avery confessed.
“And what about my tongue?” Darby asked. “Do you want me to taste you?”
Avery’s answer was to push Darby’s shoulders, urging her downward. Darby complied. Her mouth found the glistening bud between Avery’s legs and she sucked as she worked her finger in and out.
Avery cried out. The little pleasure spot inside her cunt swelled and Darby stroked it, knowing she ignited a fire that blazed through Avery’s body.
Her legs went rigid and her moans grew louder. She lifted her knees, holding them high, opening herself to Darby’s mouth and fingers.
As she manipulated the plug with her free fingers, Darby flicked her tongue over the hard little clit, intent on making her lover come.
Avery’s legs trembled and she sucked in a breath through her teeth before she let out a loud, keening moan. Her inner muscles gripped Darby’s finger in rapid succession while the plug vibrated with the intensity of Avery’s orgasm. Elated, Darby continued to titillate her clit, gentling her pressure and slowing the speed of her tongue flicks as the spasms eddied and then tailed away.
Avery’s legs fell heavily to the bed. Perspiration beaded on the skin between her breasts. Gently, Darby dislodged the plug and tossed it to the floor before she kissed her way back up to Avery’s mouth.
When they ended their kiss, Avery’s gaze met hers, stunning Darby with the soft wonder lurking in the hazel depths.
“I’ve never been with a woman before,” Avery said. “Like this.” She entwined her arms and legs with Darby’s.
“What did you think?”
Avery dislodged a strand of hair that had crossed Darby’s cheek. “I think I’ve been missing something, that I’ve been in denial.”
“Do you think you’re gay?” Darby asked. The hope that suddenly sparked in her heart terrified her.
“All I know is that I’m…interested. In you. In getting to know you,” Avery admitted as her hand glided down to Darby’s pussy. “In more of
this
.”
Darby inhaled as she lifted one knee to give access to the inquisitive fingers. The digits searched through her folds in a slow, intense exploration that flooded her with desire.
“Your body feels so good to me,” Avery murmured. “So soft. So pretty.”
Avery’s finger slid inside and Darby rocked her hips in time with the unhurried, deliberate thrusts.
“Sex feels very different with a woman,” Avery said. “There’s no pressure. No need to perform or to fake anything.”
“You faked it with your ex?” Darby asked, barely able to form words as the intensity between her legs built.
“I never came from penetration. I was never aroused beforehand unless I fantasized about the types of things you and I have done together,” Avery confessed.
She’d experienced confusion, and Darby pitied her for it. She wanted to kiss her and tell her that was all in the past, but the words wouldn’t spill from her lips.
“But it’s different with you,” Avery continued. “I’m aroused. I want to
receive
, and before meeting you, I was all about giving. You make me come so easily.”
Darby gripped Avery’s wrist, holding the fingers tightly inside her while she bucked furiously. “You’re about to make
me
come,” she ground out as her eyes drifted shut and she allowed the emotion and sensation to swirl together and strike. Her orgasm rolled through her like booming thunder. Sudden. Strong. Startling.
She cried out, riding the intruding finger until the storm inside her dwindled to a lingering rumble.
In the afterglow, Darby allowed Avery to hold her. Panic tried to creep in but somehow, Darby tamped it down. Just for now, she would revel in what was happening between them. She needed the physical release. She needed to be loved and touched.
Maybe Marissa had never really loved her at all, because sex had never felt like this with her. There’d never been this yin-yang exchange that she experienced with Avery. The thought of losing control of this relationship terrified Darby. But now it was done. She’d willingly crossed a line and saw nowhere to go but forward.
After tomorrow, she would know for sure just how Avery felt about it.
Chapter Four
Butterflies flitted in Avery’s tummy as she walked into Nurse Lovette’s office. Everything that had happened between them last night filled Avery with hope and promise. They’d talked long into the night and had made love again and again.
She’d sensed some sort of change in Darby. An opening that had never been there before. Even though they hadn’t discussed it last night, Avery sensed her lover had been terribly hurt by her breakup.
All Avery knew was that the other girl’s name had been Marissa and she’d grown tired of the fetish play with Darby. Avery couldn’t imagine it. What had happened between her and Darby was more than just living out kinky fantasies. They’d connected, and for the first time, Avery looked forward to a future where she could share herself with another person.
Last night had also shown Avery that she’d bought into the fairy tale of a white knight rescuing the damsel in distress. In reality, she’d never been in distress. She’d been conditioned to believe in something that wasn’t right for her. She’d been molded by society. It shocked her now to think how easily she’d followed the herd in chasing the dream of the white picket fence and two-point-five children.
All along, the little voice inside her had railed against her course, but she’d ignored it. And she hadn’t been able to discern why she’d been so unhappy.
Until now.
Making love with Darby had turned on the proverbial light bulb, and now Avery looked at the world in a fresh way that excited her.
They had both agreed that, during their appointments, they would maintain their professional relationship. Other times, they would explore their relationship, date and see where this could head.
“Good morning,” Darby said cheerfully as Avery entered the office.
Avery couldn’t stop the broad smile that spread across her face. “Good morning.”
“Your room is ready,” Darby told her and led her down the hall to the examination room.
Avery’s pulse quickened. She didn’t know what was about to happen and the surprise filled her with erotic anticipation. Her first observation was that no drapes had been placed on the examining table.
“You’ll need to remove all your clothes, step on the stool at the end of the table and bend over.”
Avery eyed the rolling tray with bulges from several instruments covered by blue paper. Her blood heated and pulsed thickly through her veins at the thought of the pleasure to come.
“I’ll give you time to undress,” Darby said and then started out the door.
“But what about the drapes?”
“You won’t be wearing any drapes today,” Darby said, then closed the door behind her.
Arousal built as Avery hastily got out of her clothes and stored them in the little cupboard provided. Body quivering, she stepped onto the low stool at the end of the table and bent over, delighting in the rustle of paper beneath her naked breasts and belly.
Nurse Lovette had inserted the last dilator just before leaving last night and Avery had worn it dutifully for the full half hour. Now, she welcomed whatever invasion Nurse Lovette had to offer. She thrilled in the pleasure-pain and humiliation of having her most private recess prodded, while at the same time being soothed by feminine hands. Or punished.
She snickered at the memory of submitting to the spanking last night. She’d never asked for such treatment before but something about Darby made her feel safe to explore her darkest fantasies.