by Livia Grant
“Yes, sir, but it’s, um, been a while.”
“I see.” He shoved deeper, and deeper still. His cock strained against the front of his pants, and he wondered how out-of-scene it would be to abandon the rest of her examination and fuck her right here on the table.
Her hips jerked upward, and her clit swelled larger, peeking out from her folds like the sweetest prize. He inhaled a deep breath, welcoming the scent of her budding arousal. He licked his lips, longing to suck on that protruding nubbin, yearning to taste her and make her shatter to pieces.
He created a steady rhythm of plunging his finger in and out of her ass. She moaned and threw her head back, clearly enjoying this part of her exam. When at last he withdrew his digit from her bottom hole, she cried out in despair and peered down the length of her body at him, her eyes pleading.
He took the thermometer and inserted it into her tight ass, watching spellbound as her pucker clenched and unclenched around the intrusion. So fucking hot. And all his. His for tonight, anyway.
Fuck, he had to see her again after the game ended. He couldn’t wait until the charity ball. In fact, he wanted nothing more than to carry her out of the club, shove her into his SUV, and bring her back to his house, where he would fuck her over and over until they both collapsed from sheer exhaustion.
Once he had the thermometer fully seated in her ass, he scooted back on the chair and kept his gaze on her center. She fidgeted now and then, and her clit was still vastly swollen.
Engorged, really. He couldn’t wait to take the clit pump to her and make the enticing nubbin grow even larger.
Some men liked legs. Other men liked tits. Hunter? He was a clit man, through and through.
Natalie’s was the perfect shade of dark pink, and when he looked closely enough, he could actually see it pulsing. His balls drew up tight and his cock hardened further, a wave of lust induced dizziness sweeping through him.
“All right. That’s long enough for the thermometer,” he said, trying to refocus on the task at hand. He withdrew the instrument from her ass, again reveling in the sight of her shy pucker winking at him. “Good news. Ninety-eight point five. No fever.”
“Very good to hear, sir.”
He placed the thermometer aside and applied more lube to his finger. “Now that I’m satisfied you don’t have a fever, it’s time to check your anal tone, young lady. I’m going to insert one finger into your bottom hole, as deep as possible, and you’re going to squeeze down every few seconds. Do you think you can be a good girl and cooperate?”
“I-I will try, sir.” But she appeared uncertain, as she bit her lower lip and trembled on the table.
“I expect you to do more than try. If you prove disobedient, I will smack your inner thighs again, until they are as dark pink as that swollen clitty of yours.” In the wake of his threat, he moved into position and commenced pushing into her exquisite tightness. When she whimpered loud, and he could press no further, he remained submerged in her snug hole and commanded, “Squeeze.”
An adorable look of concentration crossed her features, and then he felt the sudden tightening of her passage around his digit.
“Very good girl,” he said, infusing his voice with praise. He realized medical play made her nervous, and he was proud of her for being mostly cooperative so far. “Now, again. Squeeze. Good, now relax. Okay, squeeze once more.”
He continued on for a bit until she’d clamped down on his finger a total of ten times.
“All right, Natalie. You did well. Those were nice, hard squeezes. You have a healthy anal tone.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Her gaze wandered to the tray of instruments, lingering on the clit pump, and he felt the corners of his mouth twitching.
“Soon, my little patient. Soon.” God, he enjoyed teasing her, and he thrilled at making her squirm. “But first, I’m going to insert the speculum and get a better look at your delicate pink parts. I’ll swab you too, just for good measure. Your health is very important to me.”
He stood up, removed his gloves and disposed of them, and searched through the cabinets for a clear plastic disposable speculum. He much preferred the plastic ones to the metal contraption that rested on the tray. Once he found one, he donned a fresh pair of gloves and tore open the packet.
He sat down and rolled the chair between her thighs, eyeing her center. “Normally I apply a liberal amount of lubrication to my patients before inserting a speculum, but you’re absolutely drenched, Natalie, and I don’t believe we’ll need it.”
She opened her mouth as if to say something but soon clamped her lips together. He chuckled, watching as she fought to contain whatever impertinent comment had jumped into her mind.
“Something you would like to say, young lady?”
“No, sir.”
“I thought not. Now, keep those legs spread.”
Chapter 7
Natalie whimpered as the speculum stretched her wide. Between her legs, Hunter was swabbing her insides. She felt the tickle deep in her womb. She didn’t watch to see what he did with the swab, she simply concentrated on breathing in and out and trying not to squirm.
Her breasts ached, as if calling for his touch. All the places on her body that he’d caressed, even for the briefest moment, tingled with the remnants of his grazes. Below her waist, the feelings were even more pronounced.
Honest to God, she would sell her soul for an orgasm right now.
He tapped on her clit several times, slow and torturous taps, the jolts of sensation driving her wild. A haze of blinding arousal consumed her, making her vision blur in small bursts of light. Her entire body had turned into a ball of erotic tension, and if he would only do her the mercy of rubbing her clit for more than two seconds at a time, she would surely combust and soar to the stars.
“Are your legs getting sore or cramped yet, Natalie?” he asked, shifting to rub her thighs.
“No, sir, I’m fine.” But his concern warmed her heart, and she wondered what would happen at the conclusion of Roulette Redux. Despite the little crush she’d had on him years ago, even when she’d still had a boyfriend and shouldn’t have allowed herself to develop an attraction to him, she couldn’t envision any sort of future with him that wasn’t complicated as hell. “Mm. That feels nice, though. Thank you, sir.”
He continued rubbing her legs a while longer, concentrating on her inner thighs. She glanced out the window of the medical play area and noticed some of the observers leaving, soon to be replaced by new curious faces. She suspected the shift in people was a result of the first thirty minutes of the game passing. Other paired couples were probably spinning for their second activity already. Her gaze traveled to the ceiling, and she moaned when Hunter’s fingers inched closer to her pussy.
“I’m removing the speculum now,” he said, and a second later, relief coursed through her as he withdrew it from her stretched insides.
She exhaled and started to sit up, only for him to slap her thigh.
“Did I tell you to move?”
“No, sir. But I thought maybe we could go spin again.”
“You thought wrong.”
He reached for the clit pump.
Her heart raced, and she started to sit up again, but a firm hand on her leg halted her movement. Hunter’s stern gaze caused her to still further, leaving her scarcely able to take a breath. She felt lightheaded and strangely curious as she stared at the dreaded device.
A heated quiver shot through her, as she recalled the porn video she’d watched several months ago, featuring a young woman being tormented by the very thing Hunter held in his hand. The woman had seemed to enjoy her ordeal, having her clit pumped to an unnatural size and then stroked until she cried out her release, and the video had definitely made Natalie squirm, but she still had doubts she would like it herself.
Not for the first time, she lamented not having rolled spanking on the activity wheel. She stared down between her legs, her skin prickling with heat as he splayed
her nether folds wide apart with one hand, still holding the blasted clit pump in the other. He’d donned a fresh pair of blue latex gloves, and for a reason she couldn’t fathom, the sight of him looking casual with his sleeves rolled up and no white jacket, yet still quite doctor-ly, left her increasingly breathless and throbbing for his touch.
“Tell me, Natalie,” he said quietly, “do you have a boyfriend or a Dom in your life?”
His question startled her, and she didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she peered at him, unease unfolding in her chest. She didn’t want to talk about what she had or didn’t have in her life. She wanted to get through her three hours of the game, and rush back to the little one-room basement apartment she rented on the outskirts of Georgetown, where she could hide and sort out her thoughts in private.
He relaxed his hand on her pussy, but in the next moment, pinched one of her folds. Hard. She gasped and struggled against the unexpected pain.
“I asked you a question, young lady, and I expect an answer.” Another pinch, this one to her opposite fold. He commenced grasping and pulling both folds toward himself, as he stretched her and punished her continued silence.
“If I had anyone, do you think I would be here tonight?” she all but screamed, before more quietly adding, “Sir.”
“Have you had a boyfriend or a Dom in the years since we last saw one another?”
Tears burned in her eyes. Why the fuck was he asking her such questions? She hadn’t counted on this being part of the game. The word red danced on her tongue, and she pressed her lips together in an effort not to break. She still wanted to win. Maybe it was due to the years of competing in beauty pageants, always striving for the crown, lest she disappoint everyone, or perhaps it was her innate stubbornness, but she didn’t want to safeword and walk away from Hunter. Not if she could help it. She tried to relax and breathe out slowly. A lone tear cascaded down her cheek, but she didn’t swipe it away.
“No, sir, I haven’t been in a relationship with anyone since we last saw each other. I simply like to play now and then,” she said, trying to explain her reasons for going to Overtime. Not that she needed to explain that part, the part about spending the last few years scening with strangers in an effort to fill the deep, lonely void in her life. What did it say about her, that she’d gone years without forming an attachment to one of the doms she played with? Whenever a dom asked her on a date or showed too much interest in her, she would push him away, insisting she wanted nothing more than a good beating and a hard fuck.
What about Hunter? What was his story? He was here tonight, having signed up to be matched with a random submissive, she reminded herself. Perhaps he had a few demons of his own to contend with. Powerful, wealthy, and sexy as sin, he could have an entire harem of submissives waiting if he wanted. So why had he signed up for Roulette Redux?
Better yet, why the fuck had he bought a ticket to the charity ball?
Her mind swam with questions, but the animalistic glare he leveled on her, combined with the looming presence of the clit pump, left her too flustered with nerves to voice any of her questions.
He splayed her sore pussy lips apart once more and brought the device up to her center. She watched in horrified fascination as the small clear plastic tube was placed on her already swollen clit. He pressed it down hard over her nubbin, forcing her flesh to adhere to the insides of the tube, but didn’t yet push the lever to activate the suction.
“You’re a treasure, Natalie,” he said. “You shouldn’t be alone. You should allow someone to care for you. I imagine trust doesn’t come easy for you though, does it?”
She froze, startled by his question. She hadn’t seen him in years, and even then she hadn’t known him very well. But here he was now, older and hotter and fucking wiser, practically reading her mind while he held her open in the most vulnerable position imaginable.
She gave herself a mental shake. He’d asked her a question. She had better answer. Her pussy lips still throbbed from being pulled and stretched only moments ago. She told herself that was why she choose to answer, to avoid pain and punishment, and not because she wished to open her heart to him.
“I don’t need anyone,” she said. “Not family. Not friends. Certainly not a boyfriend or a dom. I like being alone.”
“Do you like being alone, or do you simply choose to be alone because you don’t want to risk betrayal again?” He relaxed the pressure of the pump over her clit but didn’t remove it. Then he placed his finger on the lever, ready to push.
Anger flared inside her. She glared at him, clenching her teeth until her jaw ached. “What kind of question is that?” she finally asked, still seething. “Of course I don’t trust anyone! People are the worst. They pretend they like you. Some pretend they love you. And then, when it suits them, they hurt you and turn their back on you.” She was talking about Walter, mostly, but she was also talking about her former best friend, and her parents, and all the other friends she’d lost in one fell swoop. One moment she’d been on top of the world, at least in appearances, preparing to compete in the Miss America contest while her successful father was running for office. It had all been a lie though. Beneath the pageant gowns and the carefully styled hair and the big white smile, she’d been crumbling inside, hating every minute of her so-called perfect life.
Another tear rolled down her cheek, and she resisted the urge to sniffle. She thought of the dark corridor where she’d stood with Hunter and opened up to him, in a strange way, telling him she wished for it to all be over. All of it. The fake perfection, the election, the accusations, and especially the heartache. Though they hadn’t spoken for long, he’d been understanding, and he’d even offered to help her, though she had simply walked away.
Walking away didn’t make her life better. Being alone didn’t make her happy. Neither did wearing a mask. She blinked hard and realized the pressure on her clit was growing. She glanced down to find him slowly pressing on the lever. Sensation blasted through her, and God it was a relief because the overwhelming pleasure drowned out her thoughts. Most of them, anyway.
“I want you to focus on the growing pressure on your clit, Natalie. Focus on the building sensations, and nothing more. I’m here for you. I’ll catch you.”
Catch me?
When he pressed the lever again, she gasped at the intensity of the pleasure building below her waist and started to understand his meaning. She was an open book now, her emotions and secrets laid bare, and he was about to make her shatter.
When she came back to reality, he would be here with her. Right beside her. To catch her. The intimacy of the moment swept over her, and she lost herself in this new delicious torture being inflicted upon her.
Chapter 8
Natalie’s pink clit, sufficiently engorged, nearly filled the small tube to the halfway point. The sight was so erotic Hunter broke out in a sweat. He ceased pressing on the lever, and moved the pump in a slight up and down motion, though it didn’t gain any traction upon her flesh, as the device was sealed tight to her nubbin. She moaned and writhed on the exam table, and he noticed from his peripheral vision that a larger crowd had formed outside the room.
The pump securely attached to her clit, he rolled the chair back and stood up. She peered at him with glazed over eyes, clearly lost in a haze of desire. Her hips wiggled upward and downward every few seconds, and her legs trembled in the stirrups. So fucking hot, and all his to do with as he wished.
It pleased him to make her talk, to make her open up and face her demons, and to be the one person to catch her when she came crashing down. The only person in her world for that one instant. Her tears moved him, though only a few had rolled down her cheeks. It had occurred to him, as he prepared her for her examination, that if ever a woman needed a cathartic release, it was Natalie. He aimed to make it count, to force her first orgasm of the night from her after a long blissful but agonizing tease.
He placed his gloved fingers at her mouth. “You’ve made quite the
mess, Natalie. Clean your essence from my hand.”
She sucked in a breath as her lips parted, and a second later, her pink tongue darted out to taste herself on the glove. Once he was satisfied with her efforts, he removed both gloves and disposed of them, then situated himself at her breasts. He bent down to capture one nipple between his teeth, and he alternated licking and biting her stiff peak, and her little breathy moans were music to his ears. He moved to her other breast and gave that nipple the same careful treatment, and her movements on the table increased, as she lifted her hips more urgently, seeking his attentions below her waist. Wordlessly begging him.
He glanced up, to see her crying again. A steady but slow stream of tears cascaded down her cheeks. He suspected his questioning, in combination with the frustrating need to come, was wreaking havoc on her senses. Feeling merciful, he rounded the table and once again stood between her legs. He eyed her captive clit with dark appreciation, and reached for the pump, releasing the pressure valve only slightly, as he yanked it off her swollen nubbin with an audible pop. His cock hardened further at the sight of her unnaturally distended clit. Someone in the doorway gasped.
Whimpers abounded from Natalie, and she clutched onto the sides of the table, her expression turning frantic. Her desperation filled him with a heady sense of power. He controlled when she came. He controlled every fucking thing she did tonight.
“So needy, my naughty little patient,” he said, dipping two fingers into her core, seeking out her wetness in order to spread it over her engorged nubbin. It pulsed in his grip when he stroked her moisture over it, rubbing up and down while she quivered and groaned.
“Please, sir. Oh, my God. Please.”
He’d never heard such beautiful, urgent begging in his life. She jerked around as if possessed, in convulsive shudders, though to her credit, she kept her center mostly still. No doubt, his touch left her hopeful that she would soon be permitted an orgasm, and the closer her pussy remained to his hands, the better. Keeping somewhat still was proving a challenge though, he realized, as she tightened her hold on the table so hard that her knuckles turned white.
