Darling Doc

by Raven McAllan

  Grief, it was good.

  “You look like death warmed up,” he proclaimed in a sepulchral voice. “Doctor prescribes you go home have a long soak in a bath, put your jammies on, and sleep eight hours, no interruptions. What on earth have you been up to?”

  I swallowed my mouthful of oats and honey. “Trying to cram too much into the few spare hours we get.” Well, I couldn’t say rampant sex, but not enough, now could I? “I’m off before someone finds something for me to do.” I sketched a wave and went out to my car the back way.

  ****

  I hate unpacking shopping, but I knew better than to leave it and make coffee or check my answer machine, or more important than anything, sit down. If I did the shopping would stay where it was—in eight bags and insulated carriers—for goodness knows how long. So I opened the fridge and stashed the perishables, the freezer for what few bits of frozen food I had room for, cupboards to add tins and bottles, and finally filled the kettle and switched it on. Only then did I glance through the mail, and notice the answering machine light was flashing.

  What took precedence?

  Seriously, first world problems.

  I decided on the answering machine. I doubted there would be a message from Alistair. I hadn’t given him my number for here, or I realized—with duh for fuck’s sake what am I like—my mobile number.

  However as I pressed play I understood I’d underestimated him.

  “Darling doc, I’ve just spent the day playing angels and demons, and luckily the demons won to fight another day. The downside, my pet, is tomorrow I’ll spend my day neck deep in your local river. Never fear, a demon—well, this demon—will survive. Then oh glorious joy, I have a half day, and next week, why next week, so far I’m not needed. Can we run away together? Or at least hole up somewhere for the afternoon? I miss you already.” He rattled off a number for his mobile, and ended with, “Love, all ways and always.”

  I burst into tears. Me, who was up until then the most unsentimental person I knew. I had to be or half my job would send me crazy. I might cry at puppies in TV adverts or over sloppy films, but not about real life. Well let’s face it, I never ever thought, at what people called the wrong side of forty I’d want to find love, let alone see it find me and me grab at it with both hands and my fanny.

  The afternoon was out. We had a mum and baby clinic, and Andy would be knee deep in weighing babies and dodging wee. The boys were great at waiting until they were naked and trying to soak the doc. Meanwhile I’d give jabs and wipe up tears. The adults, not the kids. They seemed to take it in their stride.

  But next week. I was off. My mind went into overdrive. A week of uninterrupted sex sounded great. And kink? Oh yes please. The problem was where? I’d intended to get right away and go to my underused and really I ought to sell it cottage, in Devon. It was an indulgence, an extravagance, but one I couldn’t bear to part with. Would Alistair be prepared to come with me?

  Well there was only one way to find out. Send him a text.

  I hesitated what to put. Could I really not ring him? I decided no, in case he was still at work. A cop out maybe, but hey, we’re all allowed the odd one or two.

  I did the quick message before I changed my mind, explaining my rota, and detailing my week off with an invitation to him to join me, and was gratified when within 30 seconds I got a reply. Bummer re the afternoon. Yes, how, where, when re the rest. Will call when I can and hope you’re in.

  That of course got me wondering again. Did he mean call as in drop by, or as in phone? Honestly, the English language was as clear as mud sometimes.

  Chapter Five

  Well, I still have no idea what Alistair meant. His message was two days ago. We’d finished the baby clinic with Andy only getting soaked twice and only one dad, dad mind you, not mum, threatening to thump me if I hurt his baby girl. I was busy explaining how important an inoculation was to the baby when his wife wiped her eyes and cleared her throat.

  “He means me.”

  So that was the first I knew the Potters were into kink.

  “Daddy looks after me,” Mrs. Potter said in a soft voice. “He thought you’d upset me.”

  “Sorry,” Desmond Potter apologized. “She’s sensitive, is my baby. It’s my place to make things right for her.”

  Fair enough, but, however upset either of them were, a query as to what was wrong would have been a better beginning to the conversation. Did they think I wouldn’t understand? Perhaps. Let’s face it, after all as the local doctor, I couldn’t really shout my preferences from the rooftops.

  Ah well. I accepted his apology, and made a mental note to make sure someone else did the next round of jabs to young Miss Potter. I might forget how I prefer to sub, and swap roles to bop the bloke one otherwise. That would get me struck off.

  The rest of the day was somewhat less stressful, and I got away not too late to drive home and sit next to the Aga for an hour with a glass of wine. During the summer, I’d go into the garden. Until the sun went and the midges came.

  Bloody things. Not only did they hone in on the one square inch you forgot to smother in repellent, they liked to drown in wine as well. At least now I could enjoy the sav blanc without one hand over the top of the glass, and know I wasn’t likely to get the map of Scotland on my tummy in bites.

  You know the sort of evening when you couldn’t rest? That was it. Alistair hadn’t rung, and he’d said it was his afternoon off. I wasn’t sure whether to be worried or pissed off. In the end I spoke to Sandie to say I was at home and not going anywhere, put her off coming ‘round for a dissing her bloke session, and settled for a bit of both pissed and worried. Then, disgruntled and out of sorts, I ate far too much chocolate cake, and dozed off in the chair.

  A hammering from somewhere woke me with a start. I stood up. My leg had gone to sleep, and I swore as I yawned and squinted at the clock. I’d only been asleep half an hour.

  The hammering was someone thumping on the door. It sounded like an emergency. Even though we don’t do on call, no doctor worth his or her Hippocratic oath would ignore an emergency.

  I opened the door and swayed.

  “Are you okay?” Alistair demanded. “I’ve been hammering for a good ten minutes. I was about to try and break in.”

  “Eh? Why?” Come on, brain, work.

  “I called at the surgery. The receptionist, Sandie is it, said you were at home. I wanted to see you.”

  So, good news and bad news. Good he wanted to see me, bad that Sandie would interrogate me tomorrow. No one could beat her at extracting information from an unwilling suspect. I had been known to use her to help me get to the bottom of domestic violence and boils on a bum. I just didn’t appreciate it when she turned her tactics on me.

  I stood back to let him in, somewhat amazed at my irregular heartbeat. Would it be wrong to dash into the loo and do a happy clappy dance?

  “I’m gl—ooompft.” I didn’t get to finish what I was about to say, before he gave me a tongue twizzling lip lock that took my breath away, made me go weak at the knees, do that leaking tap act with my pussy, and grab his bum. For stabilization, honest.

  And if you believe that, pigs can fly, and I have a proper old bridge to sell you.

  You get the gist.

  I now know what the books mean when they say their heroine melted. I sort of dissolved into a heap of tingling senses and prickling skin. His scent was all around. I kissed him back, oh boy did I, and was half aware that he groaned into my mouth.

  He tightened his hands on my ass, and then good lord he lifted me up all Rhett Butler-ish.

  “S’okay?”

  I think that was what he muttered. I nodded and decided his neck was the perfect place to nibble as he walked sideways down the corridor to the bedroom.

  Where I had remembered to make the bed, but fuck it to hell, hadn’t had time to do all the defuzz and groom I’d intended and left the wax on the dressing table. Not heating fortunately, but still in full view.

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p; Ah well the road to hell is paved with good intentions or so they say, and at least half my legs and my bikini line were tidy.

  If Alistair noticed it he was enough of a gentleman not to comment. He plonked me on my feet and smiled as he undid the top button on my blouse.

  “Like unwrapping a special present an inch at a time.” Each tiny part of skin he uncovered he kissed. By the time he slipped the thing from my shoulders and unclasped my bra—one handed—I had to hold on to his shoulder for balance.

  “Did you buy what I asked you to, pet?”

  I sort of waved my hand in the direction of the bathroom. I should have known better. He’d called me “pet”. If I hadn’t argued surely that meant I was happy with that? And so it follows on I’m ready to play?

  The short, hard, and yes, bloody stinging slap on my ass made me jump.

  “Are you my pet or not?”

  Oh lord, he sounded pissed.

  “Yes, yes, Sir.”

  “Then act like it. I’ll ask you again. Did you get what I requested, pet?”

  “Yes, Sir. In the bathroom.”

  “Much better. Go and get the sponge, dry not wet, and the toothbrush.”

  I had no idea what he wanted them for, but hey, he was my Sir—oh how bloody fantastic that sounded—and I was happy to do as he wanted.

  I was back in a few seconds and handed them over.

  Alistair turned the sponge over and over in is hands. “We’ve rushed this. We’ve not even sorted out your limits. That’s not good. Maybe we’ll do that now and play later.”

  Not if I had my way. I yearned to become His.

  “Sir, for the basics, red is fire, whips, and chains. Breath play and cupping. Yellow is wax. Green is spanking, blindfold, and limited bondage.”

  He grinned and kissed my nose. “Then we’ll work within those parameters for now. A nice spanking and sensation play I think.”

  I gasped. Oh my, yes.

  “Color,” he snapped out.

  “Green, Sir, and yes, please, Sir.”

  Alistair stroked my back. “I think you need to strip. Then let me see, I reckon, you can bend over the arm of the settee. Will you be warm enough?”

  I thought I’d better not say he could warm me up. Not yet. After all, the room was cozy. The Aga was doing its job, and the heating hadn’t gone off.

  I swear I’ve never stripped so fast in my life. Even the way he never took his eyes off me didn’t slow me down. I’ve never been bothered about getting naked. It never freaked me out. Naked body are all variations on a theme. This time though I did wish I was able to suck my tummy in. And defuzz my pussy.

  I folded my clothes—somehow it seemed to be the right thing to do—and got settled over the nice, thick rounded chair arm. At least like this my fuzzy pussy and flabby tummy were nicely out of sight.

  “I’m going to blindfold you, pet. Are you happy with that?”

  Well duh. “Yes, Sir.” He was as good as his word.

  You know it’s weird not being able to see, when it’s not on your own volition? I mean if you close your eyes, you open them when you want to. Like this I felt helpless. For once it wasn’t a negative experience. It was one of love and want and comfort and well, proper submission.

  It was really now I knew. I’d found the love of my life. The one I wanted above all others. Sudden, abrupt, and no doubt a lot of people would say it was too soon. But I knew. However Alistair felt, I couldn’t change my mind. I was his for as long as he wanted me, and he was mine for as long as he wanted to be.

  Pray for ever.

  “Pet, I’ll begin slowly. Remember red for stop and no more, yellow for stop, let’s talk, and green for all good. If for whatever reason you can’t speak, put your hand in the air. I’ll stop. Okay?” He stroked the contours of my ass. Even that gentle sensation made me shiver in the best way, and my juices begin to coat my thighs.

  “Yes, Sir. Green, Sir.”

  “That’s my pet. Now I’m going to get your senses alive.”

  I had no idea what he used at first. A soft, then harder impression of something spongy and gritty, and holy hell. The sponge. Grief, the sensations that set off were like nothing I’d ever felt before. You’d have thought they wouldn’t register, but oh boy, they so did. Each nerve end stood up and begged to be noticed. It was like a stream, then a river, then a raging torrent of sensory overload. I wanted to come, knew I couldn’t, and even while one part of my mind boggled that such a simple thing produced such an avalanche of need, the rest of me only wanted to please my Sir.

  “Green, Sir, so blooming green.” He hadn’t asked. I just had to blab it. I didn’t think I’d better ask for more, but I could hint, couldn’t I?

  “Then it’s time to up the ante a bit now.”

  He could have told me we were flying to the moon, naked, and on a Halloween rocket, and I’d have agreed. Anything for him. Well, within the parameters of my limits.

  “This is a little more intense, pet. Not too much but enough to make some interesting marks. They won’t last, but you should feel them in a good way. Stop me if you need to.”

  He was correct. It was different. More localized. Still on my ass, then slowly I became aware that whatever it was, was sliding between my legs and circling my clit. Not touching, not coming inside me, but teasing, hinting.

  God, it was bloody fantastic. The sting was hot. Hot as in arousing, not hot as in heat. Although if I were honest, my body was on fire.

  “Color, my pet?”

  “Green, Sir. All of it.”

  “Darling doc, you’re so receptive. I need to spank you. Just a few to start, pet. Not too hard. Are you still green?”

  “I think I’ll be green within our limits every time, Sir.”

  “Pet, you humble me. Then we’ll start with ten. Count the spanks, not the strokes.” That made no sense until he started. Then for every spank he soothed the place he’d hit.

  Now I know what a true non-punishment spanking should be like.

  It was fucking glorious and ended all too soon.

  Oh, my ass was on fire, I was panting, whimpering, and so wound up, I swear I was about to cry, come or both. Thank goodness Alistair realized it, because he turned me over, lifted me onto his lap, and then put two fingers inside my channel. He began to move them, mimicking a cock, and pinched my clit.

  “Fly, my pet. Come for me and show me how you fall apart again.”

  Oh boy did I.

  Those stars danced around my head as I shuddered and screamed, and eventually, came down to earth with a thump.

  It might not have been subspace, but it was as close as you could get without being there.

  When I thought I could speak without stuttering, I cleared my throat. Alistair handed over a bottle of water and some chocolate. Where had he got them from?

  He must have read my thoughts. “Stashed when you got yourself comfy over the chair arm. Sip and suck.”

  That made me giggle. “Yes, please, if you mean your body, Sir.”

  “Minx. Recover first.”

  I wanted to protest I was fine, but I recognized the sense in his words and sat quietly—after all I was on his lap and loving it—until Sir stirred.

  Sir. Do you know what a frisson of joy that gave me? My lover, my love, and my Sir.

  “Now, pet, what should we do next?”

  I had an idea. Would he let me show him? “Well, let me see. May I dress? It’s all part of it.”

  He sighed, but I could tell it was put on. “If you must.”

  “Oh, I must. Hold on.” I’ve never shoved on the basics so fast. Bra, panties, skirt, and top. That was enough for what I had in mind.

  “Right, so, how about this?”

  I began to slowly inch his jumper upwards.

  He grinned. “A good start. I’m in your hands.”

  “That’s an opportunity not to be missed.”

  “Yeah make the most of it, darling doc.”

  “Oh, I intend to,” I cooed the words. �
�Lift your arms.”

  When eventually I’d managed to pull off his thin sweater I couldn’t have told you what day it was.

  “A nipple ring?” I am ashamed to say I squeaked. I mean, why hadn’t I seen it the other evening?

  God, what an unexpected turn-on. Definitely panty-dampening time.

  “Eh?” He looked away from where he was about to tug my panties off and at his chest. Then he laughed. “Like it?”

  “Love it. Never seen one on a guy and wondered if it would be a turn-on.”

  He fingered it. “And?”

  “Oh yes.”

  “Then I’ll remember to sneak it when the shoot finishes.” He winked. “It’s a fake. It just sort of sticks on with special glue. This demon is different. The ring denotes his authority.”

  “What?” I bent my head and peered at his chest. I really must get over my antipathy to all things gruesome, and at least discover a bit more about what he did, and what his character got up to. But then Sandie said lots of sex, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to see him up close and jiggy with anyone else, acting or not.

  He held the gold semicircle out so it stood away from his skin. I salivated. Oh, to tug on it and…

  “It’s a sod to get off, and as tomorrow it gets dragged off in a fight for supremacy, I didn’t bother to go through the palaver of getting it unglued only to have it redone. If you think it’s sexy I might ask for a supply.”

  The expression on his face reminded me he was an actor. A very over the top ever-hopeful lovesick fool.

  Before you ask me how I know when he’s sincere or not, I’ll tell you. I just do. Weird or what? But as sure as I hate cheese and love chocolate I can tell.

  “I’d be scared to swallow it.”

  He roared with laughter. “Then it definitely goes, pet. I need you lips on my nipples as much as I need air to breathe. And on my cock and ah, yeah, love…” He clutched my head. While he was talking and distracted, I unzipped his jeans and fastened my mouth around his cock.