Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His Doctor

by Delilah Devlin

  I hoped he liked that I’d taken time to get ready. Newly bathed and shaved. Fresh makeup. Spritzes of perfume, but only in places I knew he wouldn’t lick or kiss.

  His approval as he stared downward was evident in the darkening of his eyes to the color of a forest at twilight. “Let’s go.”

  He held my hand as we took the elevator to the parking garage. At his car, he halted me, reached into the glove compartment, and pulled out a black silk scarf. “Turn around.”

  He was going to blindfold me. A thrill sparked, tightening the coil of arousal already spiraling around my core. I waited as he tied it then assisted me into the passenger seat, a hand cupping my head to protect me.

  When he entered the car, he closed the door, shutting out the street noise, heightening the sense of intimacy. He drove for what seemed like a long time, but was likely only minutes. When he shut off the engine, I heard him rustle beside me. Again, he guided my face toward him.

  He pressed a kiss to my lips. “That list…there was something on it, something that made you laugh.”

  I frowned as I thought back to that night. “You’re asking a lot for me to remember details. You were fucking me at the time.”

  He tapped my nose. “Pay attention. You laughed at the suggestion.”

  So this was one of his stipulations. I nodded.

  “You wondered how I’d be okay with it.”

  Shock halted my breath. Allowing another Dom to play with you will not be considered infidelity. It’s training. “Tonight? You want to do that tonight?” I wasn’t ready. I hadn’t been at all sure he was serious, or if he was, I’d thought that might come later. Much later.

  “Tonight,” he said. “You’ll do everything he asks. No brattiness, your best behavior. Make me proud. He wants to meet my new sub.”

  “And we couldn’t meet over dinner or drinks?”

  “Not that kind of meeting, baby girl. Wait until I come around the car to let you out.”

  I waited, feeling a little numb. What would this Dom expect of me? Would he tie me up? Whip me? Would he expect me to fuck him? Questions whirled, but the door opened beside me, and I didn’t have time to find answers. I had a choice to make.

  When Jacob’s hand wrapped around mine, I didn’t fight. As meek as a mouse, I let him help me from the car, and then guide my steps.

  We entered a doorway that whooshed. Entered a space with cool air. Our shoes clicked on tile. The scent of antiseptic and industrial cleansers filled my nostrils? Another door opened.

  “See you made it, Jake.”

  I knew that voice. Oh God, it was his friend, Erik. Doctor Erik Levy. Which explained the smells. We were at his downtown office.

  “Sasha’s looking lovely.”

  “Thank—”

  Jacob swatted my bottom. “She still has a hard time remaining silent. And she doesn’t quite get the concept that tonight, she’s an object.”

  An object? I frowned.

  Erik’s chuckle came from very nearby. His breath gusted against my cheek. “A lovely object. May I admire it?”

  It? I could feel my spine stiffening. I drew a long breath and released it slowly.

  “Of course, you can. I love it when others admire my acquisitions.”

  “Let’s bring it into the examination room where the light is brighter.”

  Grrr…. I could think it, but not express it. Jacob had better not get his dick anywhere near my teeth…

  Jacob pressed against the small of my back to urge me forward, but I dug in my heels. He slipped a hand inside my coat and palmed my pussy. “Remember my warning,” he murmured. “Do not disappoint me.”

  His finger slipped into my vagina and swirled. Cool air wafted over my belly. I had no doubts Erik could see exactly what Jacob was doing. While my cheeks heated from embarrassment, fluid flooded my channel.

  “Erik will want to do the unwrapping.”

  Erik’s a perv, just like you. Of course he wants to unwrap it!

  I was beginning to think the rule of silence might be a very good thing. If I’d spoken, a smartass quip would have earned me a new punishment, even though I might have stuttered it. I was shivering with excitement.

  I moved forward, indicating I was over my attack of second doubts. He led me farther into the space.

  Erik’s steps sounded in front of us. “Examination room one should do nicely.”

  I heard the click of a light switch.

  “Let’s see what you’ve brought me.”

  Jacob’s hand fell away from my back. Other hands, brisk and efficient, unbelted my coat then eased the garment from my shoulders. My nipples tightened in the cool air as I stood, barely breathing.

  Fingers trailed up one arm then smoothed across the top of my shoulder. “Lovely,” Erik whispered. His touch lowered, drawing closer to my nipple. He plucked the tip, then cupped the underside and lifted it. “Nicely formed.” A rasp across the tip made me shiver. “Very responsive. I have clamps in the drawer next to the sink…”

  Moisture oozed down the inside of one thigh. I heard a drawer slide, metallic rustling. Jacob’s steps returned. A moment later, something cool touched my nipple then pinched it—hard. I hissed a breath between clenched teeth.

  “Easy. Breathe. Give it a few seconds.” The clamp tightened, and then he moved to the other breast, plucked the nipple until it too grew taut, and applied another clamp.

  The pain was sharp, but not more than I could bear. With a very odd result—a sensation like a cord tugging at my clit.

  “Very, very nice.” Erik circled me, touching my hip, my bottom. He pressed against my back and glided his hands over my belly, moving downward until his fingers slid between my labia. He toyed with my clit for a moment, just long enough I felt it contract then harden. “Let’s place it on the table. I’d like to have a peek inside this pretty box.”

  Jacob’s hands enclosed my hips. I knew they were his because his touch was never tentative. He gripped me and helped me shuffle backward until I felt the edge of a padded table against my ass. “Hop up.”

  There was no hopping. My legs shook too much. But I scooted side to side to slide onto the table, heard the crackle of paper, and knew this was an actual examination table. With Jacob guiding me, I lay down. My upper torso rested against an incline, my legs dangled over the end of the table.

  “I’ll just set the stirrups,” Erik drawled.

  Oh fuck. Stirrups in a doctor’s office. Not something I’d ever felt comfortable about. Good Lord. He’d said he wanted to see inside “the box”. As alarming as that thought was, I didn’t demur when Erik lifted my feet, removed my shoes, and placed my heels in the cold metal cups. Then he pressed on my inner thighs. “Open.”

  I tensed, seriously considering refusing, but a tap against one of the nipple clamps was Jacob’s way of reminding me I’d agreed to do this. Whatever this was. Slowly, with the doctor’s insistent hands pressing my thighs wider and wider, I opened.

  “Remove the blindfold now.”

  The silk scarf pulled away. I blinked at the overly bright lights. My eyes widened as I glanced at Erik. He wore his white coat, but was naked beneath it. I glanced to my side to discover Jacob was naked as well. Erik must have greeted us nude, but when had Jacob stripped?

  My glance bounced between them. Jacob’s body, so familiar now, gave me comfort. His wide chest, taut abdomen, and nicely muscled thighs always took away my breath. His cock was aroused and standing at an angle from his groin.

  My pussy clenched, making a wet sound that caused my cheeks to flush with heat.

  I dragged my gaze to Erik. His hair was slightly darker than Jacob’s, and a bit longer. Hair cloaked his lean frame, thicker across his chest, narrowing down his belly. His cock drew my stare. Just as large as my stepbrother’s, it had a slight upward curve, and the tip wasn’t like Jacob’s blunt knob—Erik’s was tapered.

  Nervousness made me glance away, but then, all I could see was me—white breasts and belly, splayed thighs. I g
ripped the edges of the table next to my hips.

  Erik unwound the stethoscope he wore draped at the back of his neck and placed the tips in his ears. He came to me, and it was all I could do not to cringe.

  He placed the chest piece atop my left breast. “Breathe normally.”

  I snorted. As if I could breathe at all.

  One dark brow rose.

  I chewed on my lips to keep from making another sound as he slid the disk over my chest and listened to my racing heart. When he removed it, he paused to toggle first one then the other clamp. A painful sting made me suck in a sharp breath.

  He lifted my chin and forced me to meet his gaze. “Is it too much?”

  I shook my head as he cupped my chin.

  “Good, then we’ll move on to the exam.”

  I watched as he riffled through a drawer and withdrew a long metal object—a speculum. My pussy clenched, not in pleasure.

  He withdrew a tube of lubricant, then brought both items and placed them on the tray beside the table. Then he drew on gloves. “Are you allergic to latex?” he asked, his tone brisk as he snapped a glove.

  Still mute, I shook my head again.

  “Good.”

  He hadn’t been kidding when he’d said he’d have a look inside me. I gripped the table with my fingers arched like talons, and my thighs strained as I pressed my heels harder into the stirrups.

  “Relax. I’ll be quick. In and out before you know it.”

  I doubted he said those words to his actual patients, but now I imagined that happening, imagined coming to his office for my annual exam and having to look down, between my legs at his gleaming, gorgeous blue eyes.

  My pussy made another slurpy sound, and I groaned. But I didn’t have time to feel embarrassed now, because he stepped between my opened legs, squirted lube on his fingertips and began to rub my clit.

  Fuck, he had to have women lined up, ready for his examinations, if this was how he prepared them to accept his device. My clit was already engorged, already so enlarged it had shed its cloak, and his slippery fingers rubbed directly against the swollen nub.

  Jacob bent to my ear. “Don’t come.”

  I gave him a glare, but kept my lips crimped together, my teeth clamping the seam. I didn’t speak, but I couldn’t help the tiny muffled moans I released as Erik’s fingers continued to rub in tiny circles, around and around. My thighs quivered. More fluid dripped, running in a rivulet to my ass.

  Erik inserted two fingers into my vagina and scissored them apart. “I think you’re ready.”

  Ready to explode. Ready to scream. Fuck, yeah.

  He lifted the speculum.

  Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. So, not what I wanted right now. I turned my head to stare at the white cabinets as he lubed it. Then he sat on a rolling chair, the wheels whirring as he moved back between my legs. His fingers tugged down the bottom of my opening, cold metal filled it. Slowly, he inserted the device, not stopping until it was deep inside me, and I was rising halfway, my fingers clawing the padded table, because even as cold as it was, as hard and un-sexy, I was an inch from orgasm.

  Jacob unclamped one nipple, and the sudden pain arrested my orgasm.

  “Shall we have a look?” Erik said, a smirk tipping up one corner of his mouth.

  He lifted a little penlight and flashed it inside the tube. “Nice and pink. Jacob, would you like to see what you’ll be fucking?”

  Erik rolled to one side and Jacob bent to peer up the tube. “Yes, nice and pink. But our box isn’t nearly moist enough.”

  Erik stood and went to the sink. He pulled out what looked like an old-fashioned douche bag, complete with red rubber bladder and a long white nozzle.

  I shook my head.

  Jacob speared me with a look that kept me from leaping off the table.

  Erik handed Jacob the bottle, then slowly removed the speculum.

  I didn’t have a chance to breathe a sigh of relief at its removal, because Erik quickly took the douche bag and inserted the nozzle inside me. A wash of warm liquid entered me. My eyes grew wide.

  “Better grab the bed pan under the sink, Jake.”

  Jacob went for it. I raised my hips to hold the water he was squeezing inside me from squirting all over me and his hand. At last, the bag was empty. Jacob slipped the bed pan beneath the edge of the table.

  “Scoot your ass to the edge, subbie,” Erik said.

  Good Lord—his command was every bit as sexy as Jacob’s voice when he spoke to me like that. But I was afraid to move, because already warm liquid was dribbling out. And now, I was afraid some of it was pee.

  “To the edge,” Erik said, his gaze narrowing and hard.

  So I scooted, feeling awkward and ugly and near to tears, because this was beyond humiliating. Why was Jacob doing this?

  The moment my ass cleared the table’s edge, Erik pressed on my belly, and my stream released. I cringed as the liquid was expelled. Not that either man seemed to care about the indignity. Erik produced wipes and cleaned me up, then cupped my bottom and pushed me back up. The paper tore beneath me.

  “Nearly done,” Erik said with a professional smile. “I just need to do the rectal.”

  “Oh fuck no!” I said, rasping after having held my tongue for so long.

  Erik didn’t seem to hear me. He squirted lube on his fingertips, then stood between my legs again.

  I gave Jacob a wild glance, but he wasn’t looking at my face, couldn’t see my outrage. Instead, he watched as Erik flicked my clit with his thumb and slowly screwed two fingers into my ass.

  “Fuck you. Fuck you both,” I said, only my voice wasn’t the shrill, loud shout I’d wanted to blister their eardrums with. It was timid and tearful.

  “Everything appears normal,” Erik said, ignoring my outburst. “Firm grip. Tight.” He withdrew his fingers, walked to the trash receptacle and removed his gloves, dumping them inside. “We’re finished here.”

  “Thank you, doctor,” Jacob said. Then he lifted my heels from the stirrups, and reached out, his palm up.

  I grasped his hand as he stood me in front of him. But he wasn’t done. He removed the last nipple clamp then gripped my hips again, and turned me around. Then with a hand pressing between my shoulder blades, he bent me over the table.

  “No,” I said then hiccupped.

  “No? Don’t you want the pleasure I promised?”

  My heart thudded again. “You aren’t going to spank me for speaking?”

  “I expected you to be much louder. You showed a lot of self-control. You deserve something in return for your good behavior.”

  “Really?”

  “Hold onto the sides of the table, baby girl.”

  Once more, I heard the snap of latex.

  Jacob walked to my side and bent toward my face. “Are you into this?” he whispered.

  He was going to let Erik fuck me. After all he’d done, I shouldn’t have been willing, but Jacob’s gaze was hot, his expression tightening. He was turned on by the thought of Erik taking a turn.

  “I earned this,” I said, my voice calmer now.

  “You did,” he said, a smile tugging at his mouth.

  A moment later, I groaned as Erik’s cock glided deep into my vagina. His strokes were gentle at first, then grew stronger until his skin slapped against mine. Tension built inside me, ratcheting up with his movements and the friction heating up my channel—and with the glowing approval in Jacob’s face.

  “This is how we will be, Sash. If you indulge me, if you obey me, I’ll take you places you never dreamed.”

  “I’m close,” I whispered.

  “Then fly, sweet girl.”

  I closed my eyes and concentrated on the motions, let the pounding in my pussy and the quickening of my heart take me over the edge.

  When Erik groaned, he pulled free. “Quite a lovely acquisition, Jacob. I hope you’ll share it with me again.”

  I didn’t mind he didn’t address me. A smile stretched my mouth at his approval. I’d d
one well. Jacob was proud of me. He’d reward me. Later, when we were alone.

  When Jacob pulled me upright and hugged me against his chest, my head was a little light, and I sagged against him.

  He laughed. “I’d better get you home. We’ll order some delivery. Your choice.”

  He dressed me and himself, then led me out of Erik’s clinic and to his car. Once there, he cupped the side of my face and gave me a kiss. “Do you get it, now?” he asked softly.

  I did. Deep down, where it counted. “I always wanted to belong to you. I always looked for your direction.” I wrinkled my nose. “At least in all things to do with my sexuality. The loss of control…it’s scary.”

  “I’ll always protect you. Watch over you.”

  “Because you’re my big brother?”

  He shook his head. “Because you’re mine.” He turned and started the engine. “When we get home, I’d like it if you’d wear something for me.”

  I tilted my head. “My fuzzy jammies?”

  “It’s in the glove compartment, smartass.”

  I popped it open and found a long jeweler’s box inside. I shot him another glance, but his gaze was on the road ahead, although a small smile curved his mouth.

  I opened the case. Inside sat a necklace, delicate, but with double links all around, and it was closed by a lock with a large ring hanging from it. Nestled in the center of the case was a key. It was a very pretty collar indeed. “I’ll let you put it around my neck. Do you have a leash to go with it?”

  His grin sparkled in the light from the streetlamps. “Of course.”

  I settled against the leather upholstery and sighed. “Will you snap if it I misbehave?”

  “I have a very special flogger I’ll use every time you do.”

  “So…” I bit my lower lip. “You don’t expect me to behave all the time?”

  “I expect you to be yourself, Sash. I don’t need your obedience for my pleasure. However, you need to obey me. I’ve known that since that first time you spied on Gloria and me. When I forced your hand around my dick, you got this look. You were shivering from excitement and fear, but when I made you take me in your hand…you went still. Every time after, I taught you the things you needed to know, because I was the only one you’d accept instruction from, and I didn’t want you hurt or confused.”