Doctor Dom Series Sequence One (Triage | Observation | Diagnosis): A BDSM & Medical Play Series Read Free Page B

tune; the strokes were random, and I couldn’t tell where the next stroke was going to fall. I groaned; my pussy felt swollen and heavy, so sensitive, so much in need of his touch.
    And then… a flick. A hard flick of my clit, an unexpected treat between the blows. I almost arched right off his lap in the sheer shock of it, and as his hand clamped down, pleasure flooded through me. That flick had me dance on the edge of pleasure-pain, and I wanted to dance there again.
    I almost broke my rule; I almost begged. But I held firm. Patrick would determine what he did to me; I would not beg. If this was to be intensely erotic to me, I was only allowed to ask him to stop. I needed to cede control completely; my pleasure needed to be entirely in his hands.
    Perhaps he sensed this, because his hand teased my pussy again, that swollen pussy that was dripping in need, but he didn’t flick my clit again, not just yet. Instead, he spanked, and now, the blows were hard, the cracks loud in the room, interspersed with my soft moans; and it was all I could do to stay quiet, to not beg for the feel of that flick on my pussy again.
    I wanted so much to dance on that edge of pleasure-pain.
    “Beg for it…” Patrick said, his voice level.
    Holy crap, how did he know? How could he tell that I craved that flick; I craved that touch again; how could he know?
    But he knew.
    His hand was teasing my clitoris, soft rubs, nothing like the sharp edge of that flick, and I was so close to erupting in orgasm, but I needed that flick to send me over the edge. And he knew it, and he wouldn’t do it again, unless I begged.
    I never begged. Except now.
    “Patrick, please…” My voice was a moan of helpless longing.
    “Please what, baby?” Damn him, he sounded amused. He was displaying flawless self-control.
    “Please, do that thing again, that flick on my clitoris…” I felt the heat rise in my cheeks as I said that, and I was sure my face was the colour of my ass.
    “Like this, baby?” His voice wasn’t amused this time, it was quiet. And then, he flicked it again, and again, and again once more, and every muscle in my body clenched tight, and I erupted in orgasm as he shoved three fingers, hard, into my soaked pussy. The world went black for an instant; I lost the ability to see and hear; I could only feel the tremors in my vagina as my swollen pussy clutched and milked his thrusting fingers.
    He kept thrusting and flicking; he didn’t stop. I moaned as my swollen, sensitive clitoris responded to him yet again, to what he was doing to me.
    “I can’t,” I moaned.
    “I think you can, Lisa,” he said, his voice firm and unyielding. My pussy gushed in response. I could stop this anytime, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to do as I was told.
    A pinch on my clitoris; short, sharp pain. I screamed in shock, and as the pain receded, pleasure came rushing in, and I erupted again in orgasm, shaking helplessly, clenching yet again against his fingers.
    I just lay on his lap for a while. I needed a few seconds of recovery from the shattering release; it had been six months, and of course I’d masturbated in that time, but there was something very different about erupting in orgasm against a man’s hard body, with my hands tied behind my back.
    I could feel his erection against my hip, and suddenly, I wanted to continue this moment; to kneel before this man and worship his cock.

Chapter 4
     
    Patrick:
    I’ve spanked women before, but none of them had ever felt like Lisa. This stranger from the bar who I didn’t know at all; she looked like the embodiment of sexual desire in her corset and her garter, and the visual of her black corset against her rapidly reddening ass was almost enough to make me blow my load right there.
    Beyond the initial ask, she didn’t talk, she didn’t beg for me to go harder, or beg for me to stop. She took what I dished out, and her sopping wet pussy indicated she liked it.
    And when she erupted in orgasm? Without a