He repositioned the vibe, seating it farther inside her pulsing channel and mercifully the intensity subsided. “No coming until I say. We’re almost done. All that’s left is to examine your bottom.”
She tensed when more cold, slippery lube drizzled between her cheeks. His fingers followed, spreading it around her tensely held hole. She felt the push against her anus as the tip of his finger slipped in. Instinctively, she clenched and pushed it out.
“Lanie. This is nothing new. I’ve played here before and you enjoyed it. I’m using plenty of lube. Once its inserted you’ll be allowed to come.”
“What is ‘it’ exactly, sir?”
“That’s a little surprise, but if you guess right, I’ll tell you.”
His finger glided easily inside courtesy of the extra lube, it was joined by a second as he prepared her. Sliding in and out and twisting his fingers to spread it all around. The touch of a smooth, hard tip replaced his fingers and she felt herself stretch as he pushed it into her. This was certainly wider than a thermometer, and longer and thicker than two of his fingers. The pressure continued to build until there was a slight pinch, for an instant, before it slid easily in the rest of the way and her muscles clamped around it, leaving it seated firmly inside her ass.
“It’s a plug.”
“It’s a stainless steel anal plug to be specific. And its only medium-sized, the next step up from what we used before, but it will prepare you for later.”
It felt extra-large to her, nowhere near medium, and every nerve ending inside her tingled with awareness.
In no hurry, he played with it at length, dragging out the game. As he twisted it slowly, he reminded her, “If you’re in pain, your safeword will end it, baby,” just as a long-drawn-out groan broke free from her chest.
“I thought not,” he chuckled.
Lost in sensation, she paid that little heed, her brain busily running a seamless slide show of what ‘later’ might entail.
“The other toy, can you guess what it was?”
“Huh?” How was she supposed to answer questions right now? “I haven’t a clue.”
“Did it feel good?”
“Yes, sir. Everything in this scene has felt wonderful.”
“Good. That’s all that really matters then, isn’t it?”
“You’re right as usual. I can think of only one thing that’s missing.” Her unspoken ‘you inside me’ seem to echo silently in the room. She didn’t need to explain.
“I’m getting to it. Soon it will be me deep inside you, but I think we should give your knees a break.”
“My knees are fine, Ethan. What I really need to do is come.”
He released the straps to her restraints and with the flick of his thumb freed her wrists. “Hush, let’s move to the bed so I can finish my examination of my gorgeous patient.”
“Finish? What’s left to examine? You’ve peered into every nook and cranny, literally.”
“My dear girl,” he said with mock outrage. “We haven’t gotten to the most important part. What kind of medial professional would I be if I left the job half done? I still have to examine your body’s ability to climax.”
“Then let’s get to it, before I need a psychiatrist instead of a GYN.”
As he lifted her off the table, he held onto her hips until she was steady. His hand landed crisp swats on her backside. “If you keep up the sass, I’ll have to try out the dental gag that I’ve held in reserve.”
Her head flew up and her mouth hung open. As his eyes dropped to it, she snapped it shut, not wanting to give him any encouragement. “That’s hardly necessary doctor.” Her tone was soft and placating. “I promise to be your most obedient patient, ever.”
“Highly doubtful. But I’ll give you another chance. I have other plans for that mouth.” He sent her to the bed with another light swat. “I want you on all fours, Lanie. This part of the exam we’re both going to enjoy.”
She took an eager step toward the bed, yelped and froze, sending him a frantic look.
“What is it? The plug?”
“No,” she cried, “the egg shifted.”
It had done more than that, but those few words were all the explanation she could manage. The egg had not only shifted, it had slipped down until it was just barely inside and pressed right up against her G-spot, humming away. Her eyes rose to his in a frantic appeal. “Oh. My. God.” Her broken words were her last as her body shook with a tremor, while waves of pleasure shot through her. She closed her eyes and bent forward as a cry broke free. Reaching for him helplessly, she screamed as an intense wave of pleasure washed over her and she came.
He swung her up in his arms. “I’ve got you.”
Ethan’s hand found the remote and switched it off. When the vibrations stopped, she slumped in his arms. He carried her to their big bed, settled her in the middle. Followed her down, he cupped her cheek, looking deeply into her eyes and grinned. “That was so fucking hot. You’re even more beautiful when you come.” He cuddled her close until she calmed.
When she was able to put thoughts into words, she gave him a sweet smile. “Sweeping me up in your arms and carrying me off to bed was very romantic, honey. My heart skipped a beat.”
“Good, but I wasn’t going for romance. I thought you were going to collapse you came so hard. Although I’m relieved you feel that way. Want to know why?”
“Relieved? Why?”
“Because when you look back at tonight, the romantic Ethan might be offset by the perv who plans to fuck your sweet ass right now.” Rolling her over, he swatted her once. “Ass in the air, baby. You’ve had your pleasure. It’s time to pay the doctor for services rendered.”
Chapter Nineteen
Happily climbing onto their bed, her lips curved upward, thinking him the sexiest, most romantic man she’d ever met, and also the most depraved. Still, as she positioned herself on all fours, and looked at him over her shoulder, she acknowledged silently that she loved him all the more for it. Stripped naked, he put his knee on the bed and crawled in after her. Her eyes lowered to his hard length, the glistening wetness at the tip proving his need for her. In no time, he was behind her, sliding his cock along her slit gathering her wetness. Lanie groaned as he switched the egg back on. With it hard at work in her pussy, she realized Ethan was indeed serious about taking her ass.
On his knees behind her, he placed a steadying hand on her hip and eased out the plug. “I can’t wait to get inside this gorgeous ass again.”
He entered her slowly. Larger than the toy he replaced, his cock stretched her as it burrowed unhurriedly inside. Her initial resistance gave way to acceptance as her body yielded to his. When he came to a stop, his hips resting against hers, she could feel him pulsing deep inside her. Resting there a moment, his hands flexed on her hips, giving her time to adjust. She took the moments he gave her to savor the closeness of their intimate position, the totality of his possession.
A groan rumbled through his body as her muscles spontaneously clamped around him. She could feel the familiar waves of her body’s re-awakening as they built from deep inside. Unable to remain still any longer, she rocked back against him in a silent plea for him to move.
Ethan reacted with a slow withdrawal, returning in a leisurely glide, then continuing on in an easy give and take. But Lanie was tired of slow and drawn out. Although it had been good, really good, she was done with the teasing and games. Now that his hard length was finally inside her, she wanted to get on to the really good stuff. She wanted to come.
“More, Ethan,” she implored.
Leaning back, she met each pump of his hips as he gradually gained speed. Soon he was riding her fast and hard. Lanie’s hands scrambled for purchase on the smooth linens, her fingers curling into the cloth as the force of his thrusts pushed her forward. Her hand flew out blindly, searching behind her for his hand at her hip. When her fingers found his wrist, encircling it, she latched on, clinging tightly.
Nudging her knees
apart, Ethan widened their base as he pulled her upright, her back to his chest, his long arms wrapping tightly around her, anchoring her to him as he thrust upward. All Lanie could do was hold on. She clutched the forearm at her waist and snaked a hand up and around his neck. Beneath her wild, chaotic hair, his lips sought her shoulder. His mouth opened against her damp skin and she felt his teeth latch on without pain. He groaned close to her ear.
What followed was a period of frenzied fucking until they were both gasping for air and glistening with perspiration.
“Keep pace with me. I’m not going to last much longer.”
One hand clutched a swaying breast and abraded the hard aching peak while he searched for the remote for the egg in the sheets. When he growled in frustration, Lanie reached down blindly, finding the wire between her legs and the small control box, which had come unclipped from the strap at her thigh. She dutifully handed it to Ethan who thumbed it up to maximum and tossed it aside. As his fingers found her clit, he wrapped her up tight and plunged into her harder. In a few strokes, she was there.
“Ethan!”
“Come, baby. I’m right behind you.”
She shattered, her nails digging into him unintentionally, her body trembling as he continued to drive into her. As she came down, she realized he wasn’t done with her, as he was keeping up the same intense rhythm. The egg was buzzing away, each thrust pressing it right up against her G-spot. The combination of the egg, the constant flick of his thumb against her clit, and his rigid length filling her, driving relentlessly into her ass, made her come again. Her pussy convulsed hard, so hard that her juices overflowed down her thighs. She screamed and he answered with a roaring, “Holy fuck!”
They soared together in a mutually explosive release, collapsing in a sweaty, gasping heap on the bed. But for Lanie, it didn’t end there because the egg refuse to go away. She could hear and feel the incessant buzzing deep inside and as Ethan withdrew from her body, it shifted again until she felt it clear through to her clit. It was simply too much for her over stimulated pussy.
“Oh my God!” she cried. “I can’t take anymore. Shut it off!”
Wildly wriggling beneath him, she searched between her legs for the control, frantic to make it stop. Ethan found it first this time and giving the cord a firm tug. It came out with a pop. She sighed with bliss-filled relief and collapsed face first into the pillows. Her voice came out muffled as she said, “It’s official. You’ve killed me.”
The corners of his mouth quirked upward as he flopped onto the bed beside her. “You’re not dead, but what a way to go.”
As he pulled her against him, her leg landed in a wet spot. Lanie rolled over and sat up, looking at the sheet. “Ethan, the bed is soaked. What happened?”
With his big hands under her arms, he lifted her on top of him and settled her against him. “That was amazing. You’ve never done that before. It was probably the egg, or maybe the combination of the egg and me in your ass. Or it could have been the prolonged stimulation. Whatever the reason, we’ll need to recreate it because it was fucking hot.”
“What are you talking about? Did I pee?”
“Lanie. That is not pee.”
“Then what?”
His brow arched and he gave her a wicked grin. “I made you sq—”
Before he got it out, realization dawned and she clapped a hand over his mouth. “Don’t say it!”
Pulling her hand away, he kept on. “But it was awesome, you came so hard you sq—”
Her other hand came up and stopped him. He pulled that one away too. Having claimed both her wrists, Lanie couldn’t stop him. She glared at him as he grinned up at her.
“Baby, really, it’s okay. I read recently that only 17% of women can actually ejac—”
Her mouth slammed down over his this time as she tried to silence him with her lips. “So help me Ethan Fischer, if you say either of those awful words, it will be a very cold day before you even get to try to recreate it again.”
He rolled them, stopping when he was on top. His grin hadn’t faded the least. “I’m teasing you, Lanie. If those words bother you, we can call it something else. It’s up to you. But I swear, it will be my life’s mission to make it happen again and again.”
“Just say gush, or something. For heaven’s sake, what am I saying?” Closing her eyes, she moaned out her disgrace as she buried her face in his neck. “Why do we have to call it anything? I’m mortified. I didn’t even think that was real. I thought it was a myth.”
“Lanie… look at me.”
She couldn’t, shaking her head as she rooted deeper.
“Baby…” He urged, tugging gently at the back of her hair
Propping up on his chest, she cracked open one eye and peeked at him. His eyes were twinkling and that damn dimple was making an appearance. It was irresistible, which wasn’t helping one bit.
“What?” she grumbled.
“That was sexy as hell. That you could come so hard, and with me inside you… It was incredible and I loved it.”
“I’m glad one of us did. I’m ticked. I just changed the sheets.”
Laughing, he rolled them again somehow avoiding the wet spot. He pulled her onto his chest and aligning their bodies, sliding his hands over her behind and holding her in place.
“Lanie Fischer,” he charged with a huge grin. “That is an out and out lie. You thoroughly enjoyed it or you wouldn’t have—.”
“Ethan!” she squealed.
“—gushed,” he finished with a wink. “If you hadn’t completely loved what we were doing, you wouldn’t have come that hard in the first place.”
Despite being terribly embarrassed, she conceded that she’d never climaxed so hard in her life. Burrowing her hands under his arms, she curled them around his back as best she could. Snuggling into him, she squeezed tight as she admitted, “I did love it, Ethan, completely.”
Hands cupping her face, his thumbs stroked over her cheeks as his eyes burned into her eyes. “Remember, to always be honest with me. Nothing you do, say or feel with me should ever cause you shame. Okay?”
As she felt the tension pass, she nodded and agreed, “Okay.”
“Good. Because like Pinocchio’s nose, when you gush, it’s not really a lie you can hide.”
She smacked him playfully on the arm and laughed as he rolled them again, this time off the bed. With her held close against his chest, he carried her to the shower. Ethan made up for his teasing by washing her hair. When he was finished, he soaped them both from top to bottom with her girly smelling body wash, without a single complaint. He’d fussed about smelling like a flower in the past, but it had been half-hearted because if they were in the shower together, it always led to great sex.
It was no different now. After finishing only minutes before, Ethan’s hands on her body stirred them both. He took her with her back to the wall, his strong arms supporting her. This time they went slow, staring into one another’s eyes as he pumped into her with long, slow glides moving faster only when the hot water ran out. In the end, they’d had to wash again in cold water, but neither had really cared.
Lanie was so exhausted, afterward, that Ethan had to dry her off and carry her back to bed. He propped her against one of the four-posts of their bed while he changed the sheets. He tucked her into the clean, fresh-smelling linens and climbed in next to her. She felt as limp as a rag doll and was silent as he positioned her on her side and spooned behind her. Lastly, he reached for the lamp on the bedside table. With the blinds closed, the room was cloaked in semi-darkness.
“Nap for a while. We’ll scrounge up dinner later.”
She lay there for several minutes, enjoying the feel of his warm body wrapped around her. The heat he emitted was relaxing, like an electric blanket its cozy warmth dragged her down toward sleep. She fought it, being there with him was just too good. Besides, all she’d done for the past five days was sleep.
“Dr. Fischer is a sham.” Her words disturbed the easy
silence, said in a whisper in case he was already asleep
“Hmm? What was that?” He asked in a drowsy murmur.
“Dr. Fischer, he’s really a Mr. Hyde. A deranged mad man with a medical fetish, not to mention an obsession with spanking, toys and all things kinky. Who knew?”
“Complaints? I’ll have to practice using more conservative techniques. Missionary comes to mind, under the covers, in the dark. We’ve never done that. Sounds like a blast. We can try it out after dinner.”
“People really do that?” She gasped in mock horror and faked a shudder. “Now that’s what I call deviant.” She giggled until he pinched her bottom.
Too tired to think about another orgasm, she snuggled back against him, sighing her contentment. Her hand found his where it rested on her waist. Sliding her fingers over the back, she intertwined his with her own, lifting his hand to her lips where she pressed a kiss into his palm. She curled their joined hands into her chest, resting them between her breasts and over her heart. With his face against her neck, she felt the movement of his lips and knew they had turned upward into the sexy smile she so loved. With that image in her mind, she drifted off to sleep a matching curve gracing her own lips.
Chapter Twenty
The sun had dipped low on the horizon by the time Ethan headed out to his car at the end of a very long week. He pulled out his phone and dialed Lanie, smiling as she answered on the first ring.
“What’s our dinner plan, beautiful? I missed lunch and I’m starving.”
“I didn’t have time to shop. Want to meet at Mariano’s?”
“Perfect. I haven’t had my favorite appetizer in quite some time.”
“Mmm-hmm, what’s that?”
“Pussy a la Lanie.”
“Yeah, honey, sounds good.”
He shook his head. She was so distracted, she’d walked right into his crude joke and still hadn’t noticed. Something was up.
“Are you okay, Lanie?”
“Just thinking.”
“Did you call for reservations?”
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