Relapse (Doctor Dom Volume 4) (A BDSM & Medical Play Novella) Read Free Page A

That was his Dominant voice. The one guaranteed to produce instant lust in me. I gazed at him, not hiding the arousal that glazed my eyes. “No, Dr. Anderson,” I said softly.
    He looked at me. “You sounded a bit upset earlier on the phone. Is there anything that I should be concerned about?”
    I shook my head. Right now, a haze of lust had taken over my brain, and my relationship concerns didn’t seem to belong in the moment. “Just stupid stuff,” I confessed. “I’ll tell you in the morning, I promise.”
    “Anything going on with us that will impact us playing tonight?”
    “No, Dr. Anderson.” Take me hard, Patrick. Use me for your pleasure.
    He smiled with genuine warmth as he saw the naked longing in my eyes. “I trust you’ll tell me if there’s a problem,” he said. At that, I felt a tiny trickle of guilt run through me. I’d been open and honest with Patrick as we played all but once. Once though, I’d been unwilling to use my safe word. At some point, I would have to tell him. But not now.
    “No exam room, baby, we’ve both been drinking,” he said. “But the bedroom?”
    “What would you like me to do, Dr. Anderson?” My voice was soft and compliant. My head was already close to the space where I existed only to do as Patrick told me, giving him complete control in exchange for this feeling of utter bliss.
    “I’d like you to go upstairs to my bedroom , Lisa,” he said. His voice was level and authoritative. The voice of a man who very much expected to be obeyed. “Take off your clothes, but leave your underwear on. Bend over the bed.”
    “Yes, Dr. Anderson,” I said, not bothering to hide my pleased grin. Ooh. I was going to get spanked. I loved getting spanked by Patrick.
    He laughed at the expression on my face. His chuckles followed me up the stairs.
    ***
    “You asked me to spank you that first night,” he mused. His voice was both amused and remembering. He was behind me.
    I nodded, though I wasn’t sure he could see me, positioned as I was, face-down, bent over the bed. “You seemed pretty happy to oblige,” I said into the bed covers. I really tried not to sound snide, but I failed miserably.
    Smack. His palm came down on my ass, my red thong serving as no protection at all from the sting. I yelped. “Sorry, Dr. Anderson,” I said contritely. That spank had hurt.
    “Much better, Lisa,” he said. “Now, I do want to spank you tonight. But I can’t decide if I want you bent over the bed, or on my lap.” I could hear his footsteps as he walked around. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his shirt fly through the air, heading towards the chair in the corner and missing it.  “What do you think?”
    I wrinkled my nose, wondering what the catch was. But I had been asked a question, and so I replied. “On your lap, Dr. Anderson,” I said.
    “Hmm,” he said. “Raise your head and look at me.”
    He’d seated himself on the bed, leaning casually against the headboard. He had taken off his pants as well, and was just wearing a pair of boxers. He looked so relaxed, so effortlessly sexy that I swear I whimpered a little. “Please put me over your lap and spank me, Dr. Anderson,” I begged.
    “Did I say you could talk, Lisa?” His voice was level.
    I shook my head.
    “Because I didn’t.” There was sweet danger in each of those words. My stomach clenched with sheer arousal, and I could feel the ache between my legs. I was soaked through. I’d been wet since the cab ride and I could feel the scrap of lace stick to my pussy. I could even smell myself.
    “Crawl here,” he said. “On the bed, towards me.”
    I did as I was told, trying for a sinuous crawl, emboldened by the look of heat in his eyes.
    “Are you a good little kitten, Lisa?”
    Oh fuck. I was going to combust before he even touched me if he kept talking to me in this tone. The idea of obeying Patrick, of being his obedient pet? At this moment, it was an image of sheer eroticism.
    “Yes, Dr.