Free Her Old-Fashioned Doctor by Sue Lyndon Page A

snatched them from her hand and stuck them in his pocket. He took a minute to set the room to rights before guiding her out into the waiting area, flicking off lights as they made their way outside into the warm night air. The buzzing of insects surrounded them, and even though they were in town he felt as if they were the last two people on Earth. There were no cars on the street and only a few houses were illuminated. Amy Lou’s Diner rested at the end of the street, still all lit up even though not a single car was parked in the lot.
    John wrapped an arm around Melissa and led her to his truck. He opened the door and reached across her to buckle her in, kissing her forehead once he got her situated.
    “Thank you, sir,” she said, her tone so sweet he felt a pang of remorse for all the wicked things he had put her through.
    He reminded himself that she liked the experience, otherwise she wouldn’t have become so wet as to leave evidence of her arousal coating the paper on the table. Her clit had been large, red, and pulsing under his fingertips, and her soft whimpers and moans a testament to her satisfaction. The way she’d lifted her hips eagerly and came hard upon his hand had been telling too. She’d wanted to come a second time, but he’d denied her the release, wanting her to be hot and ready and aching for him when he carried her to his bed.
    “Lace your fingers together behind your head,” he said once he got behind the wheel. “Good girl. Now spread your legs as wide as you can. I don’t want you trying to relieve yourself during the ride home.”
    She gave him a stricken look. “But sir, please.” Her lower lip started to tremble and she immediately bit it. She was panting, her demeanor desperate, as if she were a few bumps in the road away from achieving a precious release.
    He pinned her with a stern glance. “Spread your legs apart as wide as you can, Melissa, or once we arrive home my first order of business will be to spank your pussy lips.”
    Her legs shot apart and she stared straight ahead, keeping her hands behind her head. John started the truck and drove out of town, anxious to get home as quickly as possible. A few minutes later, he parked in front of his cabin, his senses thrumming with anticipation. Melissa was about to become his in every possible way.
    He turned to her and slid a hand up her dress, tracing her pussy lips as she remained in position. “Stay like that until I come around to get you out,” he said. “If you move a muscle, I will smack your pussy lips until they’re as red as your punished bottom.”

Chapter Six
     
     
    The instant Melissa got out of the car, John scooped her up with a growl that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand straight up. She shivered and clung to him, seeking his comfort even though he’d spent the last hour tormenting her in the most delicious ways. He strode toward the cabin, carrying her as if she weighed nothing. The reminder of his physical strength sent a wave of pulsing heat to her pussy. He could do whatever he wanted to her tonight, and she wouldn’t be able to stop him. But she wasn’t scared. She trusted him with her whole heart, this handsome and generous doctor she’d met but two days ago.
    He carried her into the house and headed directly for his bedroom, his footsteps steady and fast. He flicked a switch that turned on a lamp beside his bed as they entered his personal domain.
    Anticipation welled up within her. She knew he didn’t intend to harm her, but that didn’t mean he’d be gentle. He laid her on his bed and opened the window, and a warm but refreshing breeze caressed her face and ruffled her hair. The sound of nighttime insects spilled inside. She sat up on her elbows and gazed at him, marveling at how his muscles rippled underneath his shirt with his every little movement. She licked her lips and her pulse commenced racing.
    “You look beautiful,” John said, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a broad,