The restraints were padded, medical-grade, and meant to keep an uncooperative patient from escaping. As he tightened and checked the cuff, Brandy’s brain raced, calculating whether this was an okay development or not.
“You know, Doctor Daddy, we’ve never discussed bondage.”
His gaze lifted briefly before returning to focus on his task. “You have a safeword, Firebrand. I plan to do several things to you today that we haven’t discussed.”
“Isn’t that kind of irresponsible?” She could picture Dustin or Jordan with their lips pressed together in disapproval.
Lukas paused, his smoldering gaze meeting hers. “Do you honestly think I would harm you?”
If she were being objective, she might remind herself that Lukas was a loyal member of The Eye, and that he claimed to have spent many nights stitching together the wounds of his fellow soldiers. Wounds they earned in the fight against the governments of many nations in this world, including that of the US and her allies.
But where Lukas was concerned, she seemed to have lost her objectivity. She saw the man hidden within, the honorable one that loved her and treated her as if she was the most precious thing in the world to him. The man who’d won her heart and tattooed his mark on her soul.
Avery would not approve. If she knew the drift of Brandy’s thoughts, she’d pull the plug on the operation.
“No.” She whispered the word, her voice thick with too many conflicting emotions. “I trust you.”
With an arrogant tilt to his lips, he resumed securing the restrains on her arms, and then he banded another across her shoulders. When he was satisfied everything was the way he wanted, he pressed a kiss to her lips. “I will not abuse your trust, but I do plan to do some things you’ll find uncomfortable. It’s okay to scream. This room is soundproof.”
He spent a moment pinching her pebbled nipples, stretching them until she whimpered. A metal drawer under the table scraped open, and Lukas fished for something with the hand that wasn’t torturing her breasts.
“This may sting a bit, but it’s a necessary part of your physical. Deep breath, Ms. Sorrel. Okay, now let it out.”
In the midst of her exhalation, a sharp pain radiated from her nipple. She looked down to find the teeth of a clamp digging into her flesh. It was the kind the dentist used to secure the paper bib on her when she got her teeth cleaned. As she watched, he closed the second of a matching set on her other nipple. A chain connected them.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “That hurts.”
“I know. Pain is a necessary part of the exam. Breathe through it, Ms. Sorrel. The sting will lessen in a bit.”
While she tried to mitigate the sting by breathing, his deft touch opened the button on her jeans and unknitted the zipper.
“Lift your hips, Ms. Sorrel. I’ll need to remove your clothes in order to finish the physical exam.”
Brandy braced her feet on the table and lifted her ass.
With quick, efficient movements, he undressed her the rest of the way. Though she’d objected to his mistreatment of her breasts, her pussy hadn’t suffered the same reaction. It wept for his attention.
He ignored it.
His palms swept down her legs, kneading and caressing in his version of a thorough check of her extremities. He rolled a stool closer to the end of the exam table, where he sat with a clear view of her pussy. Brandy lifted her head to see if she could figure out his plan, but he wasn’t looking at her woman parts.
He took her foot in hand and pressed his thumb into her arch.
She groaned and relaxed on the table. Thanks to his careful and tender ministrations, she was primed and ready to host his cock for a few rounds. She loved how much he enjoyed massaging her feet, but right now she wished he’d rub a different body part.
He lulled her into a peaceful headspace. She barely noticed when he extended metal stirrups from the other end of the table and placed her heels in them. Too weak to hold her knees apart, she let them fall together.
She heard water run, and latex snapped as he donned gloves.
He appeared next to her head. Her gaze traveled down his body, appreciatively noting sexy lines and wishing he would take off at least some of his clothes.
“This next part might get uncomfortable, Ms. Sorrel. I believe I’ve cured your naughty tendencies, but the exam isn’t over. I still need to find the cause.”
His fingers brushed her lips, the smoothness of the glove a strange sensation when she expected the roughness of his calloused flesh that she’d come to crave. A bit of pressure, and she parted her lips to let his fingers into her mouth. He slid his touch over her teeth and gums before checking the insides of her cheeks.
She wanted to tell him this wasn’t sexy, but she couldn’t speak. As she drew her eyebrows together to better communicate her opinion of his actions, she realized what he was doing. He was claiming ownership of her, of every part of her. With this iniquitous act, he subdued the stubborn willfulness of her bratty nature.
As if sensing her complete surrender, he pumped his fingers into her mouth, fucking her with that proxy. She whimpered for his cock, but though it strained against his pants, he didn’t seem uncomfortable.
The spit-slickened fingers slid out, strands of saliva snapping back to wet her lips, chin, and chest. But she didn’t complain because he was prodding her clit, pressing and massaging it with his deft touch. She spread her knees apart, inviting more of this kind of examination.
“Oh, Doctor Daddy, yes. Right there. It aches so badly.” She sounded like a bad actress from a porno, all breathy and enthusiastic, only she meant what she said.
His hand lifted away, and he bent forward. She heard the slide of metal, and she assumed he had more insidious instruments hidden in the drawer. He sat back up, grinning as he fitted a headband over his shiny, soft head. A light on an adjustable neck sprouted from the left side. Snagging a rolling stool from nearby, he positioned it at the end of the table nearest her nether region.
With a click, he turned on the light and adjusted the aim.
The warmth of the bulb exacerbated the moisture problem she was having between her legs, and a shiver of desire ran up her spine.
His gaze snapped to hers. “Cold?”
“Hot. Doctor Daddy, I’m on fire for you.”
He watched her thoughtfully, and an evil light entered his eyes. “Oh, we can’t have that. Let me get you situated, and I’ll take care of your heat problem.”
“Yes. Do that.” She didn’t wonder at his expression. He’d already said he planned to do things to her they hadn’t discussed. She liked not knowing what he had in store.
Those strong, gloved hands swiped through her moisture, the gentle pressure not coming close to scratching the kind of itch she had. It only made her hungry for more, harder, and faster. She lifted her hips to chase more pressure.
A sharp, wet slap sounded loud in the room, and she dropped her hips in surprise. He’d spanked her pussy. Though it hadn’t hurt, the sudden violence was surprising. Mouth open, she gaped at him.
He stood up and lifted his lab jacket. Anticipation made her nipples buzz with more than pain, and her pussy, ready to suck his cock in deep, pulsed.
He unbuckled his belt, and from the way he slid it from the loops, she knew he wasn’t going to fuck her.
As she realized his intention, she slammed her knees together. It was one thing to have her bottom spanked—she quite liked that. It was another thing to have her pussy spanked with the belt.
“Oh, Doctor Daddy, you don’t want to do that.”
His lopsided grin lent a boyishness to his face that gave her a glimpse into the little shit he must have been as a teen. “I’ll do what’s necessary to treat my patient. Open your knees, Ms. Sorrel. I have formulated a treatment plan. You must trust me to know what’s best.”
Trust. She’d said she trusted him, and she did. Brandy opened her knees, giving him clear access to her private parts.
“Very good. This is
going to hurt. You may feel the urge to scream. Please do.”
He brought the thick leather down on her pussy. It caught her labia, clit, and mons. Fire shot through her system, and she tried to scoot away, but there was nowhere to go. A shout escaped, and a different kind of moisture gathered in her eyes. She panted in a vain attempt to breathe through it.
The second lash came before she was ready, as did the third. She swore and cursed his name, her lower body trying in vain to twist even though her shoulders were pinned with the thick restraint buckled over her torso.
His grip locked onto her knee, forcing it away from the other one, and he used his arm as a spreader bar. The new position did not lessen the intensity of the blows, and the sting radiating from her pussy spread in all directions. Heat enveloped her body. Tears streamed over her temples and into her hair, and she begged with every sob.
She didn’t notice when the pussy spanking stopped until he dragged a finger through the wetness tracking into her hair. He licked the salty tears staining her skin and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
“You’re so beautiful, Firebrand. Beautiful, strong, stubborn, and mine. You were made to suffer, my little one. It’s stunning to watch.” He whispered into her ear, his breath fanning her neck. His teeth grazed her earlobe. “Ready for more?”
Was she? Her pussy was on fire. It still ached from his roughness a few days before, and now he’d purposely abused her tender flesh. She wasn’t sure this would be a pleasurable experience for her.
But she heard the wonder and joy in his tone, his possessive glee at the way the scene was unfolding. As much as her body was screaming for mercy, a deeper need had her wanting to give him everything he sought.
She exhaled on a shaky breath. “Yes, Doctor Daddy. I’m ready for more.”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You’re doing so well, Firebrand.”
Then he moved down her body, his fingertips—he’d lost the gloves at some point—gliding down her neck and over her breasts. He flicked her nipples, making the clamps wobble and scratch. Then he removed them. Feeling came rushing back into them, but the unpleasant sensation was lost in the midst of the nerve endings randomly firing in her pussy, sending out waves of pain to remind her of the abuse they’d just suffered.
She whimpered.
He massaged her nipples, and the pins-and-needles feeling multiplied, the sharpness of the pain overriding everything else. With her torso pinned, she couldn’t escape his sadistic exploration. A scream uncurled in her depths, and she struggled against her bonds.
Then he bent down and closed his hot mouth around a nipple. He sucked hard, and his teeth sank into her flesh. Her screams grew louder, but she didn’t beg him to stop. Part of her wanted to see how much she could take.
She didn’t know how long he tortured her breasts before she felt his fingers probing her pussy. Despite the spanking, it remained sopping wet and ready for fucking. His fingers slid inside, filling her channel with their thick length. He found her sweet spot and worked it with gentle pressure.
The juxtaposition of the sensations confused her brain, and her screams morphed into moans of pleasure and whimpers of pain. She writhed as best she could, but eventually her hips canted, seeking more of the pleasure he offered. The orgasm took her by surprise. The suddenness and vastness of the sensation stole her breath, and she felt her eyes roll into her head as the world went white.
“No passing out, Firebrand. I’m not finished with you.” His sharp command pulled her from the brink.
Her eyes focused.
“Breathe.”
The second command had her inhaling a tremulous breath.
“That’s it. You’re behaving very well, Ms. Sorrel. I know this is a difficult exam, but I have faith that you can handle it.”
It took a magnificent effort, but she managed to squeak, “Yes, Doctor Daddy.” Her entire body quivered with the aftereffects of the orgasm and the synapses still firing to tell her that her nipples and pussy were overly tender.
He washed his hands again, and he donned another set of latex gloves. Then he resumed his seat on the stool at the business end of the exam table. “The gel is cold, which you might enjoy.”
Her lady parts were so hot she barely felt the gel until it reached her anus. She clenched against the weird sensation.
“Relax, Ms. Sorrel. This is part of the exam.”
The heat of his headlamp fed the fire in her vaginal region, though the gel acted to lessen the sting. She felt the speculum enter her canal, and she breathed into the invasion.
“That’s it, Ms. Sorrel. Let me violate your body all the ways I want to.”
She’d been staring at the ceiling, but now she lifted her head to look at him. His gaze focused on her pussy, those whiskey irises dark with passion and nefarious intent. Her heart beat harder, thumping with tender feelings for the man who’d already shown her a new side to herself. It seemed there was more to discover. She quite liked his sadistic streak.
He peered inside, moving the speculum to get a better view. She felt his fingers questing inside, massaging moans and gasps from her.
Then the speculum was gone.
She rested her head back down and closed her eyes. He played for a bit, his thumb circling her clit and his fingers pumping into her swollen pussy. His free hand pressed on her abdomen, palpating it as he inappropriately fingered his patient.
He stopped long before she got anywhere insistent. She watched him cross to the stainless steel, medical-grade refrigerator. He snagged something and hid it from her view as he returned, an evil grin lighting his features as he thwarted her attempt to figure out what was coming next.
Taking up his naughty station, he slid out a small shelf and set his prize down. Then she felt his touch at her vagina. Things slid inside. Cold things. Ice. He was feeding ice cubes into her vagina.
With a sigh, she settled back and prepared to shiver. At least her swollen tissues would enjoy this respite.
More gel squirted on her pussy, and she wondered how slick he could possible want that area to be. It was already covered with her fluids and the generous amount of gel he’d used. Plus the melting water trickling from her pussy and tracking into her crack. It was going to look like she wet herself.
She yelped when his finger penetrated her anus, and her eyes popped open to glare. Spread open the way she was, she had no way to keep his finger from sawing in and out.
“How does this feel, Firebrand?”
“Wrong.” The response rolled from her tongue.
“Set aside that notion for now.” The penetration seemed to grow, and she deduced he’d added a second finger. “How does it feel?”
Her face burned. She knew some people were into anal sex, but she wasn’t one of them. “Humiliating. I don’t mind you spanking it, but I wish you would stick to the glutes and leave the rest alone.”
“You belong to me, Firebrand. Every part of you.”
Trying to get the alien feeling to stop, she exhaled a tremulous breath. “I’m sure you don’t want to get up close and personal with that part.”
“I assure you, Firebrand, that one day I’m going to fuck this hole, and when I do, you’re going to thank me and beg for more.”
She disagreed, but she knew better than to argue with a man who’d thoroughly restrained her, packed her vagina with ice, and had his finger in her ass. “If you say so.”
Accepting what she had to offer for now, he said, “How does your pussy feel?”
“Like it’s been through a lot lately.”
He snorted a laugh. “I’m going to unbind you, Ms. Sorrel. I’ll help you up, but then you’re to get on your knees. There’s one more step to your treatment.”
When the bindings were gone and she sat up, she realized how weak she was. Every muscle trembled. He helped her down, guiding her to a towel he’d spread on the floor. It was all she could do to stay on her knees. Water from the melting cubes dripped from her pussy, and some of the smaller piec
es of ice went with them
Lukas unbuttoned his jacket and dropped his jeans. She opened her mouth, greedily begging for his cock any way she could get it.
He stroked it lazily, teasing her because he knew how much she wanted it. Before he could fully affect that lazy, arrogant smile that she loved, he groaned, his body shuddered, and he gripped her shoulder. Ejaculate spanned the distance, splattering on her chin and dribbling down her neck.
Her tongue darted out to lap up what she could reach, but she kept the rest of her body as still as she could. With as weak as her knees were, it was a feat in perseverance.
Moments passed while he recovered. Then he shucked his lab coat and wrapped it around her shoulders. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the sink.
“I’m so sorry, Firebrand. I didn’t mean for it to happen like that.”
“It was too fast,” she agreed. “I didn’t get much of a taste.”
He set her on the counter and ran the water until it warmed. Then he wet a washcloth and wiped her chin, neck, and chest. “I meant coming on your face. It’s not a thing I do without negotiation.”
She blinked as he rinsed the cloth. When he pressed it to her temples to clean away the dried tears, she said, “So you’re okay with putting your finger up my ass, but you draw the line at ejaculating on my face?”
“Without negotiated permission, yes.”
She considered this. Everyone had boundaries. “Good to know.”
At her dry tone, he stopped his ministration and peered into her eyes. “Firebrand, you mean the world to me. I never want to do anything to make you believe that wasn’t true.”
Tears leaked from her eyes, and she threw her arms around his neck. She never wanted to do anything to make him believe he didn’t mean the world to her, but she knew the day was coming when she would betray him. “I love you, Daddy.” The mumbled declaration was uttered into his neck, but he heard it loud and clear.
His embrace tightened around her, and he stroked her hair. “I love you, too, Firebrand.”
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