Dr. Bad Boy

by Ainsley Booth

  This was our agreement. My terms. During the week, I need to work and he needs just be a client.

  On the weekend…that’s a different story. And I’m sure I’ll hear from him.

  And yet it’s still a surprise when my phone vibrates at six in the morning on Friday. I’m buried under blankets, because November has come in with a cold snap that physically hurts. I fumble for the phone and pull it under the covers with me.

  Max has sent me a text.

  I kick my feet because there’s nobody here to see that I’m a total dork about this.

  M: I want to see you tonight.

  Excitement floods my body, making my fingers shake.

  Okay, I type, then delete it. I try again. I’m free. No, that’s not right, either.

  V: I want that, too.

  Honesty. It goes both ways.

  M: My house. I’ll have a garage door opener and a key couriered to you this afternoon. Let yourself in.

  He sends the address next, even though I have it in our handwritten contract.

  I close my eyes and picture my day. I’m in court this morning, so I have a light afternoon just in case that runs long. I could get out of work by five. Then home to shower, shave my legs, freak out…

  V: I can be there at seven?

  M: I’ll be waiting for you.

  18

  Max

  I check my watch for what I’m sure is the eighty-fifth time in the last five minutes. This must be how a teenager feels taking a girl to prom.

  She’s not due to arrive for another fifteen minutes, and I struggle to ignore the persistent voice of doubt that keeps whispering that Violet’s not coming.

  Trust doesn’t come naturally to me. Especially where women are concerned. But since that first night at the Chateau Laurier, I've known she was different. Worth stepping out onto that ledge for.

  When the garage door opens, my anxiety level drops by more degrees than I care to admit to. She’s nearly ten minutes early. She wants this.

  I wait for her in the living room. My chair affords an excellent view of the entranceway between the front foyer and the garage.

  After what seems like forever, but is likely only a minute or two, the door slowly opens, and Violet peeks around it.

  I almost laugh at the surprise on her face when she spots me. I have no idea what she was expecting, but I doubt it seeing me lounging in an armchair watching her enter my house.

  “Come in. You’re early.” At least I sound confident. Although now that she's here, I am.

  “Traffic was a bit better than I expected,” she says, closing the door behind her.

  I nod and rise, snapping right to the instructions. Where I feel safe and in control.

  “From now on, when you come to me, you will strip and put your neatly folded clothes on that chair.” I point to the walnut occasional chair in the corner between the garage door and the stairs to the upper floor. “You will put on the footwear I leave for you. Slippers, you will always remove when entering a room. Any other footwear stays on until I tell you otherwise.”

  She looks at the floor to where I’ve left her a pair of purple stilettos. Jimmy Choos, in her size, which I made note of in her office the night I brought her dinner. I never thought I had a thing for high fashion until I started to picture Violet in the best heels money could buy.

  “I’ll ruin the wood on your floors if I wear those inside.”

  I couldn’t give a flying fuck about the floors. Every mark she leaves on them will be a cherished memory. “Your only concern is to obey me. And now would be an excellent time to start.”

  She shrugs out of her blazer and drapes it over the back of the chair, then slowly works away on the buttons of her blouse, all the while holding my gaze. Fuck, it’s like a slow-motion replay of that first night, but I don’t have the patience for a strip-tease tonight. I’ve got plans, my cock is painfully hard, and I want to get started. “Very sexy, but you’re taking too long. I’m giving you two minutes to be ready to go.”

  She shoots me the most glorious smile, and continues at the same tortuous speed.

  My gaze hardens. “I don’t think you want me to have to come over there to help you,” I warn.

  Even though I would love to send her home wearing my clothes against her naked skin, I’m glad she takes me seriously—cutting her out of her outfit is not how I want our evening to start.

  I look at my watch as her skirt slips to the floor. She’s still got forty-five seconds, and she’s down to her lingerie and hose.

  “You can leave the suspender belt and stockings.” They’ll really make those heels scream fuck me.

  She removes her bra and panties, then shoots me a sly grin as she slips her feet into the stilettos. “And with fifteen seconds to spare. Come with me.”

  I rise from my chair and walk through the foyer and left down the hall. The clicking of heels assures me she’s following. Left again, then another quick one put me at the top of the stairs. I hesitate for a moment, I’m a little concerned about Violet navigating her way to the basement safely in those sky-high heels, so I take her hand and lead her down the steps and across the playroom to the ottoman—a replica of the one from that night at the Chateau Laurier.

  I’d been sorely tempted to try to purchase the original, but that might have led to some questions best left unanswered. So, a quick consult with the decorator Beth recommended, and a day later, I had exactly what I needed.

  “After you’re finished preparing yourself in the foyer, you will immediately come down here and present yourself for inspection.”

  “Is that…” She trails off and looks at me, as if wanting permission to ask about the piece.

  I nod. “I found a copy. It’s kind of important to me.”

  Her face glows at that, and she gracefully climbs onto the ottoman and arranges herself for my scrutiny.

  I circle her, committing everything about her to memory. The fall of her hair across her shoulder, the dusky pink of her nipples, her clit peeking from between her delicate folds. "There will be other times I'll want to inspect you, for your own safety, and sometimes just because it pleases me to look at you."

  “Yes, Max.”

  I lean down and kiss her mouth. Because I want to. And I can. “Sometimes during inspection, you will give me a blow job.” She cocks her head in the most adorable way. I graze my knuckle along her cheek and smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you guess. I love good mind-fuck, but I will never put you in a position where you have to be a mind reader. Okay?”

  “Okay,” she says, nodding.

  “Excellent.” Straightening back up to full height, I unfasten my jeans and release my straining hard-on. “Open. Same rules, slap my thigh if you have a problem.”

  “Yes, Max.” Fuck, I love it when she says those two words.

  Her tongue slides over her bottom lip and laps at the head of my cock, an erotic swipe that makes me crazy.

  Cupping the back of her head, I ease forward, and her lips close around me. Warm, wet heaven. I pull back a bit and push my way in a little farther. I want her to take all of me, but she’s not ready for that. The memory of her valiant effort, swallowing against her rebellious throat flits through my consciousness. I want that again. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I press deeper into her mouth, my cock thick and heavy, need pounding in my veins.

  She closes her eyes, but I want to see everything they have to offer.

  “Eyes open and on me.”

  Her lids flutter open and I work my way to her throat. Her eyes widen and tear up as she fights against her reflex. Beautiful. I love her tears.

  I pull back a little to let her get herself under control and she swirls her tongue around the tip.

  She’s the one person on the planet who has the potential to make me lose control, and that both fascinates and terrifies me.

  I reach for her nipple, rolling and pinching it as I push a little deeper. She’s tight and hot for me. Her throat muscles contract aga
inst the tip of my cock and when they begin to relax, I pinch her nipple hard and nudge my way in just a bit farther. A gorgeous pink glow is blooming on her skin.

  I’m looking forward to working on her throat training in earnest. But I’m satisfied with just a taste for now. I have so many other things I want to do this evening, and before we can get started, I need to come. I want to focus all my attention on my sweet Violet, and I won’t be able to do that if I’m fighting frustration.

  A tear escapes and runs down her cheek and I want more. “We’ll work more on training you to take all of me soon, but right now, your only job is to hold still and swallow everything I give you.”

  The corners of her mouth turn up just a bit as she tries to smile. Yeah, she’ll be my undoing. I’m sure of it.

  I’m in no mood to draw out the pleasure—I want to come fast. Tightening my grip on her hair, I pump in and out of her mouth, varying the depth, but careful not to make her gag.

  I switch my attention to her other nipple, rolling and pinching and her muffled moans are delightful. They make my dick throb and twitch. Clamps are definitely in Violet’s foreseeable future.

  I can feel the first tingles of my orgasm and I speed up my thrusts until—

  “Open wide,” I say as I let go of her nipple. I work my fist over my cock until spurt after spurt of my come shoots over her tongue and into her mouth. “I want you to swallow every drop, then lick me clean.”

  She closes her mouth with a big grin while her throat bobs up and down. Her tongue pops out and she licks her lips, swallows again, then moves closer to my dick. She licks the drop of come off the head and holds her tongue out to show me. What a gloriously dirty girl she is. She sticks her tongue back in her mouth and swallows before diligently attending to her duty.

  She continues her ministrations long after I’m satisfied, but I don’t have the heart to make her stop before now.

  I gently cup her cheek. “Well done. Now I want you on all fours, legs spread as wide as you can.” Jesus, it’s like I’m replaying that night in at the Chateau Laurier. Well, not entirely. Impact play was not on the menu that night, right now it’s the main course.

  “Did that make you wet?”

  Her glistening pussy is all the answer I need, but I want to hear her say it. “Yes, Max. So wet.”

  “So you are,” I say as I slip a finger inside. I want to taste her, so I withdraw my finger and suck it clean. I want more. I want to make her come on my tongue. But that’s for much later.

  I cross the room to the toy cupboard. When I set it up, I organised everything in categories and ordered the toys by degree of severity or intensity. They’ll all pack a wallop if wielded hard enough, but not all are there to serve pain. I could have had a selection of toys chosen and laid out ready for use, but I wanted to get a sense of Violet’s head-space and go from there.

  Sorting through the nipple clamps, I decide on a set of adjustable tweezer clamps connected by a light metal chain. Better to leave her wanting more than screaming her safeword. I set them aside, and consider the selection of impact toys. My gaze keeps wandering to my favourite cane, but that is definitely for another time. In the end, I pick out a deer-skin flogger to pink her up a little, a leather slapper to add some scarlet, and the dragon tongue whip to provide accent marks.

  I give the cupboard another perusal, and my sadistic side whispers an idea. Turning to face Violet, I find she’s craning her neck, and when our gazes lock, she wiggles her ass and winks at me. Cheeky wench. But that cements my first plan. “Eyes front and don’t move.”

  As soon she faces the other way, I start humming so she can’t figure out what I’m doing. As soon as I have everything I need, I transfer it all to the white vintage instrument tray that works so well for keeping my toys within reach, but out of sight for my sub. I wheel the stand across the room and park it directly behind Violet.

  I pick up a new, unopened butt plug from the tray and walk around the ottoman until I’m standing directly in front of my poor, sweet sub. I hold up the box and start opening it in front of her

  . Her eyes widen. I wait a beat—half expecting her to safeword right there.

  “You’ll wear this while I take advantage of my newly acquired permission for impact play. Now, before we begin, what are your safewords?”

  “Yellow to slow down, red to stop.”

  “Anything else comes out of your mouth, and I keep going, understood?”

  “Yes, Max.”

  “Excellent. Stay put and continue facing forward.”

  Even though the plug is brand new, I spray it with toy cleaner and wipe it off with a clean cloth before generously slathering it with lube and leaving an extra dollop on the tip.

  Her ass is beautiful, and I can’t believe she’s trusting me to do whatever I want to it. With one hand, I gently part her cheeks, exposing her tiny hole. One day I’m going to squeeze my dick in there, and I just know it’s going to be amazing.

  I place the tip of the plug against her puckered entrance. I should start with a finger, but I have a sadistic side, and she has a safeword. “Deep breath in, and then let it out slowly.” As soon as she begins her exhale, I apply steady pressure on the plug. She stops exhaling and tightens up. She whimpers and I can tell she's trying hard to be good. I don't blame her for wanting to squirm away. I pull back on the plug just a touch and squirt on a little more lube. “Just breathe, I need you to relax.”

  We both start again, and this time, the tip slides past the first ring of muscle. “You’re doing great, keep breathing.” I keep pushing and she lets out a tortured groan as we near the widest part of the plug. “Almost there,” I tell her as I add more lube and increase the pressure.

  Once the plug is seated, I slide my hand lower, through her slick folds until I reach her clit, circling and pinching it between my fingers. Leaning over her back, I kiss her neck and whisper, “How does that feel, kitten?”

  “Weird,” she says breathlessly. “Full.”

  “Do you want to come?”

  “Yes, Max.”

  “Perfect.”

  Reluctantly, I straighten up and withdraw my fingers. I want to drop my jeans and ram my cock deep inside her pussy, but I want her to be wet and needy while I turn her ass crimson. She’ll be able to take so much more for me that way.

  Grabbing the clamps, I return to stand in front of Violet. I dangle them in front of her. My hands are going to be too busy to give your nipples any attention, so I’m enlisting a little help.

  "On your knees," I tell her.

  I almost laugh as her eyes go wide in surprise when she moves and the plug shifts as well.

  Leaning down, I take one nipple into my mouth and suck hard. Her moans go straight to my cock and I’m back to wanting to take her immediately. I let go of the nipple and apply the first clamp, tightening it by moving the little ring up towards her nipple. When she sucks in a breath, I move the ring just a tiny bit more. I do the same to the other nipple, then admire my handiwork.

  “So lovely, Violet.” I grasp the chain connecting her nipples and pull forward. “Back on your hands and knees.” Once she’s in position, I let go of the chain, making sure it’s got a good swing going. A little extra stimulation never hurt…much.

  Using the flogger, I work her ass over with light strokes and when her skin begins turning pink, I increase the intensity. A few minutes later, I stop and rub my hands over her warming skin. Beautiful. I slap, then rub one cheek, then the other. I repeat this a few times because I love the feel of her skin beneath my hands.

  But this is our first scene, and I don’t want to push Violet too hard. I can give her a nice, long bare-handed spanking another time.

  I reach for the leather slapper and start with gentle taps all over her buttocks and upper thighs. Every so often, I throw in a particularly hard blow, then return to the gentle tapping.

  “How are you doing, Violet?”

  “I’m good.”

  Her words slur a little and
I smile. She’s heading to a happy place and my chest puffs a bit, my head probably does, too. And this is the point where I know it’s time to wind things down.

  I pick up the dragon tongue for the finale and lay four hard strokes. She cries at the first one, on the fullest part of her buttock, then moans through the next three, another on her bottom and one each where her ass meets her thighs. I want her to think of me every time she sits down for the next few days.

  Once I’m done, I drop the dragon tongue onto the tray and rock my hand between her legs, cupping her sex. The heel of my hand rests against the plug as I stroke her with my fingertips. She's soaked and swollen, her clit hard and every inch of her flesh so sensitive I know it won't take much to get her off.

  I don't rush, though. She's been so good. She deserves a good climax for all that pain. I stroke her outer lips, then just inside, that soft, slick skin that doesn't get nearly enough attention. Up and over, glancing across her clit with each pass.

  She whines and her thighs start to shake.

  "Shhh," I whisper, getting harder again. This is a good kind of torture, too, but I'm not going to push it too far. "I know you want to come. And I'm going to give it to you."

  She makes another sound, this one more accepting, and that earns her more focused attention. My swirling fingers get tighter with the figure eight pattern. Around the clit and down to her entrance. Ignore the small buck of her hips. She'll get them inside her when I'm ready for her to explode.

  Another circle, but this time I stay at her clit because it's so hard. Jesus. My cock is straining to be let free. Her pussy feels so good on my fingers, and I’m tempted to unbuckle my jeans and fuck her, hard and fast, but she's going to need a lot of aftercare tonight and we've got all weekend for that.

  Plus I can't stop touching her.

  It's time for my kitten to come.

  I rock the plug one last time into her, making her moan, then swivel my wrist and fuck into her with two fingers. My thumb takes their place above her clit.