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

Anderson, I’m your good little kitten,” I whispered. I kept my eyes lowered.
    “Yes you are.” Utter male satisfaction in his voice. “How many beers did you have?”
    I strove for focus to answer his question. In the background of my mind, it registered that he didn’t know. That he hadn’t counted my drinks, trusting me to act like an adult. The few times Nick and I had gone out together, I was allowed to drink and eat if he permitted it, and it was always what he ordered. I hadn’t enjoyed being treated like a child.
    “Two and a half pints,” I answered.
    “Are you drunk?” he probed.
    “No. Slightly tipsy and very horny.”
    He laughed at that. “Ah Lisa, I love you,” he said, affection and amusement in his voice, and I blushed to hear his tone. “Tell me if this position makes you sick, and we’ll switch up, okay?”
    He pulled me onto his lap, hard, and flipped me so my head was hanging off the side of the bed on the floor. “How’s this?” That dominant edge was back in his voice, and my voice softened immediately.
    “Good, Dr. Anderson,” I whispered.
    Patrick grabbed my wrists and held them in place. “Now, Lisa. I’d like you to hold still, part your legs a little, and stay quiet. Understood?”
    “Yes,” I said. Waves of lust crashed over my body as his hand stroked the back of my thighs, then curved around the inside and rested against my aching, soaked pussy.
    “Your panties are dripping wet, kitten,” he observed. “Only bad girls get this excited by a spanking.”
    “I’m your naughty little slut,” I said, offering him that word for him to use. I wanted to hear him say it, but tomorrow morning, I would be happy I’d said it first.
    Spank. His palm crashed down my ass. Pain radiated from the spot he’d hit me. “Yes, you are a naughty little slut, aren’t you?” I could hear the amused edge in his voice, overlaid with a ragged lust. I could feel his hard dick rest against my lower stomach. 
    “Yes, Dr. Anderson,” I said.
    “And what happens to sluts, Lisa?”
    Smack. Another hard blow that had me squirming in pain, and mewling quietly as the sting from his hand spread through my ass.
    “They get punished,” I groaned.
    “They do, indeed.” I heard the satisfied smirk in his voice. “I’d like you to thank me for each stroke, Lisa.”
    I groaned in utter lust and ground against his cock. Two quick, stinging smacks stopped me, and my nails dug into my palms as I processed the pain. “Thank you, Dr. Anderson,” I said obediently.
    “Too much?” he asked me quietly. I shook my head. A resounding swat of my backside followed, and I wriggled and kicked my legs.
    “Lisa.” His voice was a warning. “If you move those legs, I swear, you are going to be very, very sorry. I will tie you up and flog the living daylights out of you, do you understand?”
    Heat rushed through my body, making me limp with intense arousal at the image those words evoked. “I’m sorry, Dr. Anderson,” I quivered.
    “I don’t hear you thanking me.” His voice was even.
    “Sorry, thank you, thank you,” I babbled and he chuckled. “I didn’t realize I was so funny,” I said snidely in response.
    Two hard, bruising snaps of his palm, and I yelped in pain. “Thank you,” I whimpered.
    “I don’t like backtalk from my sub, Lisa.”
    I twisted my head around to look at him. He’d never called me his submissive before. We’d been playing Dom/sub games right from the first, but we hadn’t openly acknowledged the roles we assumed in play. A small smile was playing around his lips, but his eyes were serious. He just caressed my ass lightly as our gazes met, and my smile grew. His sub. Yes. I very much wanted to be both his sub and his girlfriend. It was a bit of a shock how much I wanted this, to be honest. This was a part of my life that I thought I’d locked away forever after the tragedy that had been my D/s relationship with Nick O’Malley.
    “I’m very sorry, Dr.