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

and raised my glass to him. “Going to watch the game?” I asked. Ethan nodded. “At a bar? With a baby?” I laughed. Monica and Ethan were incredibly relaxed parents, and it showed; Jimmy was a good-natured, cheerful baby.
    Once the two of them had left, both Mandy and Monica turned towards me. “Spill,” Monica said. “All the details. One minute, I have to talk you into sending a cute guy a drink, and the next minute, you disappear with him. I want gossip.”
    I half-laughed, half-groaned. “I didn’t disappear; I gave you his business card, said goodbye, then left,” I pointed out.
    “Same difference,” Mandy interjected. “Incidentally, we both googled your guy.”
    I held up my hand. “If he’s an axe-murderer, you can tell me, otherwise I don’t want to know.”
    They exchanged glances. “He’s not an axe-murderer,” Mandy said. “He’s rich though.”
    “I don’t want to know,” I repeated. I really didn’t. Googling him would have suggested an involvement I wasn’t yet prepared to admit.
    “Okay, tell us everything. Was it a one-time thing? Are you going to see him again? Is he a good kisser? What was the sex like?” The questions came flying in, fast and furious.
    “Whoa. Hold up.” I held up my hand, trying to stem the onslaught. “Okay. He’s an excellent kisser; I don’t fuck and tell, so I’m not answering the next question. I’ve seen him thrice so far; and am seeing him again on Wednesday.”
    “Three times?” Mandy repeated, sounding awe-struck. “You’ve seen him three times in a week? The boy’s smitten.”
    I blushed. “It’s been more than a week,” I mumbled. “But yeah, things are good.” I couldn’t keep the smile from my face as I said it; and I secretly crossed my fingers as I spoke; afraid to jinx what seemed to be an incredibly good thing.
    I answered questions for the next little bit. Mandy and Monica both knew about Nick; he had been Mandy’s boss. Mandy had had ringside seats to both the relationship and the break-up. Both of them had helped me put the pieces of my life back together after the break-up; they both knew the sexual dynamics between Nick and me. I was dreading that question about Patrick, and sure enough, after about fifteen minutes, Mandy asked it.
    “Is he dominant?” she asked. There. It was out in the open.
    “Yes and no. I don’t know,” I said, looking at my glass instead of their faces. I sighed. “I can’t tell. He’s definitely got some experience with, umm, stuff. But he also seems really nice; laid-back. I don’t know; it’s too soon to tell if it’s going to be a problem.” I sighed again. I didn’t want this to be a problem; I didn’t want to examine why I was obeying his ‘no-masturbation’ command. It would reveal things about me that I would rather stay buried.
    Something in my expression made them change the topic; for which I was glad. We chatted about other things for the rest of the night.

Chapter 8
     
    Lisa:
    I was a distracted, horny mess. I couldn’t think about Patrick without thinking about the way he had spanked me; the way he had strapped me down to the examination table and thrust his cock down my throat; the way he had pulled me into his body as he handed me coffee Sunday morning. By the time Wednesday evening came around, I would have spontaneously combusted if he so much as looked at my clitoris.
    “Miss Preston,” Patrick greeted me at his door. I was dressed casually, since I was aware the clothes weren’t going to stay on for very long; jeans and a t-shirt; a hoodie thrown over it. Even my lingerie underneath was plain; a simple grey cotton bra and panties. Functional clothes; I’d be taking them off shortly.
    “Dr. Anderson,” I replied.
    “Go on to the examination room please, and change into the robe,” he said. “I’ll be along in a minute.”
    “Yes, Doctor,” I said obediently, and made my way upstairs. My hands were shaking; my entire body was tingling in