EROTICA: MAKING HIM HARD, THE ALPHA LOVES THE BRAT

by Allysa Mkermo

  “Yes, I think,” I said. “Except maybe not the STD tests. I don’t think I need them if I haven’t had sex yet, right?”

  “Yet?” he said. He stopped typing and rolled his way toward me on his stool. The corners of his mouth turned up in a friendly smile. It wasn’t condescending or cocky. More caring. It made me want to trust him. And it brought to my attention his full, smooth lips. The sensations they could make me feel if he placed them on my lips, my neck, down my inner thighs…shit. I felt a warm wetness gathering between my legs. I crossed them, hoping I didn’t leave any tell-tale wet marks on the paper. “Are you planning on becoming sexually active very soon?” he asked.

  I nodded hesitantly. Part of the reason I was there was to ask about the best birth control methods. I had never needed this visit in high school—I was focused on theater and music at the small arts school I had graduated from. Getting into a theater program at a great East Coast university was my number-one ambition, not worrying about which senior I’d let stick his dick in me for a minute or two. And though I got plenty of attention with my developing breasts and long, curly white-blonde hair, there had been no guy I had liked enough to fuck. They had been so crass in high school. So…immature.

  “Well, if you are sure you are ready, then this is an important step for you, and it’s good that you came in. Shows responsibility. Are you sure you are ready for a sexual relationship, Lola?”

  “Um…” I felt lost when I stared into his eyes. I averted my gaze. Paul, my very first college boyfriend, had been putting the pressure on hard. Paul was hot, on the track team, and fun as hell to be around. But I was anxious.

  “It’s okay,” Dr. Grayson said. He rolled a bit closer on his chair, closing the gap between us as he slid his smooth fingertips along my forearm in a comforting gesture. The hairs on my arm stood straight up as little shivers played down my spine. As much as I liked Paul, there had always been something about older men. No, make that incredibly fucking hot older men. A distinguished guy like Grayson—he was sophisticated, educated, had money, and an amazing body for his age. I caught myself looking down the flat planes of his chest, which looked firm and rigid beneath his navy blue button-up and silky striped tie. His white doctor’s coat and gray slacks hung off his body perfectly. So well put-together, I thought. My eyes lowered to the belt hugging his trim waist, then even lower, to his crotch, which was open to me as his long legs rested on either side of the narrow exam table. He cleared his throat, and I tore my eyes away, my cheeks flaming at having been caught.

  “Tell me about it, Lola,” he said. “You are a college student,” he paused to lift a sheet on the clipboard and read the paper I had filled out. “On your own for the first time. In a relationship, never had sex. You’re a young, healthy adult from what I can see.” He raked his eyes from my face to my painted toes. I wondered how many of his patients he looked at like that. “No reason why you shouldn’t be sexually active if you are certain you want to be.”

  “I’m just so nervous about…about what it’s going to feel like.” This was the embarrassing part—the part I had been hoping to ask a female doctor about. Dr. Grayson arched an eyebrow.

  “I have a friend, my roommate, Sarah,” I continued. “We went to high school together. She told me all about losing her virginity on prom night to her boyfriend. Said their first fuck was terrible and so painful, she couldn’t let him, um, in all the way. They were at it for a week before she could stand to let him…all the way.” God, I did not want to be providing these details to a strange, gorgeous doctor I’d never met before. I sighed deeply, surprised by the feeling of the paper gown rubbing against my nipples as my chest moved. It shot quick electric pulses straight down to my dampening pussy. Why was I so turned on? Even when Paul and I were making out heavily, I had never gotten quite so hot and bothered so quickly. “The blood and pain she described…” I trailed off, a shudder traveling from the back of my neck to my abdomen. I yearned for pressure between my legs, and I clasped my hands and put my fingers between my thighs to get a tinge of relief. The doctor’s eyes followed my every move, a spark igniting in his storm-colored irises.

  “Not everyone’s first time is quite that nightmarish,” he said. A slight chuckle escaped his lips, and I felt my cheeks burning. See, this is exactly the kind of thing I didn’t want to be dealing with. A middle-aged man—a middle-aged man who was hot as fuck, but a man all the same—talking to me like some naïve little girl who didn’t know what she was in for. What would he think if I could prove him wrong? Virgin that I was, I knew enough about what to do to bring a man pleasure.

  He stood and placed his hands gently on my shoulders. “Let’s lower this gown and I’ll check your breasts, if that’s okay. If it would make you more comfortable, I can grab the nurse so someone is present while I examine you?”

  I didn’t feel the need to have a babysitter looking out for me during something as simple as a routine medical exam. I could do this on my own. But part of me knew there was another reason I didn’t want the nurse in here. He watched intensely as I licked my dry lips.

  He nodded and gently slid the loose paper gown off of each of my shoulders. He pressed the paper down onto the tops of my thighs, his hands lingering on the taut muscles of my legs for the briefest moment. “Lift your arms.” I complied, and my round breasts lifted. My pink, erect nipples pointed upward, aching for more sensation. “Not every guy your age trying to get into your panties will know what he’s doing. In fact, most of them won’t. Even if they’ve had sex, it doesn’t mean they’ll know what to do to make a woman…ready. That’s incredibly important.”

  He spoke slowly as he carefully massaged one breast at a time. His hands were warm as he kneaded my breasts and moved them up and down, side to side. His fingertips pressed firmly into my skin from the edge of my armpits, down to my areolas. I gulped as he continued to fondle me gently, applying firmer pressure as his hands glided over my nipples.

  “Oo-oh!” My voice came out in a broken gasp. I didn’t know if he had meant to brush the very tips of my nipples the way he had, but it sent another shockwave of pleasure to my core.

  A shadow flickered over his eyes. I recognized it instantly. Desire. My outburst seemed to catch him off guard. He drew his hands back like they’d been immersed in an open flame. We stared at each other, and his eyes dropped to the wispy thin paper covering my lap. His lips were so close, I could feel his breath.

  His cell phone rang, and we both jumped. He checked the screen. “I’ll have to take this, Lola. Go ahead and lie down. I’ll be back in a moment.”

  Chapter 2

  Though he had stepped out into the hallway, the door was left open just a crack. It sounded like he was angry and arguing with someone. Unable to curb my curiosity, I stepped down from the table and leaned in close to the door. I could see him a few feet away, his back against the wall, looking defeated. “I said one more patient—what do you not understand about that? I’ll be done with work when I’m done with work, sweetheart. You think I’m what? Well if you don’t fucking believe what I’m saying, why bother calling to nag when I’m trying to work? Your designer purse and matching Porsche don’t pay for themselves, love.”

  His voice was bitter and sarcastic. He hung up, dropping the phone down on the desk near the other exam rooms. He walked back to my room with heavy, determined steps, and I scrambled to get back onto the table. In my rush I dropped my paper gown, and it fell from my legs to the floor.

  He came in and shut the door. His eyes dropped to the crinkled gown on the exam room floor. “Lola, didn’t I ask you to lie down?” he said in a rugged whisper. He pressed his hands on my shoulders and firmly pressed me down so I was flat on my back against the papered cushion in nothing but my pale yellow underwear.

  “Will this be your first pelvic exam?” he asked, feeling my abdomen. His hands traced around my belly button, pushing against my flat stomach.

  “Yes,” I said. He hooked his thumbs into the band of my pant
ies and slipped them slowly over my legs, leaving me completely naked before him. He looked my body up and down hungrily, and I knew—I knew from what I read in books and magazines and from what I’d seen on TV, this wasn’t a typical exam.

  My breathing quickened, and he watched my breasts move up and down as my pulse raced.

  “Feet in the stirrups, Lola.”

  I placed my heels into the stirrups that he extended over the edge of the table. Instead of just asking me to move down, he gripped my curvy hips in his hands and urged me to slide down. “Down, down, there we go. All the way, until your bottom reaches the edge.”

  The doctor pushed my knees apart as my ass came all the way to the edge of the table. He paused and looked down at me, totally open and exposed before him. “I’m going to slip this speculum inside of you. Its smooth metal, and it will open up your vaginal walls. He slowly lowered himself to his stool, placing one hand on my pubic bone, his thumb landing just above my slit. I had shaved myself smooth before the visit, and I felt his thumb twitch against my soft skin. “I don’t think you’ll need any added lubrication. You have plenty as it is. This will feel a bit uncomfortable,” he said as he urged the rounded tip of the metal instrument inside of me. My muscles clenched as he pushed me open with the tool. I felt a quick cotton swab, and my ass cheeks clenched together at the odd sensation. Then I felt his fingers on my skin, spreading my ass cheeks apart and massaging them. His eyes met mine.

  “Lola, the pain will only get worse if you don’t relax. This is what I can teach you about your first time. You are quite tight, sweetheart. If you resist or tighten your vaginal walls and buttocks your first time, it creates a very sharp pain, almost a burning sensation. You could experience tearing. You won’t want that, will you?”

  I blinked and took a deep breath as he continued massaging me. The speculum still had me wide open. His massaging fingers moved up from my ass to the lips of my pussy. He massaged all around the speculum. He wore no gloves, and his thumb and forefinger were wet with my juices as he brought them up and gently rolled the sensitive pink nub above my opening between his thumb and forefinger. I gasped.

  “Fuck,” he whispered as my pelvis arched up toward his touch.

  “Fuck…” I echoed back.

  “Lola,” he said gently. “I can help you. I can help you with your first time. That way, it won’t be too rough on you. A young, inexperienced guy your age, sweetheart, he won’t know what to do with a tight little cunt like this. God, you’re dripping.”

  He inserted a finger into me through the speculum. “I’ll keep this in for a moment. That will help stretch your cunt so it’s nice and gaping.”

  I felt his finger sliding around inside me as he continued playing with my clit. My pussy continued to tighten around the device, but it no longer felt uncomfortable. The stretching felt so good.

  A voice in my head told me how wrong this was as he played me with his hands from the outside and inside. He had been talking to his wife just now. And then there was Paul, somewhere in the back of my mind. But the tension at my core was so sweet, so fucking addictive. And it was building. I only wanted more. I gripped the sides of the table as my legs splayed farther apart and began to tremble. Farther. The farther I spread my legs, the more the tension inside me continued to build...

  The pressure increased. He opened the speculum even wider and started gliding his slick, nimble fingers up and down my clit incredibly quickly.

  He then released the metal device and slid it out of me suddenly. The great change in pressure pushed me over the edge, and a great rolling climax pulsed from my quivering pussy outward. My arms, legs, and breasts hummed with tingling sensations as I came. I moaned deeply without meaning to. He held the tool up in front of his face. It was gleaming with my juices. He sniffed it and licked it from end to end.

  “Shhh,” he said. “We don’t want to get caught, now do we?”

  I shut my eyes tight as I tried to gather my wits. The sound of a zipper sliding down caught my attention. I looked at him to find his massively thick and hard dick aimed right at me. It was a beautiful sight, yet frightening at the same time. My eyes widened, wondering how he could possibly stretch me enough to accommodate that. “Doc-doctor,” I stuttered.

  “Say yes, Lola. Please, fuck…you have to say yes.”

  “The nurse?”

  Dr. Grayson took my worry at getting caught as consent enough, because he removed his white doctor’s coat and threw it across a chair as he moved the few steps to the door. The sound of a metal lock clicking into place was like an explosion in the silent room. I lifted myself up on my elbows, my legs still in the stirrups, cunt dripping and open as he walked toward me with powerful, purposeful strides.

  He quickly unbuckled his belt.

  Chapter 3

  “Was that your wife? On the phone?”

  He stiffened for a moment at the question, then yanked my legs out of the stirrups before folding the metal devices back into place under the table.

  “That woman—she’s not the same woman I once married. I haven’t fucked in over a year, Lola. Over a year I’ve been denied and deprived by her. She accuses me of fucking my patients, but I never have. Until now.”

  He yanked my leg down and to the side. It hung off the table, bent at the knee. He wrapped the soft leather around my leg and the metal table leg, effectively strapping me to it. He loosened his tie and removed that next.

  “Why not,” he said. “Why not go ahead and do what I’ve been accused of? She doesn’t believe me when I deny it anyway. And you, you will get your cunt broken in so that it’s pleasurable, so we both benefit.”

  He tied my other leg down to the other side of the table so that I was in a near split, my ass slightly hanging over the edge.

  He came around the side and grabbed my chin. “You are special, Lola. You tempted me, and I broke down. I can’t resist you, but you move around too much, and that could hurt more. I’ll strap you down to keep you still. Don’t fight it.”

  He crushed his lips over mine, his tongue dipping into and exploring my mouth. I moaned and strained against my makeshift bindings as he kissed me and pinched my nipples with his fingertips at the same time. He rolled the erect buds in his fingers as his tongue circled around my mouth. I moaned again, arching my back and lifting my cunt greedily. His teasing and pinching and rolling sent electric shots through the currents that connected my nipples to my clit.

  “And I’ll have to keep you quiet, sweetheart. Your moans have me hard as I’ve ever been, but it’s not practical to be too loud at this juncture.” My eyes widened as he stuffed my balled-up panties into my mouth. “Moan into that all you want. If you feel any pain, that’ll keep you muffled. But I promise, if there is pain, it will be short. You may even like it.” He smiled as he brought my hands back. He removed some cloth bandages from a random drawer and tied my wrists together. Then he tied the end of that to the railing above my head on the exam table. I was stretched out and vulnerable, scared and excited, trembling and dripping.

  “There is the bi-manual exam”, he explained. He slipped to fingers inside me, pressing up against my G-spot. Sarah had told me about it, how when she had sex with her boyfriend, they kept trying to find it together, but it never seemed to work. Without touching my clit, he rubbed the upper wall inside me over and over, and the glorious tightening and tension started to coil again.

  “Wet as you are, this will make you wetter. Especially if I can get you to squirt.”

  My eyebrows lifted as I let out a muffled, questioning plea.

  “I’m fairly certain I can,” he said, flashing me a beautiful grin. He removed his fingers and paused to take off his shirt and slacks. His chest was immaculate and his arms defined. His dick was glistening at the tip. “You made me come a bit already.”

  He slid his fingers into me again, but instead of two, there were three. He added a fourth finger, and with his thumb, he rubbed my clit as he continued pressing up and massaging me from
the inside. He was standing between my legs, and he lifted himself over me, his left hand holding himself up as he continued to pet me down below, driving me crazy. He drove me crazier when he dipped his mouth down, lapping and sucking first one nipple, then the other. My head fell back and my eyes rolled up. My cunt started tightening and my thighs began shaking. The bindings held me in place.

  “You’ll come again for me, Lola,” he whispered into my ear, his voice low and threatening. “The more you can orgasm, the more relaxed you will feel when I fuck the innocence out of you.”

  My breathing came in quick, muffled gasps. He was fucking me hard with his hand now, shaking the table slightly as he moved four fingers in and out of me insanely fast and deep. He was burying his fingers inside me up to his hand, palming my clit hard with each thrust. The table was sturdy enough to hold our weight, but it swayed a bit, adding to my sensory overload. It was like I was on a swaying boat, and each wave brought me closer and closer to climax.

  He went from sucking on my nipples to flicking them with his tongue. The shift in movement sent another cord of pleasure to my core. He bit my nipple gently, and I arched my breasts up, yelping into my soaking wet underwear.

  In a flash his mouth lifted from my nipples. I breathed a shuddering breath, and my pelvis rocked upward as his flicking tongue hit my clitoris. He lapped at the swollen bud once, twice, three times, thrusting his fingers all the while. I moaned and moaned and watched as he took the nub into his mouth. I felt his tongue flicking furiously back and forth over it as fast as he could.

  I tried to keep quiet, I did. But a scream came from somewhere deep inside me as the tightest tension I have ever felt suddenly released in a shuddering, quivering orgasm, and liquid gushed out of my pussy.

  “Good…girl!” he said at the same exact moment that he thrusted his cock deep inside of me. I was drenched, and he easily penetrated into the folds of my sex before the waves of climax had even subsided, and I could feel that the lips of my core were still contracting with the orgasm as my cunt gripped onto his cock. I suddenly felt a sharp burning and stiffened, my wrists straining hard as I struggled against the bindings. But he thrusted through the resistance. And…the pain did start to feel pleasurable.