Recovery (Doctor Dom Volume 5) (A BDSM & Medical Play Novella)

by Tara Crescent

  She nodded. “Yes, Dr. Anderson,” she said. “Thank you.”

  “Two more strokes,” I told her. “Open them.” She parted her legs wide again, and I brought the flogger down on that pussy twice, and watched as her skin reddened and she writhed in response. But she still held her legs open, my obedient little submissive. Perfection.

  “Okay,” I told her. “You good to continue?” She nodded. “Get up then, please. Hands back on the belt around your neck, one leg back up on the foot of the bed.” She quickly assumed the position I’d indicated, and I spanked that tight ass of hers a couple of times in appreciation of her quick compliance.

  Trust me, if you play enough BDSM games, getting your ass spanked is a reward.

  I got on my knees, and got my mouth under that beautiful pussy, licking her and sucking her lips into my mouth. She made little breathy moans and pushed her hips in my face, and my dick almost exploded right there.

  Fuck this, I groaned to myself. I needed her mouth on my dick in a hurry, if only to ward off an embarrassing accident.

  I quickly shed my pants and boxers, and threw her a pillow for her knees. I gave her a questioning look, not sure if her jaw was hurting from Liam’s blow earlier. But she nodded, her eyes wide with need, and said only one word. ‘Please.’ I leaned against her bedroom wall, and she opened her mouth and took me in her beautiful mouth, never moving her hands from the belt. “Such a good girl,” I growled, pleased, as I grabbed the long end of the belt and used it to push my dick deeper down her throat.

  She made the sweetest whimper, and swallowed, and I could feel every inch of that swallow on my dick. I thought of anatomy and surgery and my thorniest patients; anything to keep from blowing my load in her mouth right away, and it was still a struggle.

  Her mouth set a nice steady pace and I threw my head back helplessly against the wall. My baby could deep throat like a champion. One of my hands moved of its own accord to curl in her hair. My other hand was at the belt around her throat, though I positioned my fingers the same way she had – between her throat and the belt, to ensure she could breathe without any difficulty.

  “Ah, fuck me, Lisa,” I groaned, my voice helpless with need as she hummed softly, and the vibrations echoed all through my shaft. Her eyes met mine, and there was a smile in them, one that was mirrored in mine as well.

  An idea struck me, and I touched her cheek softly. “Wait a second,” I told her, reaching forward to grab the Wartenberg wheel from the shoe box again. “Okay, baby, back in your mouth,” I said, grabbing my dick in one hand, and feeding it to her. She smiled and opened her mouth, and took me in, and I felt like I was coming home. Fucking perfect.

  As she sucked my dick, I ran the wheel on the unhurt side of her face and she moaned and gulped in response, and my dick could feel every little bit of that gulp. It was so insanely erotic.

  That was it. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I gripped her hair in warning, and I exploded in her mouth, coming in pulsing spurts that utterly drained me. She swallowed, and licked and sucked, and when I finally pulled out of her beautiful mouth with a groan, she smiled a pleased smile at me.

  “Enjoyed that?” she asked with a smirk, and I laughed aloud.

  “That poor ass of yours,” I said in sympathy, struggling to form words through the haze in my brain. “I’ve spanked your ass and spanked your pussy and you still won’t behave. Let’s see what we can do to get you to be a good girl.”

  I smiled at her. “Get on the bed, sweetie, on your back and spread your legs,” I instructed, kissing her as she moved into position. I folded her legs up and open, her knees up in the air and wide apart, and she lay there, her hands still gripping the belt around her throat with a look of utter hunger in her eyes.

  I glanced at the clock at her bedside table. The clamps had been on for twenty minutes. It was time they came off. “Brace yourself,” I warned her as I slid down the ring holding the two prongs of the clamp in place, and pulled it off. I immediately lowered my mouth on her tender nipple and she groaned as the blood rushed back into her nipple. “Ready?” I asked her, my fingers on the other clamp, and she made a face and nodded.

  I grinned. “Does that hurt, baby?” I asked mock sympathetically, and she rolled her eyes at me. I laughed at her grouchy expression, and lay next to her. For a minute, I just felt the heat emanate from her body, breathed in the smell of her. Then, I reached across her body to the shoebox once again, and pulled her Hitachi vibrator out.

  She groaned instantly. “Patrick,” she started protesting.

  “How do you address me, Lisa?” I asked her conversationally. My fingers pinched the nipple closest to me, hard, and she gasped and bit her lip.

  “Dr. Anderson,” she whimpered. “Please…”

  “And Lisa, do I need to remind you who is in charge here?” Another hard pinch to the other nipple, and she shook her head quietly. I smacked her breasts and she bit her lip again, and arched towards me.

  I laughed at her obvious arousal and enjoyment, and I got up reluctantly to plug in the Hitachi. “Keep your legs spread,” I warned her, and she just looked at me, mild apprehension in her eyes.

  I understood the apprehension. The Hitachi was brutally powerful. I could have her coming in minutes, and if I refused to move the vibrator, her body would respond to it again and again, until pleasure just became pain. I didn’t really intend to go that far. Not today. Today was to push her to an already discovered edge, not see if she could go any further.

  The vibrator turned on with a buzzing sound as I flicked the switch, setting it to the lowest setting. I dragged the blunt head up and down her dripping slit a couple of times, then I pushed it up against her clitoris.

  Every muscle in her body tightened and she made these little mewling noises of arousal that sent a shot of lust straight to my groin. My dick grew hard again, and I saw her eyes widen, and her lips curve into a smile of appreciation.

  I shifted position so I was kneeling on the bed at her side. I held on to the vibrator with one hand, and with the other, I cupped those beautiful breasts, squeezing them as she whimpered.

  Instinctively, her hips began to thrust towards the vibrator, her legs started closing shut. “Keep them open,” I warned her. We weren’t anywhere close to done yet.

  “May I come, Dr. Anderson?” she gasped as the vibrator worked its magic on her body. “Please?”

  I laughed. “As many times as you want, baby,” I said smoothly, and she winced in response, knowing full well that my readiness to let her climax meant that I wanted to her to orgasm again and again until I allowed her to stop.

  But that was later. Right now, her hips thrust mindlessly in the air, and she writhed and gasped as the vibrator worked its magic, and she shuddered as she came, her fingers clenching around the belt at her neck.

  I pulled the vibrator off her clitoris, allowing her a few minutes of respite before I continued. I grabbed my cock, pumping myself in response to her moans of pleasure. She looked into my eyes and licked her lips, and I laughed. “This time, I want in your pussy, baby,” I told her. “But not yet.”

  She crashed into her second orgasm almost without expecting it, screaming ‘I’m coming,’ right as she started clenching. My hand stroked my cock faster. This woman was the embodiment of sexual desire, and I wanted to be in her pussy with a deep ache.

  Fuck it. I could see her dripping wet pussy, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I pulled her towards the side of the bed, and stood at the vee between her legs, my cock nudging her slit. “Yes,” she breathed, and I smiled at her and grabbed the long end of the belt.

  “Do you want to be fucked, Lisa?” I growled at her. She nodded wordlessly, her eyes hazy with lust.

  “Do you want to ache tomorrow, Lisa?” I said as I pushed into her wet, waiting pussy with a hard stroke. Ah, she was so ready for me. Her pussy felt amazing. Always did. Her muscles gripped my dick, and I hissed and pulled at the belt. Her hands were in place to prevent any risk of choking, and
there was only lust in her eyes as she responded to her hard fucking.

  Each stoke, she rocked back in the bed. Her expression got hazier as she surrendered to the pleasure. I smacked her ass hard, and the sound echoed around the room. “Do you like that?” I asked her.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Fuck me. Spank me. Take me. Use me.”

  I considered it a minor miracle that I didn’t blow my load in response to that statement. My dick grew ever harder, and she bit her lip and whimpered.

  I pounded. I spanked. I fucked. I moved my hand from her neck to grab her hips, pulling her even deeper into me. She whimpered and writhed and moaned, and her hips rose and met my every thrust.

  “Once more?” I grunted, groping for the Hitachi.

  She laughed breathlessly. “Oh fuck, yes. I must be utterly crazy, but yes. Please.”

  I turned the vibrator to the highest setting, and pushed it right up against her clitoris. She hissed and rocked her hips. “Please,” she begged. “Fuck me.”

  “Ah baby,” I groaned. “Gladly.” I resumed fucking her once again, and as her muscles fluttered in orgasm for the third time, it pushed me over the edge, and I came with a choked off shout, gripping her hips hard as I erupted into her.

  When sense returned, I loosened the belt around her neck, and she stretched like a lazy cat and snuggled into me. “Thank you,” she said into my ear. “I needed that.”

  My words were pure, unhidden truth. “Me too, baby, me too.”

  Chapter 14

  Lisa:

  I’d be lying if I said that all our problems disappeared after that night. But we crossed a big chasm that day. I had reached out to him, and he had given me exactly what I needed.

  Slowly, bit by bit, things got back to normal, but that day was a milestone. Before Liam, we’d been on the path of healing, but we had both been quite tentative, afraid of hurting each other, fearful of being hurt. I think we’d always worked through our problems thinking we had all the time in the world to grapple with our demons from the past.

  But Liam happened, and we realized that life was short and unpredictable, and all that we held dear could be torn away from us in a heartbeat. I should have known that from the worried days I’d spent in the hospital as my mother underwent surgery. But that episode with Liam brought that truth home like nothing else.

  ***

  “You know we call this divorce dust,” I said lightly. Patrick didn’t look happy at all. Surveying the mess, I didn’t blame him.

  “Divorce dust?” He raised an eyebrow. He’d evidently never heard the phrase.

  “Renovations cause divorce,” I said. Contractors, designers, therapists, divorce lawyers. Sometimes I wondered if we were all in some kind of cosmically interrelated circle that profited from peoples’ desire to constantly update their homes.

  “I can see that,” he said dryly. His expression was still unhappy.

  I tried to placate him. Patrick was an understanding sort, but the reality is, no one understood the chaos of a renovation until they’d stood in the eye of the storm. Patrick looked slightly shell-shocked at the mess in his kitchen, and my heart ached in sympathy. For someone who genuinely enjoyed cooking, and winding down with a glass of beer or wine at his kitchen table, this renovation must have been hell. “Look, I’ll clean. Stewart never cleans up after himself, but he’s really good at his work. It’s sort of part of my job.”

  “Undoubtedly,” he said dryly. “But you are also my girlfriend, so if you think I’m going to sit by and watch you clean, you’d be mistaken. I’m not that much of an idiot.”

  I walked over and kissed him. “I’m sorry, are you a robot?” I asked him, and he raised an eyebrow at me. “Cause…” I explained. “You are so perfect all the time.”

  He rolled his eyes at me. “If you think perfection is helping you clean, baby, you really need to raise the bar.” He opened the cupboard under the sink and pulled out cleaning supplies. “Let’s get to work, shall we?”

  We got going. It was oddly companionable to clean with Patrick, and I started to fantasize. Would this be our life? I would come back from work, and we would hang out in the kitchen, and sip a glass of wine while we talked about our day. Then, Patrick would cook dinner, and I would help, and then, when dinner was done, we’d both clean up. After, we’d watch some TV, maybe, or we’d lean against each other and read quietly. At some point, we’d find ourselves snuggling into each other, and then we’d decide it was time for bed, and head upstairs.

  More than the sex, it was stuff like this that made my heart clench with need. Across billions of homes, world over, people were living some version of my fantasy. For so many years, this aching normalcy had seemed something unattainable to me, unwilling as I was to trust myself in a relationship.

  You know that weird feeling when you’ve achieved something that you’ve always wanted, and it doesn’t really sink in? It doesn’t quite feel real? That was me.

  After almost an hour of hard work, we were finally done, and I gazed at his kitchen with satisfaction. “Go us,” I said, smirking.

  “Do you want to head to your place?” he asked me hesitantly. “Or we could just sleep here.”

  I took a deep breath. I hadn’t been alone in his house since Liam. He’d made sure of that, without ever making it obvious that he was protecting me. He’d shifted around his work schedule so that he was constantly at my side. He’d slept with me at my condo every single night for the last two weeks.

  I couldn’t avoid Patrick’s house forever. I nodded slightly. “Sure,” I said. “I need to get over this.”

  His lips curled into a smile. “I have a thought on some useful distraction,” he said, his eyebrows raised. “If you are so inclined?”

  Desire woke in me, and stretched out slowly, like a cat waking from slumber. “I’m so inclined,” I replied.

  He smiled. “In that case, Ms. Preston, may I suggest you head over to the examination room?”

  “Yes, Dr. Anderson,” I replied. It had been so long since I’d been in that examination room. Weeks of desire, held-back. Finally, the time of release was near.

  Chapter 15

  Lisa:

  “Why don’t you give yourself an enema to get yourself ready?” he said to me with a gleam in his eyes.

  “What?” I yelped, then subsided immediately, my cheeks flushed at the idea.

  He nodded. “I’ll be up in a bit to check on you,” he smirked. “Let’s have you keep the fluid in you for fifteen minutes.”

  “Patrick,” I whimpered, and he raised a silent eyebrow. Don’t question your Dom, idiot.

  “Yes, Dr. Anderson,” I said instead, and saw the flare of heat in his eyes. Oh, but it was on. The game was back on. I couldn’t wait.

  He’d watched me give myself an enema before, and it had been both embarrassing and hot at the same time. This time, in the guest bathroom, with the enema hose running into my butt, it was even more so.

  I was doing this for my Dominant.

  Playing with Patrick was so incredibly freeing. There was no unpredictability about his rules. If I obeyed, I was rewarded. If I didn’t, I was punished. There was never any mind-fuckery.

  I glanced at my watch as the enema bag emptied. Fifteen minutes.

  “You know,” Patrick said from the doorway, “this is quite the look.” His voice had startled me, and I jumped a little. Then I blushed at his words. I had quickly taken off my shirt, and just pulled my jeans and panties down to my knees before getting the enema started. I stood there in my midnight blue bra, with my legs captive by my jeans.

  “Relax, kitten,” he soothed. “You nervous?”

  “It’s been a while,” I said. “I don’t want to do anything to screw things up.”

  He raised an eyebrow at me. “Should you be thinking of anything other than following orders, Lisa?” he asked me icily.

  My lips twitched. I knew Patrick. Slipping into full Dom-mode was his way of reassuring me that I had nothing to worry about. “N
o, Dr. Anderson,” I said with a smile. “I should not.”

  He moved into the room and his hands cupped my jaw roughly. “Try to remember that, Lisa,” he said levelly. “Now, wait here while I get you a butt plug.”

  The plug he found for me was large and heavy. He handed it to me with a tube of lube, and waved his arm as he leaned back against the doorway. Jerk. I was providing him quite a peepshow. “Thank you, Dr. Anderson,” I said meekly, biting the sarcastic comment back. I lubed the plug, pulled the tube out, and pushed in the plug steadily until my tight muscles yielded and the plug slid it, the base of it nestling in the folds of my ass.

  “Fifteen minutes,” Patrick said. “Come join me in the examination room when you are done. I need to do some setting up in there. Oh, and Lisa?” he continued. “You can change into the hospital gown in the examination room. But I want to watch you shuffle into that room with your jeans around your ankles.”

  I whimpered, the heat that rose through me at his explicit words pushing the discomfort from the enema to the back of my mind. I looked at him compliantly. “Yes, Dr. Anderson.”

  ***

  The examination room door was shut. I knocked quietly, and entered when he told me to.

  “It was kind of dusty,” he said ruefully. “I’ve kept it locked when your crew is in, but we haven’t used it for a while.” He handed me the nearly transparent hospital robe, and I took off my clothes and changed into it.

  “Are you okay?” I asked him directly as I changed. If this was going to set back our relationship in some way, I would rather do without. Even though every bit of me wanted this examination, in the end, I wanted Patrick more.

  He smiled at me. “Don’t worry,” he said, his voice warm. “Honestly, regular D/s play is far more likely to be troubling to me than the examination room sex.” His eyes were amused. “I only have good memories of this room and the stuff we’ve done in here.”

  I had a silent thought in my head. This was the room in which he’d spanked me thirteen times the night when I didn’t use my safe word.