Healing Touch: Play Doctor, Book 2 (29 page)

It was like a shallow purple bowl that fit pretty evenly in the palm of her hand. At the bottom of the vessel, a wheel coated in filaments of the fleshy material kicked on. As it spun lazily, the strands fluttered. The device had a part of the wall cut away in a deep U.

“How do you think of this stuff?” Luke leaned over and put his knuckle against the endless parade of flapping tendrils. “This is going to drive her wild.”

“That’s the goal.” Kurt cracked his knuckles. “I sit in my office and imagine how I might torment her with more and more of this.”

“Oh God. It’s working.” Becca met each thrust of the probe.

Brielle refused to fall behind. “Wait, I don’t understand.”

“Let me show you.” Kurt took the gadget from her, drew a tube of lubrication from his pocket and squirted a daub onto his fingertip. Then he put his slick digit into the bowl, allowing the fibers to coat themselves as they turned, slapping his hand lightly.

Once satisfied, Kurt stepped between his wife’s legs, checking the fit of the straps around her ankles along the way. Tight but not biting. He attended to her as if she were a queen and he her subject despite the balance of power supposedly weighted in his favor.

Though Becca was helpless to do anything but entertain his attention, Kurt never once acted selfishly. Every action was designed to maximize Becca’s delight. Bound, the pretty redhead still retained plenty of clout.

Luke rubbed against Brielle’s back and bottom as they observed Kurt turn the bowl upside down. He whispered, “Don’t get scared. She’s probably not going to be able to stay quiet when that starts licking her clit.”

“Ohh.” Brielle could see how that could work. The flexible bowl covered Becca’s mound and the U groove in the bottom slid over the metal shank of the dildo probe, which steadily filled, then retreated from Becca’s pussy.

Sure enough, Becca gasped and shrieked when the Licker nestled into place.

“Take it, baby.” Kurt leaned over her, keeping his hand on his new toy to ensure it created suction and adhered. “It’ll be just right in a few seconds.”

“Yes!” Becca cried out as she thrust her pelvis upward. The motion forced the probe to misalign on its next return journey.

Kurt reacted quickly.

“Keep still,” he commanded in a tone that brooked no argument. He fed the dildo back into her clenching pussy then restarted its forward motion before glancing over at Brielle. “I won’t let her hurt herself. I’m sorry, she needs additional restraints.”

Brielle looked at Becca. Really stared.

Flushed and desperate, the doctor begged. “Please, don’t make him stop. More. I need more.”

Brielle took a deep breath. She reached out herself and extracted the belt near Becca’s waist. Testing the resistance of the auto-retract feature, she dropped it once, startling herself. On the second try, she handed the length to Kurt.

“Do you want to do it?” He was unbelievably patient with her, given the state of his undeniable arousal. From this angle, she could easily spot his raging hard-on, which protruded between the flaps of his lab coat. Dark hair sprinkled over his bare chest, leading in a very happy trail to his cock.

No one else reacted to their nudity, so she continued on as if she was totally impartial to their beautiful bodies. “I’m sorry, what?”

Kurt’s laugh drew her gaze back to his face. “You guys aren’t exactly making it easy for me to concentrate either. I asked if you’d like to strap her in tighter. I’ll show you how the fasteners work. Just in case… It would actually be possible for you to release her if you needed.”

A nod shook Brielle’s hair around her face a little more vigorously than she’d intended.

The Dream Machine’s creator covered her hand with his. He guided her first to uncover the receptor for the clasp, teaching her the slide-and-twist motion necessary to engage or extricate the buckle.

“Very good.” He nodded as he double-checked her handiwork. “How about one more across the top of her chest?”

The monitors beeped as if they were performing Vivaldi’s “Allegro”, Brielle’s favorite track from the CDs she’d snagged on one of her rummage sale runs.

Becca truly enjoyed this. The equipment sang the proof.

She looked down at her friend, meeting Becca’s gaze fully for the first time since they’d entered this room today.

A smile graced her lips, which were swollen from Kurt’s kisses earlier, Brielle guessed. “I hope one day you can open your mind to experiencing what you crave. It will be worth every bit of the fear and agony the desire has caused you when you are bound and yet free. I promise. I struggled. Kurt guided me to this place. I would be honored to help you find your way here.”

“I love you, baby.” Kurt swooped in for a kiss. Passionate, urgent and gentle simultaneously, their exchange brought to life a combination Brielle couldn’t have quite imagined before.

“They’re great together, right?” Luke cupped her chin in his hand, angling her face so that he could share with her.

Though she didn’t respond verbally, Brielle tried to communicate her gratefulness with every swipe of her lips over his. This awakening inspired her to reach farther than she’d ever thought possible. For an enduring mate rather than temporary companionship.

Instead of chasing the bull to grab it by the horns, she stood in the center of the ring and declared herself fair game, daring him to charge her. Because she deserved a man who felt for her the way Kurt did for his wife.

After witnessing something so brilliant, most other things paled in comparison.

Except Luke.

When he drew away to evaluate her expression, he beamed. His smile illuminated so much of the blackness she’d swallowed it amazed her.

Harder to believe, she seemed to balance him. To be his counterpart.

“Are you two going to stand there and make out all day? Or do you want to try my spare Licker?” Kurt grinned.

“I knew you were my best friend for a reason. Well, aside from the time you put plastic wrap over the urinal when Doug Blanser slept with my date to the prom.” Luke snagged the device from the stainless steel rolling tray then kneeled at Brielle’s feet.

“Or maybe how I let you sleep with my wife until you found someone to slay the loneliness that was starting to drive you mad?”

“Uh, yeah. That too.” Her golden-haired lover pressed on the insides of her knees until she widened her stance. After peeling her underwear down and off, he nuzzled her mound, breathing deep when he parted her lips with two long fingers. “Before I turn you into a guinea pig, how about I give you something to compare this thing to?”

Luke kissed the top of her slit, weakening her knees.

“Lean here.” Kurt positioned her so that her ass rested on the examination table. Then he teased his wife, “I bet you wish you could see them, don’t you, baby?”

Kurt’s attention returned to her. Brielle couldn’t imagine they’d be as interested in Luke’s wicked tongue as she was with Kurt’s inventions and how he wielded them to tame his wife.

That possibility combined with the wet sounds of the probe fucking Becca, encouraging Brielle to lift her leg and rest it on Luke’s shoulder. He buried his face deeper between her thighs, sucking on every engorged valley of her flesh.

She began to shake when he manipulated her clit with his nose while he lapped cream from her lips.

“You’re about to make her come, Luke.”

Both Brielle and Becca moaned at Kurt’s announcement.

“W-wait. Want to try the Licker.” Brielle tried to escape, but there was nowhere to go.

“Honey, he’s not going to let you off the hook that easily.” Luke laughed and Becca moaned at Kurt’s declaration. “We don’t run a one-and-done operation around here.”

Chapter Nineteen

“Huh?” She couldn’t think when Luke’s tongue circled her—slow, and then fast, and then slow again—before he added one of his fingers to his strumming of her body.

“We’re not leaving this room until we’ve shared a dozen orgasms between us. Luke and I
might
be good for two each. So guess who’s going to make up the difference?” Kurt’s assumption of control pushed Brielle nearer to surrender.

Luke paused to gloat, “I already had
numero uno
, thanks.”

“We only left you kids alone for five damn minutes.” Kurt chuckled.

“Just doing my part to reach your goal.” His smart-ass remark was slightly garbled as he dove back into business. Brielle adored his sense of humor. It spiked her need higher.

The thought of their semi-private naughty adventures must have driven Becca beyond restraint. She screamed Kurt’s name then bucked within the confines of her bindings. This time, the probe stayed in place.

Brielle felt herself slipping toward climax too. The other woman’s cries and the knowledge that Kurt had actually used the restraints to keep her safe while pleasing her was too much to combat. She tugged on Luke’s hair. When he peeked up, he smiled against her pussy.

She came so hard she should have fallen. Except both Kurt and Luke braced her through the rampage of sensation that stormed her nervous system. Brielle slumped against the examination table, uncaring that her shoulders and Becca’s thigh pressed together.

Kurt motioned to Luke, who lifted her into his arms. “That’s three. Nice.”

A giggle escaped between their lips when he bent to kiss her, sharing the mingled taste of them. Amazingly, she had no doubts she had more to give. Metal clanked as Kurt rearranged the space, extending side panels in the table. One was a kneeling bench and another a padded rest for her arms and head.

“Gorgeous.” Luke nipped her bottom lip. “I want to fuck you, Brielle. While they’re watching. With you wearing Kurt’s Licker.”

“I’m not planning on objecting.” She could hardly believe that hoarse voice was hers.

“Pay attention, up close and personal. I don’t think there’s any way you can miss how special it is when Becca submits to Kurt.”

“Already see that.” She gasped when the world spun around her.

Luke set her on her knees. She instinctively turned her cheek to rest on the upper pad. At that angle, he was right, she had one hell of a view.

“I’m not going to tie you, Cookie, but I’d like it if you would put your arms in the small of your back. Cross your wrists for me. That’s it. You’re completely able to move at any time. If you feel the need, just pull away.”

“I don’t want to.” She moaned and arched her back, flashing him her drenched pussy.

“Kurt, where are your condoms?” Luke’s frantic inquiry had her feeling smug.

“Uh oh.” The scientist froze from where he’d wandered near Becca’s shoulder, petting her and reigniting the fire in her. “I haven’t had to use those in for-fucking-ever. They’ve got to be expired.”

“Rub it in. Crap.” Luke massaged Brielle’s ass, on prominent display. “I didn’t expect this today. Don’t worry, Cookie, I’ll still take good care of you.”

Brielle peered at him over her shoulder. She spent half a second debating if she was making the right decision before Becca’s input came rushing back. Doubting her choices wasn’t the way to spend her whole life.

This was good.

This was right.

“Brad used to take me to get the shot. It made my cycle easier so I kept going to the university clinic when my benefits kicked in. I sure as hell got tested for everything under the sun after I left too. I’m clean. If you are…”

Luke covered her in a flash. He knelt with his legs on the outside of hers. “Today just keeps getting better and better. Let me in, Brielle. Skin on skin.”

The press of him against the backs of her thighs, the way his belly trapped her hands between them as he leaned forward, his fingers in her hair and his lips at her neck all guaranteed she wouldn’t last long before contributing another climax to the count.

And that was before she realized what Kurt was doing.

His groan had her peeking over the full mounds of Becca’s breasts to where he tucked his cock between his wife’s lips. She continued to grind on the probe while the Licker tortured her.

Brielle could relate when Luke reached around her hip to place the device’s twin over her pussy. The material felt too real when it sucked tight to her body. Luke switched on the revolving action. She nearly choked on her tongue.

“Yet another moneymaker from the Dream Lab, huh?” Luke didn’t give her time to adjust before pressing his cock against her. Whether her imagination contributed to the sensation or not, he felt hotter. Harder too. He buried himself in her a few inches on each shove. Soon he filled her to brimming and then some.

The combination of his possession and the Licker, mercilessly tapping her where it counted most, electrified her. Instead of a slow buildup of passion, it shocked her, like being struck by lightning. Without warning, she exploded.

“Ah shit.
Yeah!
” Luke tucked close and didn’t let her slip from his grasp, or off his cock, as she convulsed. “Four down.”

Kurt withdrew from Becca’s mouth. He groaned as he admired Brielle’s total lack of restraint. Stepping nearer for a better look, his cock glanced off Becca’s shoulder. He planted a hand on the table and leapt. Careful not to squash his wife, he placed one knee on either side of her body, leaving him facing her feet.