Doctor's Orders

by Deanna Ashford

  ‘So do you,’ she replied as her eyes fastened on the tempting bulge of his erection, encased in his snug-fitting jeans. Helen reached down to unbutton his flies and, as they opened, his silk-covered cock bulged provocatively through the slit.

  Helen jerked the tight jeans down his legs, being careful not to hurt his damaged ankle as she pulled them off. Duncan was left wearing a pair of black silk boxers, with a designer logo splashed across one leg, which had probably cost far more than the dress he’d ruined last night.

  ‘There’s not much left to take off,’ he said, eyeing her bra and panties.

  ‘You first,’ she insisted, pulling down the boxers, almost ripping them in her haste. She admired his hard, well-toned stomach, and his gorgeous cock, rearing out of its bed of jet-black curls. She found Duncan in all his naked glory far more stimulating than any other man – even Justin, with his bizarre body piercing and erotic leather harness.

  ‘Now lie back and relax,’ she softly commanded.

  Helen had planned this romantic interlude and prepared for it carefully before seeing Duncan today, hoping he would agree to come to her apartment. As he lay back on the bed, he was unaware of that, not knowing what erotic delights she had in store for him. Helen wanted it to be an experience Duncan wouldn’t easily forget.

  ‘This is far more comfortable than the bed in my suite,’ he said, settling himself on the soft mattress, eyeing her cautiously, suspecting she had something special in mind.

  ‘Then let me make you even more comfortable,’ Helen said, picking up one of the silk scarves she’d left ready, and looping it around his wrist, tying the end to the bedpost so that his arm was stretched tautly upwards. Duncan watched her intently, never saying a word, making no attempt to resist or protest as she moved round the bed and confined his right arm in a similar fashion. The air was electric with anticipation as she joined him on the bed.

  ‘Should I be scared?’ he teased. ‘Are you in one of your dominating moods again?’ he asked with a wry grin.

  ‘Wait and see,’ she said with a smile. ‘Do you know, Duncan, men’s armpits are so sexy.’ She kissed the cup of flesh covered with its sprinkling of dark hair, inhaling the musky masculine smell. ‘Deliciously inviting,’ she purred, rising to her knees and adjusting her bra. She eased her bosom from the cups, but left the garment in place – supported like this her breasts looked even larger and fuller.

  Duncan grinned seductively as she pressed her titties close to his face until her nipples were only a tantalising inch or so from his lips. She felt his warm breath on the sensitive peaks as he jerked his head forwards aiming to pull one of the tempting teats into his mouth.

  Just in time to prevent him reaching her, Helen pulled back. ‘Spoilsport,’ growled Duncan in frustration.

  ‘You’ll have all you want, eventually,’ she promised him, reaching across his prone body to pick up the nipple clamps.

  Helen pointedly played with her breasts, pulling and rubbing her nipples until they grew and hardened. Duncan watched and waited, clearly expecting her to attach the clamps to her own teats, an idea far from her thoughts. She leaned forwards again, allowing him to capture one pert little peak between his lips. Duncan enclosed it completely with the wet warmth of his mouth, stabbing at the teat with his tongue. Helen responded by gently rubbing his small flat nipples, pulling one away from his chest to swiftly imprison it in the neat little clamp.

  Duncan gave a soft moan of surprise, but continued to pull more of her breast into his mouth, sucking on it like a hungry child. Helen felt the invisible cord between her breasts and belly tighten, her pussy growing warm and pleasantly moist, while she tried to concentrate her attentions on attaching the other clamp.

  When she had managed to confine both Duncan’s nipples she pulled away from him. Duncan’s mouth tried desperately to follow her breasts, but he was brought short by his silken bonds. The sudden, sharp movement made the silver filigree flowers brush teasingly against his muscular chest. ‘Very pretty,’ he said as he glanced wryly down at the decorations. ‘But not really my style.’

  ‘You’ll get used to them,’ she promised. ‘The longer you wear them the more intense the sensations become.’

  ‘Is that so?’ Duncan relaxed back against the pillows as she ran her hands teasingly over his body. Gradually she slid them downwards, trailing her fingers around the root of his rigid penis. His balls tightened automatically, and his cock twitched excitedly as Helen circled the base of the shaft.

  Helen leaned forwards and blew softly on the stiff organ, watching a slight tremor pass across his stomach as she caressed the shaft with the warmth of her breath, making the tiny dewdrop on the domed head tremble.

  ‘Do you want me to put your cock into my mouth?’ she teased, sensing how desperate he was to feel her lips close around the pulsing head.

  ‘Please,’ Duncan groaned, out of his mind but reluctant to beg.

  His cock twitched again, ready and eager. Helen lapped the tiny dewdrop from the tip of the glans then drew the head fully into her mouth. Duncan strained against his bonds, jerking his hips, desperately trying to push more of the shaft between her lips. She sucked on his flesh, slowly and sensuously, until he moaned with pleasure, then drew back, forcing him to lift his hips and follow her. Duncan was left lying there, his body twisted and balanced on his right hip, his buttocks raised from the mattress.

  Helen savoured the musky saltiness of his flesh and the throbbing hardness of his cock as she felt the tip of it catch the back of her throat. She sucked harder, drawing his pleasure upwards, while she reached out and hit him hard across the buttocks with the flat of her hand, feeling Duncan tense in surprise.

  ‘Hell, that stung,’ he grunted.

  Helen hit him again, and the large cracking sound of the slap was an amazingly satisfying sound. Two more strokes, then she let his cock slip smoothly from her mouth as she pushed him back down on to the bed, hearing his loud grunt of frustration.

  ‘Some people enjoy being spanked,’ she said with a smile, as she picked up a small wood-backed hairbrush.

  ‘With that?’ He gave a soft chuckle. ‘It’s too small to even hurt.’

  ‘You’d be surprised.’ Her words were followed by a faint gasp of surprise, as she hit him gently across his inner thigh with the brush side of the implement. ‘More?’ she asked teasingly, as she tapped the soft bristles over his pubic area.

  ‘What have I done to deserve this?’ he asked, as she applied the bristles in a hard regular motion around the base of his dick. ‘I never said I was into S and M,’ he added, half-jokingly.

  ‘This isn’t a punishment,’ she said softly, running the bristles up and down the side of his shaft, sharply teasing the tender flesh. ‘It’s designed to give you pleasure.’

  ‘You’re inventive, I’ll give you that,’ he grunted, tensing as she lightly ran the bristles across the sensitive tip of his cock head.

  ‘Do you want me to stop?’

  ‘Yes,’ he growled. ‘No,’ he added, his body trembling at the continuing onslaught, clearly turned on by the tickling, scraping sensations of bliss. ‘Just let me fuck you, Helen.’

  ‘All in good time,’ she promised. ‘Let’s play a little more first.’

  ‘You’re doing the playing, not me,’ he said with a harsh laugh, then winced as she continued the erotic assault on his sexual organs, running the brush head up his penis again, then over the soft sac of his balls. ‘And you’re a prick teaser, Helen.’

  ‘Very funny,’ she conceded, smiling wryly. ‘Now in order to continue our game you have to be properly confined.’

  ‘Is that so?’ he said, as she reached down and wrapped a silk scarf around his damaged ankle, being extra careful not to hurt him as she tied the scarf to one end post of the bed. Helen confined his other ankle, tying it to the opposite bedpost, so that his legs were held wide apart. Duncan looked so deliciously vulnerable Helen could hardly wait to begin. ‘So what do these games consist of?’ he
asked.

  ‘Patience is everything.’ Helen kneeled astride his hips and removed her bra, trailing it over his chest before tossing it aside. Her panties were next, and she undid the bows at the sides, stretching the lace taut so that it slipped between her pussy lips. Duncan’s eyes fastened on her sex as she stimulated herself with the strip of red lace, wetting it with her juices, before casually discarding it.

  She leaned forwards to pull gently at the nipple clamps until he gave a soft groan. ‘Do they feel tighter now?’

  ‘Infinitely,’ he said, through gritted teeth.

  Helen lowered her body until she was poised tantalisingly close, only inches above his quivering cock-head. Duncan strained at his bonds, desperate to thrust his way inside her, and the tip of his glans brushed the entrance to her sex. Helen moved teasingly lower allowing his cock to slide partially into the smooth wet interior of her sex. He moaned with delight as he experienced the soft embrace of her flesh. ‘Deeper,’ he pleaded.

  ‘Not yet,’ Helen said, lifting herself away from him, ignoring his gasp of frustration then crouching between his open thighs. She had been tempted to let him fuck her there and then, but before she was filled with his hot hardness, she wanted to drive him insane with need. She intended to take his pleasure to a higher plane before she allowed him to reach total fulfilment.

  She reached for the slim gold-plated vibrator she’d left tucked beneath the corner of the bedcover. It was small, designed for a ladies handbag, and quite perfect for what she had in mind. She laid it between his thighs and Duncan lifted his head, attempting to see what she was doing as she picked up the tube of lubricant. She felt him wince slightly, knowing the jelly felt cold to the touch as she smoothed it over the base of his penis and the sensitive skin of his perineum. She slid her fingers downwards, slipping them teasingly between the cheeks of his firm buttocks. Judging by the way Duncan instinctively flinched, Helen assumed that he’d never allowed this part of his body to be penetrated before. His flesh here was innocent of the joy such pleasures could bring.

  Delicately she slid the tip of one finger into his arsehole, spreading the icy lubricant around the tight opening until it gradually started to relax and the tenseness melted away from Duncan’s limbs. Then she turned on the vibrator.

  ‘What are you going to do with that?’ he asked anxiously, his muscles tightening in nervous anticipation.

  ‘Nothing you won’t like,’ Helen promised as she applied the tip of the vibrator to his penis, running it up and down the swollen shaft.

  She slid it lower, letting it rest on the sensitive strip of skin between the base of his penis and his anus, concentrating on the acutely sensitive area until his body trembled with delight. When Duncan appeared to be ready and sufficiently relaxed, she pressed the tip of the instrument to the opening of his anus.

  ‘No,’ Duncan exclaimed nervously, as the vibrator buzzed relentlessly against the tight ring of muscle.

  ‘Yes,’ she insisted. ‘Trust me,’ she added, easing the rounded tip inside the tense rim. It tightened reflexively, but Helen persisted, holding it there until the constant vibrations forced the taut muscles to gradually relax. ‘You’ll be amazed at what a turn on it can be for a man,’ she insisted, as she managed to breach the opening.

  She pressed harder, forcing his virginal flesh to unlock and expand. Once past the initial barrier it became easier to thrust it deeper and deeper. As she penetrated a part of his body that had never been invaded before, Duncan gave an unwilling groan. Yet, judging by the way his belly and limbs trembled, he was enjoying this singular pleasure far more than he cared to admit.

  She moved the vibrator, gently sliding it in and out of Duncan’s anus until he was driven wild with excitement, his limbs moving restlessly as he reached the exquisite plateau where pleasure and pain intertwined. Helen lodged it neatly inside him, turned on by the sight of his bulging arsehole, distended by the buzzing gold dildo. Now she could hold back no longer. Her pussy was so hot, so wet, that it had to be filled by his hard male flesh.

  Swiftly she straddled his hips, took hold of his cock, and guided it between the lips of her sex. She savoured the pleasure as it slid smoothly into her, while she heard Duncan give a loud gasp of relief. Shafting herself the last short distance, she ground her open pussy against his pelvis.

  Helen felt her stomach tighten, and her sex contract around his smooth hardness. The twisted expression on Duncan’s face told her that that he was periliously close to climax. She started to move, pulling up, thrusting downwards, the feelings of pleasure so irresistibly compelling that they forced her to move faster and faster. She fucked him in a smooth, unrelenting rhythm as Duncan strained beneath her, confined and helpless, his hands balled up in tight fists. She was certain that she could even detect the buzzing sensation in his arsehole, the vibrations travelling through his veins and nerve-endings until they passed into her.

  The bliss gained strength, moving like liquid fire through her body and into Duncan consuming everything in its path. As the orgasmic waves swept over her they culminated in a sweetly perfect moment of pleasure, so profoundly intense that she didn’t even hear herself cry out.

  Helen and Duncan spent the rest of the afternoon and evening in her apartment. He would have stayed the night but she had promised Colin she would have Duncan back in his room by 11 p.m. at the latest – after all he was still a patient at the hospital.

  ‘You’ll have to get into the wheelchair soon,’ Helen told Duncan. ‘As soon as we enter the hospital building. It’s official policy.’

  ‘Why?’ he asked. Duncan was pushing the chair himself, walking with a barely perceptible limp as they moved across the courtyard towards the main building.

  ‘It’s because of the hospital’s insurance policy,’ she said.

  ‘I suppose I could do with the rest –’ Duncan grinned cheekily ‘– after what you put me through this evening.’

  ‘You enjoyed every minute.’ Helen stopped and stared at him. ‘Didn’t you?’

  ‘Surprisingly, I did.’ He gave a soft chuckle. ‘In the past I’ve always had a thing about anyone touching my arse. Never liked the idea of it before.’

  ‘A trace of homophobia, perhaps?’

  ‘Maybe,’ he agreed. ‘Frankly I never realised what a turn-on it could be.’

  Duncan glanced across the courtyard as they heard the sound of a car engine approaching. Headlights came into view, as it turned the corner, moved slowly forwards and parked close to the rear entrance of the building. The security lights flickered on immediately, and they saw it was a large black limousine with dark tinted windows.

  ‘Do you think your mystery patient might be leaving?’ Duncan asked. At present they were out of the sight of the driver, hidden by a people carrier left in the courtyard.

  ‘Not yet, surely. It’s way too soon after major surgery.’ The thought struck her that if someone could afford to pay for all the secrecy, they could also easily arrange private nurses and physicians in order to leave the hospital extra quickly. But if this was the patient leaving then she might never learn who he was.

  She saw the door of the limousine open and the driver, wearing a smart pale-grey chauffeur’s uniform, stepped out. He pulled open one of the rear doors with a flourish and the first passenger exited the vehicle. The man was dressed in flowing white Arab robes, with a chequered head-dress wrapped around his lower face, and sunglasses covering his eyes, even though it was night. A second passenger joined him, and he was obviously the more important of the two. He also wore Arab robes but these were fuller and trimmed with gold, while his face was similarly concealed by dark glasses and a head-dress.

  ‘This gets more interesting by the moment,’ Duncan whispered as they watched the two new arrivals enter the hospital. ‘Let’s follow them and see if the go to the annex,’ he added, as the chauffeur followed the two men, struggling with a pair of heavy suitcases.

  ‘We’ll be rather obvious won’t we?’ Helen pointed out.
‘Me pushing you in a wheelchair.’

  She wanted to follow them too, but she couldn’t desert Duncan. He was still a patient and her responsibility.

  ‘Leave the bloody wheelchair,’ Duncan hissed, then started to creep forwards stealthily, as if he was in one of his action movies. He could move even quicker than Helen had expected and before she could stop him he was halfway to the entrance door.

  ‘Damn,’ she muttered. Not wanting to leave the wheelchair in the middle of the courtyard, she went to follow Duncan, trying to be as quiet as possible as she pulled the wheelchair with her. She struggled through the double doors, scraping her shins, and banging the wheelchair loudly against one of the doors in her haste.

  She spotted Duncan immediately, walking back up the corridor towards her, limping a shade more obviously than he had a moment ago. ‘They went up in the lift, just around the corner ahead,’ he said. ‘I still find the layout of this place confusing. Does that lift lead to the annex?’

  ‘Yes,’ she confirmed, thinking it fruitless to point out that he shouldn’t be doing any of this with his ankle still strapped up.

  ‘We could follow them,’ he suggested.

  ‘I think that a high profile patient creeping around the place like an SAS commando in the middle of the night might be rather obvious. It may happen in movies but not in real life.’

  He grinned, looking rather like an overgrown schoolboy, but still immensely appealing. ‘I’ve always hoped that one day fiction might become fact. Where do we go from here then, boss?’

  ‘We go to reception. They hold a list there of all patients due to be admitted. If those guys weren’t on it then we can presume they are part of Ben and Ralph’s little game,’ she said, wondering if Ralph had actually gone back to New York. She could perhaps try contacting him tomorrow, if she could think up a reasonable excuse for doing so. But if Ralph did turn out to be in New York, who would be operating on this new arrival? Like Alice in Wonderland this was getting curiouser and curiouser. ‘Now get into the wheelchair, Duncan.’