Once Addison was finished, she came over to my side, then eased herself down onto her knees beside my chair. She spread her knees wide, tilted her chin down and placed her hands on her thighs, palms up.
“Very nice, precious. And thank you for cleaning up.”
“It was my pleasure, Mr. Snowden.”
Wanting to touch her, I placed my hand on her head, not at all disappointed when she shifted and placed her cheek against my knee.
“Why don’t we move this to the living room,” I stated, not wanting her to kneel on the tile for too long.
Addison politely waited for me to assist her to her feet. I then steered her toward the sofa with my hand on her back. Her skin was warm and so damn soft. I had the overwhelming urge to lay her down and lick my way over her entire body. She did something to me, made me want things I hadn’t thought about in a really long time.
Not only did I want to dominate her, to tie her up, to make her beg and plead for what she needed, I also wanted to take care of her, to make love to her, to spend hours learning every sigh, every moan.
I was getting in over my head, I knew, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. It felt as though I’d been waiting an eternity for this woman.
And here she was.
“Kneel,” I instructed when I took a seat on the sofa. I wanted her at my feet, wanted her head on my knee. There was something incredibly soothing about having a submissive at my feet. It was something I’d longed to have solely for myself for so long now.
Addison gracefully went to her knees on the rug, this time moving close to me with her cheek once again on my knee. I ran my fingers through her hair while we sat quietly for a short time. The silence wasn’t awkward and I didn’t feel compelled to fill it, either. It was very similar to the times I spent with Mr. Parker, both of us reading or working. We could sit for hours and the silence was always comfortable. Simply knowing he was there was what made it worth it.
The same went for Addison.
I merely enjoyed being with her.
“What time do you have to be at work?” I asked, hating that this night had to end.
“Nine,” she replied, sounding just as disappointed.
“I’d like you to stay like that for a little while longer, then I guess you should probably get ready.”
And just like that, my perfect evening was coming to an end.
Twenty-Six
ADDISON
ON WEDNESDAY EVENING, WHEN I arrived home from work, I found a wrapped gift sitting on my kitchen island. The second my eyes took in the brilliant red paper and the giant white bow, my belly took a nosedive to my feet and I started giggling like a schoolgirl.
Attached to the gift was a card. I quickly opened it.
Precious,
It would seem that your services are needed at the hospital. Inside the box, you’ll find your new uniform. Once you’ve put it on, please come to Mr. Parker’s playroom (a.k.a. the hospital) so you can perform your duties as the naughty nurse.
Once again, I felt that giddy feeling erupt in my belly. The thought of more role playing with Mr. Snowden and Mr. Parker was just what…well, it was just what the doctor ordered.
I laughed out loud at my own joke as I ripped into the box to find what was quite possibly the sexiest nurse’s uniform I’d ever seen. It was white and there really wasn’t much to it, but I was excited about the prospect of wearing it.
Grabbing the few items, I hurried to the bathroom, stripped out of my office attire, and donned the naughty nurse outfit. Since Mr. Snowden hadn’t supplied shoes, I grabbed a pair from my closet. They were high-heeled and definitely not anything a real nurse would wear if she had to be on her feet all day.
After brushing my hair and pulling it back into a ponytail, I brushed my teeth and touched up my makeup before heading over to Mr. Parker’s.
I was no longer shy about walking into his apartment without knocking. Since I spent plenty of evenings having dinner with them there, it had become routine.
When I stepped inside, my belly fluttered with excitement. And when I walked into the playroom, I was practically buzzing with excitement.
Mr. Parker was standing near a short counter with a clipboard in his hand.
“Oh, good. I’m glad you could make it,” he said to me. “I’m going to need you to take the patient’s vitals while I take care of another patient down the hall.”
I briefly wondered if there really was another patient. Then I figured that was silly. Where would they be?
“Of course, Dr. Parker,” I said politely, taking the clipboard when he handed it to me.
I started for the curtained-off room, but Mr. Parker pulled me up short when he cleared his throat.
“You might need this,” he said when I glanced back at him.
He was holding out a stethoscope and a blood pressure cuff.
Okay, so he was serious about the vitals then. I didn’t bother to tell him I had no idea how to use either. Instead, I took them from his hand and smiled again.
When I pulled back the curtain, I found Mr. Snowden lying on a table wearing only his slacks. My eyes instantly roamed his chest, his abs, his arms. He truly was one of the sexiest men I’d ever laid eyes on.
I glanced down at the clipboard. Since the paper had nothing written on it, it didn’t do me much good.
“Good evening, Mr. Snowden,” I greeted as I placed the blood pressure cuff, the clipboard, and the stethoscope on the small metal tray standing beside the bed. “How’re you feeling?”
“I’ve been better,” he said, his eyes locked on me.
I wasn’t sure exactly how this was supposed to play out, but I suspected I was going to get to do something deliciously indecent to our fake patient.
“And what seems to be the problem?” I asked as I picked up the blood pressure cuff and placed it around his bicep.
“I don’t know. Just not feeling right.”
Not sure what I was doing and fearful I was going to hurt him, I only pumped the cuff a few times, causing it to expand. I then put the rubber tipped ends of the stethoscope in my ears and proceeded to listen for his heartbeat. I heard nothing and part of me was grateful for nurses. I was doing a horrible imitation of one, and I couldn’t even imagine all the stuff they had to learn to be effective.
Once I was finished pretending to get his blood pressure, I removed the blood pressure cuff but kept the stethoscope in my ears. I took the listening end and placed it on Mr. Snowden’s belly. His eyes never left my face.
“Does something specific hurt?” I asked.
“It does now,” he said, a gleam in his eyes that spoke of wicked, dirty things.
Again, I had no earthly idea what I was doing, but I figured I could bide some time until Mr. Parker returned.
I knew I shouldn’t ask, but I did anyway. “And what is bothering you now?”
Before he could answer, Mr. Parker appeared, pulling the curtain back. He held one of those thermometers that runs across the forehead in his hands. He glanced at me, a peculiar look in his eyes. As though he was trying to figure out what I was doing with the stethoscope.
I grinned and pulled it out of my ears. “Sorry, Doctor.”
“Please take his temperature, nurse.” He passed over the thermometer.
I prayed he wasn’t really wanting me to do it accurately because I’d never used one of those things before. Still, I glanced at it, punched a button, then ran it over Mr. Snowden’s forehead. It came back with a reading of ninety-eight point six. Sounded healthy to me.
“Mr. Snowden has been complaining of some discomfort in his groin area.”
Well, didn’t that figure?
I fought the urge to giggle, keeping my position on the opposite side of the bed from Mr. Parker.
“I’m going to do an exam to see if I can locate the pain.”
I nodded, unsure what he wanted me to do.
“Nurse, please unbutton his pants and pull them down to his hips.”
Heat infused my face, but I managed to follow his instructions. This obviously freed Mr. Snowden’s massive erection, but the three of us stood there pretending not to notice it.
Okay, fine. I didn’t pretend. I was staring like I’d never seen a cock in my life.
Mr. Parker took the stethoscope and placed it in his ears, then proceeded to move the end around Mr. Snowden’s belly. He seemed to be listening, working his way around until Mr. Snowden’s cock got in his way.
“Please hold his shaft, nurse,” he instructed.
Wrapping my hand around him, I held his cock straight up so that it didn’t get in Mr. Parker’s way.
“Hmm.” Mr. Parker said, his eyes traveling up to Mr. Snowden’s face. “If it’s all right with you, I think I’m going to need to do a more thorough exam.”
“Fine with me,” Mr. Snowden answered, his eyes still on me. “As long as the pretty nurse is here to help, you can do whatever you want to me.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that,” Mr. Parker replied.
And I knew right then that the fun part was about to begin.
Twenty-Seven
JUSTIN
I HADN’T BEEN PREPARED TO see Addison wearing the nurse’s uniform that Ben had selected for her. In fact, I’d been so not prepared I’d almost forgotten what it was we were doing here.
Thankfully, she’d come in fully prepared for the scene, something I hadn’t expected. Although we’ve role played several times, I’d never explained to her quite what I expected. I wasn’t even sure it was necessary considering how easily she seemed to fall into her roles.
“Nurse, I’m going to need you to remove our patient’s pants and underwear.”
Addison dutifully removed his clothes. I noticed the way she caressed his legs. I wasn’t sure if that was part of her role or merely because she enjoyed touching him. Either way, Ben appeared to be enjoying it immensely.
“Mr. Snowden, let me know if you feel any discomfort.” I began gently pressing against his abdomen, making sure I brushed his cock as often as possible. “Any pain?”
“No, Doctor.”
Playing my part, I continued to press on him, making my way up to his chest, his neck, his jaw. When it was obvious I was nowhere in the vicinity of where his “pain” might be, I decided I’d try something different.
Standing by his head, I asked him to raise his arms. When he did, I positioned them so that they were relaxed, his hands dangling down toward the floor, elbows out toward me.
“Nurse, I’m going to need your assistance.”
“Of course, Dr. Parker.” She smiled enthusiastically.
“Please move so that you’re standing between Mr. Snowden’s legs.”
She positioned her body between his knees, her gaze dropping to his cock every so often.
Placing my hands on Ben’s biceps, I kept his arms restrained somewhat. It had nothing to do with the examination, I merely wanted to give him something for being such a good patient.
“Because I need him to focus on the location of his pain, I’d like you to place your hands on his thighs, then slowly work your way upward.”
She placed her palms flat on his thighs and slowly inched them higher.
“Yes, just like that. Now move higher.”
It appeared Addison knew what I was aiming for, because she slowly worked her way inward until her hands were framing Ben’s cock.
“Now, I want you to massage his balls with your thumbs. Gently.” I glanced down at my patient. “Mr. Snowden, let me know if you feel any discomfort.”
He grunted, his cock bobbing eagerly between his legs. I was going to push him to his limit tonight. As it was, the three of us were on the verge of snapping, the sexual tension so great I was surprised it hadn’t consumed us yet.
Still, I had no intention of giving in tonight.
Not yet.
I wasn’t quite sure what I was waiting for, but when the time was right, I would know. At least, I hoped that was the case and I wasn’t simply pushing us past our comfort zone for no reason.
“Right there,” Ben groaned when Addison’s fingers curled around his shaft.
“Discomfort?”
“Yes.”
“Nurse, please see if you can massage him.”
She began gently stroking his cock. Up, down, slow and steady. Her eyes danced between Ben’s face and the rock-hard erection between her palms.
“Any better, Mr. Snowden?”
“A little.” The way he grunted belied his answer, which made me smile.
He might not be in pain, but he was certainly feeling something.
“Stroke him a little harder, nurse.”
Addison followed my instruction, working him up faster than before.
Not wanting to leave the little rebel out, I decided I would give her some attention.
“Mr. Snowden, keep your arms just like that, please.” I then moved to the other end of the bed, standing directly behind Addison.
When I pressed up against her back, she swayed slightly, but she didn’t stop stroking Ben.
“You’re doing a good job, nurse,” I told her, practically wrapping myself around her as I placed my hands over hers on Ben’s cock.
I guided her up and down a few times, then allowed my arms to fall to her sides before sliding over her hips.
She moaned softly when I made a northbound trek, allowing my fingers to slip beneath the short skirt she wore.
“Nurse?” I leaned down, my mouth close to her ear. “Is it appropriate for you to not be wearing panties while taking care of a patient?”
“No, Dr. Parker,” she said breathlessly.
I slipped my hands around her front, cupping her pussy and allowing my middle finger to slide through her slick slit. She was so wet I wouldn’t be surprised if I found a puddle on the floor.
“Any discomfort, Mr. Snowden?”
“Only a little,” he said, sounding seriously pained.
“What can we do to help that?” I asked him as I continued to fondle her clit.
“I was thinking maybe the nurse could…” He groaned when she ran her thumb over his glistening tip. “Maybe she could kiss it.”
“I think that’s a good idea. No reason not to try.”
I leaned in so that my mouth was right by Addison’s ear.
“It’s important we take care of our patient, but it’s also important that I take care of you. As long as you can be a good girl, I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
“I can, Dr. Parker,” she whispered, turning her face so that her cheek brushed mine. “I can be a good girl.”
Fucking hell.
I’d played this doctor role plenty of times, but I wasn’t sure I’d ever been as tempted as I was right then. I wanted to bend Addison over this table and drive my cock deep inside her. I wanted to fuck her until neither of us knew our names while my sexy patient watched.
Knowing that wasn’t an option, I settled on pleasing her with my fingers.
“Kiss his cock, nurse,” I instructed. “And let me slip my fingers inside your pussy.”
She moaned but leaned in and brushed her lips against Ben’s cock.
“Lick him.”
She did and I pushed one finger inside her.
“Suck him.”
When she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, I pushed another finger inside her.
“Dr. Parker,” she cried out, pressing against my hands. “Please, Dr. Parker.”
“What do you need, nurse?”
“More,” she whimpered. “Please give me more.”
Knowing my control was thin, I paused and met Ben’s eyes. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for. Permission, maybe.
The second our eyes met, it no longer mattered, because what I saw looking back at me was raw, unadulterated need.
And I knew right then, I was pretty damn close to breaking us all.
*
BEN
IN ALL THE YEARS I’D known Mr. Parker, I wasn’
t sure I’d ever seen him this close to the breaking point.
I knew when he set this up that he hadn’t intended to do anything more than what we’d been doing for the past two weeks. For whatever reason, he’d limited our playtime to touching and tasting and nothing more.
He saved the indulgence for the nights when I was in his bed. He would fuck me, sometimes hard and fast, other times slow and easy. But he used me night after night and I knew without a doubt that he was trying to sate that ever-growing urge. The one that could only be satisfied by sinking deep inside Addison, feeling her body gripping him, milking him until he came.
The instant his eyes met mine over her shoulder, I knew he was so close.
Strangely enough, I wanted to watch as he took her, wanted to see her face when he filled her for the very first time.
Reaching down, I took matters into my own hands. I lowered the table a few inches while Addison continued to lick my cock, her hands gliding over me. She was going through the motions, but I knew she was distracted by what Mr. Parker was doing with his hands.
“Nurse, I think it’ll work better if you get on the bed with the patient,” Mr. Parker said, his voice gruff.
“Of course, Doctor.”
With her eyes locked on my face, Addison crawled up over me, her knees straddling my thighs. It was so fucking tempting to lift her up and lower her on my cock but I knew I wouldn’t. Not when I knew what Mr. Parker needed. He needed her, probably as much as I did, but he continued to hold himself back.
Tonight, I was going to refuse to let him.
Addison surprised me when she worked the buttons free on the tiny shirt that barely covered her breasts. And when she leaned down and brushed her tits over my thighs, I hissed in a breath.
Realizing the bed was still too high for Mr. Parker to remain standing, I hit the button again until Addison’s ass was at his hip level. This time, when our eyes met, I willed him to see my desire. I wanted to watch this. I wanted it more than I wanted her decadent little mouth on my cock.
I heard the sound of foil and I realized Mr. Parker had produced a condom. I knew he wouldn’t go without one until the three of us had agreed, which meant test results had to be produced. He was nothing if not cautious and always proactive in protecting himself and his partners.
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