His Name Is Sir (The Power to Please, Book 3)

by Ward, Deena

  I hadn’t seen or heard of Gibson since the night of the ball, when he won my auction and gave me some advice about Michael which I ignored, a mistake on my part, I discovered later. I still didn’t much like the man, mostly because of what he had done to Michael and his family, not helping them the way he should have. However, he had been perfectly correct in his critique of Michael as a dominant.

  Dr. Ron soon grew fed up with our begging and turned on Elaine and me. He shook his head at our annoying ways, then took hold of my ear and marched me toward his office next door.

  He gestured that Elaine was to stay behind. She and Patsy pouted at his departure.

  Once he had me in his office, Dr. Ron shoved the papers off his desk and pushed me down onto it, bending me at the waist so my ass stuck out.

  He yanked up my dress to show off my demure, white cotton panties. He rubbed my ass for a few moments, warming me up for what was to come.

  And then it came. He spanked me. I cried out, for real. Ten hard swats he gave me, five on each cheek. I still wasn’t all that great at accepting pain, but I put on a good face when he was done, looking appropriately pleased and chastened by the punishment when I tottered back to my post at the easel.

  I comically rubbed my butt along the way. Damn. The man could deliver a hard spanking. I hated to think of what a real spanking from him might be like.

  While Ron dragged Elaine into his office for her spanking, I snuck a glance over at Gibson. I shouldn’t have done it, but I couldn’t help myself.

  He was still watching me, and he was still wearing that half grin. When our eyes met, he raised his glass to me and nodded.

  I immediately looked away. My butt still burned from Ron’s spanking and I credited the residual fire as the reason for the heat that built inside me.

  The scene played on behind me. I turned half an eye to the play, watching Elaine returning from her spanking looking less than remorseful, seeing Patient Patsy convince Dr. Ron that she needed a spanking, too. I turned poster boards as required.

  One of my favorites was when Elaine “convinced” Dr. Ron to let her give him a blow job while he sat on his stool, fingering Patsy. My poster read, “Well, maybe the Doctor could spare a little time for this.”

  Elaine stripped off her uniform before she went down on Dr. Ron, clad only in her bustier corset and white cotton panties.

  It was time for me to reenter the scene, so I gripped my stubborn zipper and yanked it down hard. I pushed off my uniform, letting it pool on the floor. I stepped out of it, savored my first deep breaths in a long while and headed back into the fray.

  Losing the uniform wasn’t actually revealing much more of my body than what was already revealed, but its loss made me feel more naked than before. Goosebumps rose on my arms as I walked up to Ron.

  When I was beside him, I turned away from him and began brushing my ass up against his free arm. I say free, but really, nothing on him was free. One hand was pumping away inside Patsy and the other hand was wrapped in Elaine’s hair. It was the latter hand that I was supposed to attract away from its current activity.

  I played the sultry sex kitten as well as I knew how, wishing I had the courage to sneak another look at Gibson, or anyone in the crowd, really, to see how I was doing.

  Ron didn’t make me keep it up for long. He pushed me in the small of my back, my cue to bend over and grab my knees. He gave a quick tug and pulled my panties down, stopping where my hands met my knees. I spread my legs as far as they would go with the restriction of the fabric.

  Ron ran a big finger up and down my slit. I was wet and I was ready. He slipped a finger inside my pussy and I groaned. No act, that groan, not in the least.

  He stroked me for a while, then he pushed a second finger inside. Ahh, his fingers were big, the two of them together stretching me. I shut my eyes and let myself feel him, let myself imagine what everyone was seeing, listening to the sounds of Elaine sucking Ron’s big cock, and Patsy’s moans.

  I pushed back against Ron’s hand, urging him to do more. He delivered, but not in the way I expected. His fingers were slowly fucking me when he a landed a cracking swat on my ass. Smack!

  I jerked. Hey, that wasn’t in the script. He was supposed to keep fingering me and Patsy while Elaine sucked his dick. He wasn’t supposed to desert Patsy and spank me, dammit.

  Smack! He landed another blow. I cried out at the sharp pain, but my cry was cut short when the sting shot straight from my butt to my clit. What the hell was that?

  Two more times he smacked my ass, and two more times my clitoris responded. I thought, well now, this could make spanking a more worthwhile pastime.

  Then his fingers were gone. I looked behind me. He was focused on Patsy, his fingers inside her, and the hand that should have been toying with me, was slapping Patsy’s ass.

  Well, hell.

  I moaned, made a few little motions with my hips. Ron turned to look at me, a distinct evil gleam in his eye. He glanced at my pussy, then back at my face and raised an eyebrow.

  It didn’t take a genius to know what he wanted. I smiled sweetly, and mouthed the word, “Please.”

  In an instant, his fingers pumped away inside me again. I moaned and pushed against him. Oh God.

  It wasn’t to last, though. Elaine was to be the judge of the doctor’s state of arousal, and she must have decided that he was at a point where a change of activities was necessary.

  Damn, I thought, when she stood up and took the next steps in the script. Basically, it meant I lost the use of Ron’s fingers. I tried to accept it with good grace.

  Ron was ready for the next round, and rose up off his stool and kicked it away behind him. He stepped up to Patsy, who was still bent over on the table, and drove his hard cock straight in her pussy.

  She let out a loud yelp and then a groan of pleasure.

  I pulled up my panties, then Elaine and I went to work trying to get Ron’s pants off the rest of the way. This was actually supposed to be done before Ron started fucking Patsy, but hey, who could blame the guy for not wanting to wait around?

  It took some work, but we eventually got the job done, tossing his pants and shoes aside, then stripping off his doctor’s coat and undershirt, until he was completely naked.

  He was quite the sight, his muscles working as he pumped in and out of Patsy. He wasn’t hairy at all, or at least, not the way I expected. He had plenty of hair on his barrel chest, and a good manly cover on his legs, but his back and tight ass were hair-free. He looked damned good.

  I imagined the ladies in the crowd were enjoying this new view, and possibly some of the men, too. We aimed to please. A little something for everyone. Or a big something, in the case of a burly, buck-naked Dr. Ron.

  The next part was a little tricky and was a challenge during rehearsal. Elaine followed to help me as I went to the other end of the table, ditched my heels and climbed onto the padded surface in front of Patsy’s head.

  Elaine kept hold of my arm while I awkwardly crawled over Patsy. The table was wide enough for me to clear her on both sides, but just barely so. I almost fell off during rehearsal, which was why Elaine was helping me now.

  I made it into position without mishap, and settled myself into a straddle over Patsy’s lower back. I clasped my hands behind my head, arched my back and thrust out my breasts toward an avidly waiting, puffing Dr. Ron.

  His hands were on me in an instant, squeezing me hard. He leaned forward to suck on my hard nipples.

  During rehearsal, when Ron was shown this particular pairing that Elaine had dreamed up, he looked ready to get down to business right then and there. He’d been waiting for this moment, I knew.

  I stifled my flinches when he squeezed too hard, and groaned when he scraped his teeth over my sensitive nipples.

  Then once again, I looked out into the viewing rooms.

  The tone of the rooms had changed along with the tone of our scene. People were watching us with hooded eyes now, and more of them were t
ouching themselves and each other.

  I snuck a glance at Gibson. Our eyes met instantly. I shuddered at the intensity in his dark eyes. That man wanted me. There could be no doubt.

  I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Besides, there were other men in the crowd who wanted me. It was clear on their faces. And it was undeniably exciting, the way they looked at me.

  With Gibson, however, it was somehow different.

  Ron was really giving it to Patsy now, driving into her faster and faster. I could barely see the top of Elaine’s head behind one of Ron’s shoulders. I knew from rehearsal that she was running her long fingernails up and down Ron’s back, one of his special turn-ons, I was told.

  Ron reached a hand down under Patsy’s pussy and she let out a grateful moan. I lowered my arms and put a hand on Ron’s shoulder for balance, and slid my other hand under my panties to stroke my clitoris. I clamped down and focused on building to a release.

  Patsy was rapidly reaching her peak, and I struggled to catch up with her. We were supposed to come together, or at least as close together as we could manage.

  Ron reached out and grabbed me behind my neck, forcing me to look at him. He held my gaze and I stared into the desire I saw there. That was all I needed to see. My hips jolted and my pussy throbbed.

  He pulled me forward and kissed me hard, open mouthed, his tongue driving inside my mouth. This wasn’t in the script, but I couldn’t have cared less about any script at this point. I rubbed myself and feverishly returned Ron’s kiss.

  This was a man who had perfected the art of the kiss.

  Patsy began crying out her orgasm, and her twitches underneath me drove me higher until I was forced to pull back from Ron, panting for breath, clamping down inside, and finally cried out my own release.

  As Patsy and I fell down from the heights, Ron leaned in for one more quick kiss, a hard smooch on my lips. He gave Patsy’s ass a satisfied squeeze, then he was gone, sliding out of Patsy and turning to Elaine. He scooped Nurse Elaine up in his arms and strode off with her to his pretend office.

  From where I was, I could see well enough past the divider to watch him lay Elaine down on her back on the top of the desk, her ass hanging just a bit off one end. He stripped her panties off, spread her legs out wide, then drove inside her.

  He let out a loud growl of pure pleasure, and Elaine gasped. Then his hands closed over her big breasts and, quite simply, he proceeded to fuck the hell out of his wife.

  I thought, damned straight. Then I thought, how was I going to get off this table? Elaine had helped me down in rehearsal. Duh. Didn’t know what we’d been thinking.

  Patsy whispered behind me, her voice still breathy and strained. “Just go ahead and sit on me. You’re not too heavy.”

  I did what she said, and hoped she was okay under me, then I turned myself to the side so I could hop off the table. When I was safely on the floor, I leaned down next to her smiling face.

  I asked, “You okay?”

  She closed her eyes, “Better than okay.”

  I grinned and patted her head.

  She managed to crawl her way up onto the cushioned table where she collapsed on her stomach.

  I tried to make my way back to my post as unobtrusively as possible. I took four final cards from the easel, not yet revealing what they said, then sank down to the floor and leaned against one of the wooden legs.

  This was when I was supposed to look spent, worn out from all the action, ready to nod off. I made my best effort to do what the scene called for, but I was no actress. The truth was that I was still buzzing inside. The little orgasm I had managed up on the table wasn’t enough.

  Listening to Elaine’s cries of pleasure while Ron fucked her, I could only regret that I had declined Ron’s services when they were offered.

  When we were going over the script at the bar Wednesday night, I wasn’t sure how they would react when I said I wasn’t comfortable enough yet to have sex in front of so many people. I explained that everything else I would be doing was plenty of uncharted territory for one night.

  They assured me it was fine, that they wouldn’t want me doing anything that made me uncomfortable. It was a relief. When I decided that I could try masturbating, Elaine came up with her idea of me straddling Patsy.

  Now I was wishing I hadn’t split hairs about the sex. I mean, there wasn’t much difference between doing what I had done and doing what I could have done.

  I could have been feeling genuinely satisfied and exhausted, instead of being a crappy actress. The thought struck me as funny, and I fought to keep a grin off my face.

  Ron had terrific stamina, but he couldn’t last forever. The second time Elaine came, Ron bellowed out his own release and pounded into his wife one last time.

  A smattering of applause came from behind the windows, and I squelched down another outbreak of the grins.

  I snuck a peek out of the corner of one eye, to see if Patsy was up and moving. Sure enough, there she went, heading over to where Ron’s huge bulk was slumped over the petite Elaine. I wondered at how she could bear his weight, but she didn’t appear to be minding it in the least; her eyes were closed and a big, satisfied smile stretched across her face.

  Patsy ran a hand down Ron’s back. Dr. Ron grumbled. Patsy leaned down and pretended to say something to him.

  I held up one of the poster boards. It read, “Oh, Doctor. I forgot to mention ...”

  After a few beats, I dropped that board and revealed the next one. “I also need a Rectal Exam!”

  Ron pushed himself up on his elbows, a shocked look on his face, while Elaine and I both jerked awake, our eyes wide and our mouths shaped into surprised “O’s.”

  Elaine and I quickly shifted our expressions and turned our eyes to Dr. Ron, both of us sending him sultry smiles and expectant looks. Ron looked horrified, staring first at a pleased Patsy, then at both of his naughty nurses.

  He finally gave a big sigh and lowered his head in humorous acquiescence.

  I held up another poster. “More Overtime! Oh No!”

  I waited while the audience laughed, then raised the final card. “A Doctor’s Work Is Never Done. The End.”

  I dropped the last card and climbed to my feet, then joined my fellow players in the center of the room for a few bows, enjoying the clapping and cheers from our spectators. I heard one man yell out, to everyone’s delight, “Encore! Encore! We want to see the rectal exam!”

  We all laughed, and made another bow. No, there would be no encore.

  I looked into the rooms, feeling happy and a little embarrassed, though I couldn’t have said why. For once, I avoided eye contact with Gibson Reeves.

  And then we all gave one last bow before Elaine closed the curtains on our little performance.

  “All clear!” she said, flipping off the speaker and music buttons.

  We breathed big sighs of relief and congratulated one another. Ron gave us all bear hugs that threatened to snap our spines. We made our happy way into the dressing/recovery room for some much needed rest and liquid refreshment.

  In no time I was snuggled in my bathrobe and curled up in a big recliner with a bottle of cold water. Elaine, Patsy and Ron were also wrapped up in fuzzy bathrobes and snuggled together on the cushy sofa. Ron patted his lap and winked at me. I laughed, but shook my head. I was happy where I was, watching the three of them together.

  We weren’t given much time to recuperate before someone knocked on the door.

  Elaine jumped to her feet and clapped her hands. “Our fans!”

  She opened the door and five or six people rushed in, all of them smiling and ready to congratulate us on our fun and sexy show.

  I recognized some of them and greeted them from my chair, then hung back and listened to everyone discuss what a good time they’d had.

  It was a treat to see how happy Ron and Elaine were. Elaine had worked hard to pull off her present for Ron and I couldn’t have been more pleased that they were thrilled with th
e outcome.

  I slowly sipped my water, relaxed and enjoyed the brouhaha.

  Eventually, the “fans” left us alone again, telling us they’d wait in the club and that they had a big table reserved for everyone.

  Ron, Elaine and Patsy futzed around, cleaning up in the small attached bathroom, finding their clothes, and getting themselves back in order. It wasn’t until they were ready to go that they noticed I was still settled in my recliner.

  Elaine frowned at me. “Are you okay?”

  I smiled. “Yeah. I just need a little alone time, a few minutes, that’s all.”

  “Okay, honey,” she said. “Take all the time you need. We’ll be in the club whenever you’re ready to join us.”

  Ron came over, gave me a pat and a peck on the top of my head.

  Patsy smiled at me, then said, “I know we can leave our stuff in here until we’re ready to leave, but shouldn’t we clean up the big room or something?”

  Elaine snorted. “That’s what the trainee subs are for.”

  The three of them chuckled

  Elaine pulled herself upright, smoothed down her skirt that clung to her curvy hips. “Time to meet our public.”

  And with a farewell of dramatic waves, the three of them left the room sideways, arm-in-arm.

  I shook my head at their silliness and watched them go.

  Chapter 4

  The room fell blissfully quiet as soon as the door closed behind them. I leaned my head against the cushiony back of the recliner and closed my eyes.

  For the Hoytes and Patsy, this had just been another night of fun, something they had probably done many times before. But for me, this night was something new. I needed some time to process my feelings.

  What were my feelings, anyway?

  A jumble, that’s what they were. Happy, for one, because everything had gone well. Shy, for another, a little embarrassed to go talk to the people who had just watched what I did tonight. Throw in a dash of latent arousal, and the jumble was complete.

  Except for one thing ... I felt like I was wanting something. Something more. I should have accepted Ron’s offer to climb on his lap, to be held in his big strong arms, comforted, though I didn’t know why I should need comforting.