Doctor Dom Series Sequence One (Triage | Observation | Diagnosis): A BDSM & Medical Play Series by Tara Crescent Page A
Authors: Tara Crescent
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bra.
I expected him to take my bra off; to feel his mouth on my nipples, but after he licked the swell of my breasts, he went back up to my face, raining little kisses on my jaw, on my neck, along the curve where my neck met my shoulder, then on my shoulder. His hands caressed my arms; held me close to him, as his mouth, with its tiny little kisses drove me to distraction.
“Patrick,” I groaned. “Stop teasing me.”
He ignored my plea; he inclined my body away from him, and his mouth kissed a line on my stomach, from my bra to the waistband of my skirt.
“Patrick,” I moaned again.
“Lisa,” he said calmly. He moved his mouth away from my body and pulled me back into him; his hands at my sides. I was pressed against him, and I was exactly where I wanted to be.
“So, tonight,” he muttered. “I’ll pick you up at 6pm; if that’s okay?”
I looked at him in disbelief. My panties were wet; my insides were fluttering, and he was just going to leave me hanging? He grinned at me. He was indeed going to leave me hanging. Jerk. I strove for calm; I wasn’t going to beg him to continue; that would be mortifying.
“6pm, yeah, that’s fine,” I said, keeping my voice level with a struggle. “Can you pick me up here? I’m going to be at a client site this afternoon; but I was planning on coming back to the office.”
He nodded. “Anything you want to do?”
I looked at him. The need was still coursing through me, and he was calm and discussing logistics. I wanted to hit him on the head with a binder. “Surprise me,” I said instead, winking.
His lips twitched; he lifted me off him easily, and got up. His erection was visible, and he adjusted himself with no sign of embarrassment. He leaned forward, kissed me again, and there was passion in his touch.
“Remember, baby,” he whispered in my ear. “I’ll take care of you tonight; no masturbating until then.”
I groaned in protest, but I nodded.
Chapter 11
Patrick:
Okay, that was cruel.
I wasn’t deliberately trying to be cruel; I wasn’t a total jerk. But I couldn’t see her without wanting her with an intensity that jolted me. I was just going to kiss her, and then I saw the panties, and things escalated. Fine. I’m making excuses.
I wanted to actually take her out tonight. So far, we’d been out together once; the rest of the times, we’d just humped like bunnies. Not that I didn’t like the humping, because I most certainly did, but I also wanted to just get to know her.
The restaurants I typically went to were ‘cheap and cheerful’; the food was always delicious; but things like décor and ambience weren’t a priority. As a teenager, eating in these places was an act of rebellion, but over time, I realized I just like these places for their focus on the food, not the pretension.
I debated taking her someplace fancier, but I decided against it. Fancy was easy enough; I wanted to share the places I truly enjoyed; reveal something of myself in where I took her.
***
She looked around the tiny Chinese restaurant I’d taken her to with interest. “I’ve never been here before,” she commented.
“They have great dumplings,” I said. “You’d swear you were in China.”
“I’ve never been,” she said. “I want to, though. I’ve heard it’s pretty hard if you don’t speak any Mandarin.”
I laughed; agreed. “It’s an entirely different experience if you speak Mandarin, even just a little.”
“You do?” she arched an eyebrow.
I nodded. “Legacy of a misspent youth,” I replied. “I bummed around most of the world for a few years before I went to college.”
“For how long?” she asked me, interested.
“Four years,” I said. “I was being rebellious.”
“Explain,” she said. “I mean, I would understand a year. But four years is a long time.”
I took a deep breath. There was a lot in my life that could scare Lisa off, and I really didn’t want to do that. “My parents wanted me to work in
I expected him to take my bra off; to feel his mouth on my nipples, but after he licked the swell of my breasts, he went back up to my face, raining little kisses on my jaw, on my neck, along the curve where my neck met my shoulder, then on my shoulder. His hands caressed my arms; held me close to him, as his mouth, with its tiny little kisses drove me to distraction.
“Patrick,” I groaned. “Stop teasing me.”
He ignored my plea; he inclined my body away from him, and his mouth kissed a line on my stomach, from my bra to the waistband of my skirt.
“Patrick,” I moaned again.
“Lisa,” he said calmly. He moved his mouth away from my body and pulled me back into him; his hands at my sides. I was pressed against him, and I was exactly where I wanted to be.
“So, tonight,” he muttered. “I’ll pick you up at 6pm; if that’s okay?”
I looked at him in disbelief. My panties were wet; my insides were fluttering, and he was just going to leave me hanging? He grinned at me. He was indeed going to leave me hanging. Jerk. I strove for calm; I wasn’t going to beg him to continue; that would be mortifying.
“6pm, yeah, that’s fine,” I said, keeping my voice level with a struggle. “Can you pick me up here? I’m going to be at a client site this afternoon; but I was planning on coming back to the office.”
He nodded. “Anything you want to do?”
I looked at him. The need was still coursing through me, and he was calm and discussing logistics. I wanted to hit him on the head with a binder. “Surprise me,” I said instead, winking.
His lips twitched; he lifted me off him easily, and got up. His erection was visible, and he adjusted himself with no sign of embarrassment. He leaned forward, kissed me again, and there was passion in his touch.
“Remember, baby,” he whispered in my ear. “I’ll take care of you tonight; no masturbating until then.”
I groaned in protest, but I nodded.
Chapter 11
Patrick:
Okay, that was cruel.
I wasn’t deliberately trying to be cruel; I wasn’t a total jerk. But I couldn’t see her without wanting her with an intensity that jolted me. I was just going to kiss her, and then I saw the panties, and things escalated. Fine. I’m making excuses.
I wanted to actually take her out tonight. So far, we’d been out together once; the rest of the times, we’d just humped like bunnies. Not that I didn’t like the humping, because I most certainly did, but I also wanted to just get to know her.
The restaurants I typically went to were ‘cheap and cheerful’; the food was always delicious; but things like décor and ambience weren’t a priority. As a teenager, eating in these places was an act of rebellion, but over time, I realized I just like these places for their focus on the food, not the pretension.
I debated taking her someplace fancier, but I decided against it. Fancy was easy enough; I wanted to share the places I truly enjoyed; reveal something of myself in where I took her.
***
She looked around the tiny Chinese restaurant I’d taken her to with interest. “I’ve never been here before,” she commented.
“They have great dumplings,” I said. “You’d swear you were in China.”
“I’ve never been,” she said. “I want to, though. I’ve heard it’s pretty hard if you don’t speak any Mandarin.”
I laughed; agreed. “It’s an entirely different experience if you speak Mandarin, even just a little.”
“You do?” she arched an eyebrow.
I nodded. “Legacy of a misspent youth,” I replied. “I bummed around most of the world for a few years before I went to college.”
“For how long?” she asked me, interested.
“Four years,” I said. “I was being rebellious.”
“Explain,” she said. “I mean, I would understand a year. But four years is a long time.”
I took a deep breath. There was a lot in my life that could scare Lisa off, and I really didn’t want to do that. “My parents wanted me to work in
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