Free Doctor Dom Series Sequence One (Triage | Observation | Diagnosis): A BDSM & Medical Play Series by Tara Crescent

recognising the need; I could see a similar need in his eyes. We couldn’t seem to keep our hands off each other; I was tempted to step into his arms again, let my hands roam all over his body, run them over his ass and draw his hips into me; rub my hands over his erection till he growled and threw me down on the dated, tired, kitchen island, and took me hard…
    “Coffee…” I mumbled again, my cheeks flaming. Gods, I couldn’t seem to keep my mind on anything other than sex in his presence. I was acting like a horny teenager.
    We sat down, drinking our coffee quietly. I was wishing I didn’t have to leave right away, but I did; the evenings I’d spent last week whipping my condo into shape were evenings I should have been working, and I had a backlog of paperwork and invoicing to deal with. 
    “So the medical fantasy…” he started, interrupting my thoughts.
    I flushed beet-red, but forced myself to look into his eyes. “ Mmm,” I said.
    “Was it good for you?” he asked.
    I was genuinely surprised. “It wasn’t obvious how much fun I was having?” I asked, a question to answer his question.
    “People get carried away in the moment sometimes,” he shrugged. There was something in his eyes when he said that; something unreadable, but a definite emotion. “Sometimes, it’s easier to discuss these things in the cool, clear light of day.”
    “It was amazing,” I said honestly. “It was everything I wanted it to be, and more.” Then my lips twitched. “Definitely a Top 5 moment.”
    “Top 5,” he repeated, outrage in his voice, but his lips quirked. My insides clenched unexpectedly with need. He was so sexy, as he sat there, trying not to laugh; the moment was so relaxed, yet so intimate, and I loved that I could laugh with him; joke with him about the sex and not worry about him getting annoyed.
    “Wednesday night, 6pm” he said. His tone had changed; heat now filled his voice, as if he was responding to my need. “Follow-up exam. And baby, this time, I’m definitely shooting for a Top 3 spot.”
    Chapter 5
     
    Patrick:
    She had to leave; she had a ton of work to do. I nodded, called her a cab. I was a little distracted, because I was going to try something; push a little.
    There was no getting away from it; I wasn’t an asshole, but I liked control. As much as I was trying to deny it, I loved when she submitted to me; it had warmed my heart when she’d asked for permission to orgasm, and I’d been filled with impossible need when she had let me tie her down and take her any way I wanted.
    For a long time, since Andrea, I’d tried ignoring that. But Lisa’s willing submission had helped me see that I did crave that control.
    This time though, I had more experience; more understanding of the ways things could go wrong. This time, I could handle the fire without getting burned. I was sure of it. I had to be. I was about to try something very, very risky. Something that straddled the edge of the game; something that connected us when we weren’t together.
    My phone rang; the cab was outside. She grabbed her handbag; we both got up and headed outside. Now or never. I looked at her, brushed my thumb on her lower lip. “No masturbating when you get home, no masturbating till Wednesday,” I said, my eyes intent on hers.
    “Yes, sir,” she said softly, in a voice I hadn’t heard before; a voice that was soft and compliant.
    I smiled at her, but my heart was racing inside.
    “Good girl,” I said, reaching forward to open the cab door for her.
    ***

Chapter 6
     
    Lisa:
    Before Nick O’Malley, there was the scarred teenager with the bruising acne; held together only by my mother’s kindness and gentle understanding.
    After Nick, Mandy and Monica had been my rocks; they had painstakingly put the shattered bits of me back together into something that resembled a functioning human being.
    For months after, the only way I could survive was by building a shell over me. That shell had slowly