On His Knees (Stronghold Book 3)

by Golden Angel

  “There’s one in the long, slim case,” Liam said, sounding completely innocent, as if he wasn’t the one in charge. Darn. She’d been kind of hoping to look through some of the other items in there, but he kept everything either wrapped in cloth or set away in a box, so she couldn’t just look and see what was there. Hilary shot him a look as she picked up the only case that could possibly be what she was looking for and opened it.

  The thermometer was much thicker and longer than one that would go in someone's mouth. Definitely not as big as a butt plug or anything like that, it was more like a slender probe that would slide in easily but still be felt.

  Shifting to the side, leaving space beside him, Liam gave her a wicked smile. The bad boy kind of smile that made her heart flutter. "So nurse, are you going to show me how it's done?" Hilary hesitated, holding the thermometer between slim fingers, half-offering it to him, but his hands remained by his side and his grin widened. He patted the space beside him. "Here, bend over and show me how you insert the thermometer."

  Oh goodness... he wanted her to do it to herself. That was definitely new. Even though both of them enjoyed a little bit of anal play, especially if she'd been bad, Liam had never had her touch herself there before. He knew that she found it as embarrassing as she did enjoyable, which made it a good way to punish her when she hadn't quite earned a spanking. This was what she got for teasing him, except that it was even more so because she was going to have to do it to herself.

  Licking her lips, which suddenly felt very dry, Hilary slowly bent forward at the waist. The short skirt immediately slithered up to her hips, too tight to stay where it was supposed to be as her legs spread slightly to keep her balance. Leaning forward, Liam watched the fabric as it revealing the curve of her bottom, obviously enjoying himself. Hilary's pulse sped up as her lower body was exposed, without him even touching her. It was the best and worst kind of anticipation, feeling his eyes on her, wanting him to touch her and yet knowing that he didn't need to, yet.

  "Make sure you lubricate it first," he murmured.

  There was really only one way to do that. Reaching between her legs with the thermometer, Hilary shivered as she rubbed the cool glass through the slippery lips of her pussy. It was only cool for a few seconds before it began to warm up. Apparently unsatisfied with his view, Liam slid off of the table and moved around behind her.

  Knowing that he was watching just made her even more turned on as she pushed the thermometer inside of her, feeling the cool glass against the walls of her pussy. It was slim enough that there wasn't any stretching, but it still felt strangely exciting as she stirred her insides with the instrument.

  "I think it's lubricated enough," Liam said, his hand stroking down over the curve of her bottom, fingers barely brushing the outer lips of her pussy. Arousal tingled through her, and she pulled the thermometer out of its snug haven almost reluctantly.

  Nerves and sensual abandon flowed in equal measure, her breathing picking up as Liam helped her placed the thermometer at the entrance of her bottom hole. The crinkled star felt as though it flexed, and then the wet tip of the rod slid in. It felt so strange to be violating herself this way, while Liam watched, doing it for no other reason than his pleasure. The slim rod didn't hurt at all, it just felt strange as she pushed it deeper, a sweet ache developing in her core at all the unusual stimulation.

  Liam's fingers brushed over her sensitive, swollen lips again, feeling their wetness as the thermometer delved her forbidden entrance. She kept a tight grip on it as her insides clenched, feeling it tug against her fingers as if her body was trying to draw it in further.

  "Your breathing sounds labored, Nurse, I think I should check it. Make sure you hold that thermometer in tight."

  As Liam lifted the stethoscope from around her neck, Hilary couldn't help but squirm and moan a little. She hadn't really known what to expect when Liam had wanted to play patient, but this definitely hadn't been it. Somehow he was in control of the scene, while still keeping in character. A fairly unrealistic character, but that didn't make it any less hot.

  A few flicks of his fingers undid the buttons at the top of her dress, leaving her breasts hanging out beneath her. Cool metal pressed against her nipple and she gasped as the little bud tightened even further in response. She arched her back, jerking away.

  "Hold still."

  This time when it pressed against her other nipple, she had herself braced. Strange how something so cool against her skin could create a surge of heat deep inside of her. Pleasure licked through her as the need in her core swelled, making her shudder as the metal circle revolved over her nipple, rubbing the sensitive bud with its smooth, flat surface.

  It definitely didn't help calm her breathing. She was getting off on holding herself in this position for him and using medical instruments in a strictly non-medical manner.

  Moving the stethoscope away, he cupped her breasts in his warm hands, kneading slightly. Her nipples felt hot from the sudden switch of cool to warm, making her squirm as the sensations rippled through her body. It wasn't extreme sensation play, the way she'd seen in the club, but it was more than enough to send waves of sensual heat through her. Liam's fingers dragged downward over her mounds, tightening around her nipples and plucking them before releasing.

  He stepped back behind her, and Hilary realized that she'd been thrusting the thermometer slightly back and forth inside of her as her hips had moved of their own volition. The glass rod was now the same temperature as her body, feeling less foreign now that she had adjusted to the invasion. Still, she kept a tight grip on the end of it, worried that it would slip completely inside of her.

  "Just a minute more on your temperature, but there is one more thing I'd like to check while I'm down here."

  Hilary stifled a shriek and barely managed to keep from pulling away as the cold metal of the stethoscope pressed against her swollen clit. The heat of her body made the metal feel like ice against the turgid little bud, and it practically pulsed as Liam rubbed the flat surface against it. She moaned, her hips pressing back as the instrument warmed, creating pleasurable pressure where she needed it the most.

  Then he pulled it away again and Hilary whimpered with disappointment.

  Strong fingers replaced hers on the thermometer, drawing it out of her body, and she shivered and spasmed as the slight full feeling receded.

  "Normal temperature," he said, his voice full of dry good humor and lust. His hand caressed her bottom, fingers brushing against the sensitive skin where her butt met her thighs, and sending little anticipatory tingles through her.

  "Now that you've seen how it's done, maybe I should take your temperature," she said teasingly as she straightened, her hands automatically going to the hem of her skirt to pull it down again.

  Liam snorted, reaching out to grab her wrists and stopping her from covering herself. "I definitely don't have temperature, thank you Nurse, but I do have a swelling that I need you to make all better."

  It was a very impressive swelling too. Releasing her wrists, Liam grinned at her as he undid the front of his pants and pushed them down. His cock bobbed out, long and thick.

  "I think I know just the cure for this," Hilary said, reaching out to curl her fingers around his shaft. It was a rare treat for her to be able to touch Liam to her heart's content, since normally by the time he took his pants off he already had her splayed out and had ordered her to stay in position. When she did get to touch him like this, it was usually under his direction. Right now she could do whatever she wanted, sweeping her thumb across the crest as she pumped her hand up and down, rubbing the wetness of his pre-cum over his sensitive head.

  Groaning, Liam clenched his jaw as he pulled away, his eyes hot with need. Lifting himself back up onto the table, he lay out on it. It was much wider than a normal medical examination table, plenty of room for both of them up there.

  "I think I need a stronger cure," he said in a raspy voice. "Come up here." Hilary's hand went to her
dress, ready to take it off completely, but Liam shook his head. "No, leave it on and get up here."

  His voice had deepened, turned more authoritative, and an eager shudder went through her body. Why it turned her on so much to be bossed around and ordered to do things that she wouldn't normally, she might never understand. But it really, really did. She felt incredibly wanton as she crawled up onto the table, straddling him, as if being half-dressed with her skirt around her hips and her top gaping over to show her breasts, was somehow more lewd than being completely naked.

  Liam definitely appreciated it, his eyes locked onto her breasts as they swayed beneath her, his hands going straight to her bare hips and caressing her skin with his thumbs. This was another aberration, normally she did not get to be on top. Wriggling a little, she got into position, feeling the head of his cock slide up to nestle in her pussy lips, right at the entrance to her body.

  "Ride me, honey-girl."

  Trust him to be imperious, even when she was on top. That was how Hilary liked it though. She moaned as she sank down, taking him into her, feeling the delicious stretch of her inner muscles as she bounced gently, lubricating his length with her juices so that she could take him deeper. The look on Liam's face as she flexed her thighs, rising and falling over him with her hands resting on his chest to keep her balance, made her feel like the sexiest woman in the world.

  Men had told her she was beautiful, desirable, and she'd always believed them, but only Liam had ever made her feel, right down to her bones, that she was the most beautiful and the most desirable woman on earth. It was there in the shining silver of his eyes, as he watched her, like she was his entire world. Not that it meant he gave up any control to her. She was riding him, but he was guiding her, with his hands and his voice, and the movements of his body beneath her.

  She tightened as she sank down, letting her head fall back and moaning as one of Liam's hands came up to fondle her breast, playing with the nipple. When she tried to move fast, to grind herself down on top of him, he wouldn't let her, pinching her nipple and tightening his fingers on her hip to keep her at the slow pace that he wanted. Hilary whimpered, her muscles tightening, clenching, with the need to gallop forward.

  ******

  "Slower," Liam demanded, his voice rough, as he struggled with his own desires. The need to move harder, faster, was strong, but he was enjoying watching his sweet honey-girl, in her naughty nurse outfit, as she impaled herself on him. It was sweet torture, to see the hunger on her face, feel her pulsing around him, and resisting the impulse to move faster, reach the pinnacle sooner.

  Pretty pink nipples bounced along with her breasts in the opening of her dress, her pussy looking obscenely sensual with her skirt rucked up the way it was. She was like a medical fetish fantasy, and he reached up to pull out the stick holding her hair in place, letting it tumble around her shoulders. The image was complete. This was exactly what he'd been picturing when he'd suggested the medical room; his own blonde, naughty-nurse, all her primness pushed away in favor of shameless sensuality.

  "Liam, please..." She whimpered, her hips swiveling as she pushed down, trying to go faster than he would allow her. " I need more." Fully impaled on him, she clenched, rocking so that her clit rubbed against his groin and he couldn't help the small thrust upwards that his hips made in response.

  "Keep it slow, honey-girl, I'm enjoying the view," he ordered. But he slipped his hand along her hip, pressing his thumb between the folds of her pussy. She was so wet that the digit was immediately covered in juices, and he circled the nubbin of her clit with it.

  Shuddering, Hilary began to rise again, her hips moving back and forth now as she rubbed her clit across his thumb, her movements becoming more frantic. It was hot as hell, seeing her lose control on top of him like that. The pull of her nipple between his fingers increased as she began to ride him with more powerful strokes, the instincts of her body taking over her self-control. A flicker of pain went across her face as he pinched the tiny bud harder, but it was immediately drowned out by lust. Her pussy clamped down on him, spasming, as she tried to grind her clit against his thumb, swiveling her body to achieve the desired stimulation.

  When she didn't quite get it, her expression broke, becoming pleading.

  "Pleeeease, I need to cum... Liam, it hurts..."

  She was beautiful in her need, her desire for what only he could give her. Fierce possession welled up inside of him. Moving his thumb just a quarter of an inch, he felt her response ripple through her body as her back arched.

  "Tell me to fuck you, sweetheart."

  Hilary groaned, whimpering. He loved making her curse during sex; it wasn't quite dirty talk, but for Hilary it definitely was.

  "Fuck me, Liam, please fuck me," she begged, a blush rising in her cheeks. His prim and proper little sex kitten. Fuck she was hot.

  "Ride me, honey-girl, cum for me."

  The second he released her nipple, her movements became wilder, she moaned and writhed on top of him as he freed her. It was for her, but for him as well, because she'd held back until now, until he'd told her what he wanted to see. Locks of blonde hair wafted around her shoulders, tickling the tops of her breasts as she rose and fell above him, her breasts bouncing. Hands on her hips, he guided her movements, taking her hard and fast as he thrust up into her.

  Her fingers dug into his chest, nails dragging across his skin, and every little fiery path of pain made him want to take her harder. The sensual mewling whimper in the back of her throat heralded her orgasm, her moans increasing, becoming louder until she was crying out on top of him. The hot walls of her pussy gripped his cock, fluttering over the entire length as she came.

  Groaning, Liam gripped her hips, bracing his feet on the table and thrusting upwards. She screamed, her fingernails digging in even more as she clung to him to keep her balance, the forceful thrust sending her flying into sexual ecstasy. Now her knees weren't even on the table and she couldn't do anything but clamp all her muscles around him, from her thighs to the inner muscles of her body, and hold on as his hands rocked her on top of him. He could feel his cock jerking against the soft interior of her pussy as he came, filling her, and extending her orgasm as they throbbed together.

  Slowly he lowered his hips, allowing her to fold her body over on top of him. She was breathless, limp on his chest, wonderfully cuddly and submissive all at once. Cradling her against him, Liam felt his hips jerk as her body shuddered around his shrinking cock, aftershocks of both their orgasms. He trailed his fingers along her spine, holding her closely with his other arm, and just enjoyed.

  Chapter 5

  Padding around the room, Liam paused occasionally as his students went through their forms. The students in this class were all red sashes, a middling level sash, and working on their weapons today. The long lengths of the staffs they were handling made it easy to see when someone's form was off, even if it was just a little bit. It was a good thing he didn't have to concentrate very hard, because his discipline had cracked and his mind wasn't on the class at all.

  He was trying to focus, of course, but he kept finding his thoughts drifting. Not something he usually had a problem with.

  Then again, he'd never asked someone for their blessing to marry their daughter either. His hands clenched nervously as he walked back towards the front of the class, trying not to think about his upcoming evening. They were going over to Hilary's parents this evening and he was going to ask her Dad for his blessing. Liam had already called his own parents earlier today to let them know. Of course they were overjoyed.

  When they'd come up to visit a few months ago, his Dad had practically fallen in love with Hilary and he was pretty sure that Hilary and his mom were still exchanging long emails. They all hit it off, which hadn't been too surprising, because Hilary was too sweet for words, and his parents were thrilled that he'd found someone to settle down with. Even if his mom had hinted that she really hoped they wouldn't be "living in sin" for too long. She'd practicall
y blown out his ear drum with her shriek of excitement when he'd talked to her today.

  Hopefully Hilary's parents would be as excited. Her dad seemed to like him well enough, but he was also kind of... flaky wasn't quite the word. The absent-minded professor stereotype suited him pretty well, so sometimes Liam couldn't really get a read on the man or how he felt about Liam and Hilary's relationship. Hilary's mother didn't bother to hide her thoughts - she'd be thrilled that Hilary was going to be married, especially if it meant grandbabies sooner rather than later. He knew that Hilary found her mother's outspokenness about weddings and babies to be embarrassing. Normally Liam thought it was amusing, right now it was downright reassuring.

  It was a relief to dismiss the class, even though one small part of him wished it had dragged on for longer. He went to the office to grab his bag, nearly bumping into Cara, who helped out with all his administrative work, on the way. Looking up at him, she laughed.

  "You know, I don't think I've ever seen you this wound up," she teased, smiling up at him. When Liam had first started dating Hilary, he'd realized that Cara was also interested in him. He'd never felt anything but friendly feelings for Cara, though, and her own feelings seemed to have faded the longer he'd been with Hilary. Especially after they'd met each other and hit it off.

  "You have no idea," he growled, grabbing his bag off the chair just inside his office door. "This isn't exactly something I have a lot of experience with."

  "I'm pretty sure that's actually a good thing in this case," she said, shaking her head at him, brushing past him to trot down the hallway. "Good luck!" The mischief in her dark brown eyes clearly showed how much she was enjoying seeing him jumpy and nervous. Hopefully he could get himself under control by the time he got home to Hilary, at least well enough to hide his anxiety. He didn't want to accidentally give away his game plan. Even though he was pretty sure she expected him to propose at some point, he was doing his best to surprise her.