Doctor Dom Series Sequence One (Triage | Observation | Diagnosis): A BDSM & Medical Play Series

by Tara Crescent

  I inserted one finger into my asshole, and wiggled it around, pushing the lube inside, then I pulled it out, and squeezed more lube on my fingers, and this time, I inserted two fingers in that tight hole. I kept my eyes on Patrick; his eyes were hot with lust, but he didn’t move from his seat.

  “Add a third finger,” he ordered. I pulled the two fingers out of my ass, and they came out with a wet, sucking sound that had me blushing with shame. More lube, and I slowly willed myself to relax, as I pushed three fingers up my butt.

  “Pump your fingers in and out.”

  I let out an involuntary moan as I obeyed his instructions. My pussy was dripping wet at the lust in his eyes, soaked at the way I was playing with myself for his pleasure.

  “Good girl,” he said, as I continued to pump, wet squishing sounds following each in-and-out of my fingers. He rose from his stool, wheeled the enema stand towards me. The bag today was larger than any I’d ever used before, and I eyed it nervously, but I didn’t question Patrick. He was in charge. My job was to obey. It was pretty simple, really.

  “Would you prefer to bend over the examination table as you insert the nozzle, or would you like to keep standing?” he asked politely. His eyes were gleaming with lust and hot need that he didn’t bother to hide.

  “Do you have a preference?” I asked him.

  He shook his head with a smile. “Both pretty awesome, sweetness,” he said softly, and my heart warmed. I elected to stay standing, and maneuvered the nozzle into my lubed asshole, taking care to keep my legs spread. His hands reached forward and he adjusted the settings so that water would begin to flow into me.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groaned, as the gushing water went from warmly pleasurable to insanely uncomfortable in the space of seconds, and the bag was only half-empty. “Patrick,” I groaned in protest.

  He looked at me with narrowed eyes, and I shut up instantly and took it, shifting my weight from one foot to another in the hope of easing the cramps that were already starting to run through my belly. When the bag was finally empty and I’d removed the nozzle, Patrick gestured to me. “Come here,” he said. He had a butt plug in his hand. I hadn’t even seen him reach for it. I came right up to him, and stood in the space between his legs, facing him. I bent down and kissed him on his lips, and for just an instant, he kissed me back with great sweetness.

  “Confident you’ll keep the liquid in without the plug, sweetness?” he said with a raised eyebrow as he pulled back, and I instantly turned around so he could insert the butt plug in.

  “Twenty minutes, I think.” His voice was musing. “It was going to be fifteen, but then, you got naked without permission.” His lips twitched. He wasn’t the slightest bit angry I took off my clothes, we were playing. I loved playing with Patrick.

  “Yes, Dr. Anderson,” I grinned at him, turning around. Only for an instant. Then, I whimpered as a fresh wave of cramps pulsed through me.

  “Ah, sweetie, does it hurt?” His voice wasn’t snide at all. “Come here.” His hands ran over my stomach, massaging it. His hands moved my breasts together, and his mouth descended on my nipples, sucking and nibbling at them. Then his teeth grazed on my nipples, and I groaned, this time in sheer lust.

  His hands tightened on my breasts and he squeezed, and I moaned again. Teeth and tongue, nibbling and sucking. My pussy dripped, and goose bumps erupted on my skin. All I felt was arousal and lust, the cramps were firmly pushed to the background.

  His lips moved from my nipples, and he pulled my head in, and just grazed my lips, with the softest of touches. I opened my mouth, silently begging for the feel of his tongue against mine. He groaned, and pleasure filled me at that slight noise, at the slight loss of control that groan signified.

  I could have stayed there and kissed him forever. But he pulled away, glanced at the clock on the wall, and smirked. “Go clean up,” he said. “Let’s get going with the rest of your examination.”

  ***

  When I came back out, the fucking machine was out, and a double headed dildo was attached to it. I shuddered in anticipation.

  “Ready, Miss Preston?” Patrick inquired politely. I nodded silently.

  “Okay, I want you on the table, on your knees, and bending forward. Put your weight on your elbows.” I followed his directions, and he tightened straps around my calves and my elbows. “I’m not going to tie your wrists down, I don’t want you pulling at it and straining your wrist again,” he said. But I’m going to give you another incentive to keep very, very still.”

  He moved away, and when he returned, he had a pair of nipple clamps and a very long chain in his hand. He threaded the chain under the examination table, and then he pinched my nipples and attached the clamps. I hissed in pain, and he gave me a look. “Too tight?” he asked.

  The pain was easing into pleasure, the throbbing now both in my nipples and in my pussy. I shook my head silently.

  “Lisa,” he said, his fingers tightening the chain. “I don’t need to point out that if you move, the chain will pull at the nipple clamps and at your breasts if you move.” Oh, no. He didn’t need to point this out at all. I was going to have to be still as the fucking machine pounded twin dildos in and out of me, and Patrick did whatever else he wanted to my body.

  I winked at him. I knew it was going to be really intense. But I couldn’t wait. He just laughed aloud and kissed me. “Behave, Miss Preston,” he said, laughter in his voice.

  “Yes, Dr. Anderson,” I said, trying to keep from laughing as well. I hadn’t forgotten that there was a flogging ahead for me.

  Patrick fiddled and adjusted the fucking machine, then swiped a finger in my pussy. I groaned. “Keep doing that,” I begged. He just laughed at me. “You don’t get to make the rules, baby,” he muttered, as he moved in front of me, and licked his finger with relish. Arousal and heat shone openly in his eyes. “A tasty treat,” he said. “You are plenty wet already, baby, but I’m going to add more lube.”

  He squirted some lube into my pussy, and turned the fucking machine on. It moved slowly, and I whimpered as the twin dildos invaded my pussy and ass, till both holes yielded to their insistent push. They pulled out, and then pushed in again. Patrick fiddled with a setting on the remote, and the dildos moved faster in and out of my body.

  I whimpered. “Patrick,” I begged. It was all I could do to keep still. I wanted to push into the dildos, meet the insistent thrust with a corresponding thrust of my hips. But I tried moving, and a sharp pain shot through my nipples.

  “Keep still,” he warned. I nodded.

  He appeared in front of me with a suede flogger in his hands. He held it out, and I kissed it, my eyes on his face. “Such a good girl,” he said quietly. “Tell me if it’s too hard.” I nodded silently, my thoughts incoherent as two dildos moved firmly and deeply in my ass and pussy. He moved behind me and positioned himself to one side.

  The first stroke of the flogger struck right at the crease where ass met thigh. I whimpered and clenched and moved ever so slightly, and the piercing pain in my nipples reminded me to hold still. The dildos moved in and out of me, and the slight bite of the flogger added a sharp counterpoint. My pussy was dripping, the lube entirely unnecessary, as the dildos stroked deep in me, and I wanted to feel Patrick’s fingers on my clitoris, rubbing me surely into orgasm.

  The second stroke of the flogger struck at my upper back. Then my thighs. And Patrick walked to the other side of me, and repeated the movements. Ass. Back. Thighs. All the while, my body danced in the same spot, held between two hard dildos and two cruel nipple clamps, waiting to receive the sweet kiss of the flogger on my skin.

  “How are you holding up, sweetness?” Patrick’s voice was filled with pleasure.

  “Touch my clitoris, please,” I begged. My pussy was dripping as the tails of the flogger found my body, raising small lines of fire on my ass and thighs, lines that only stoked the fire inside me.

  He shook his head. “Too soon,” he said, and the flogger resumed its
relentless march down my body.

  Waves of pain and pleasure cascaded all over me, and I moaned in longing. I floated in a space where time lost its meaning. I was caught between the grinding of the dildos into my pussy and ass, the dull throbbing ache that was my clamped nipples and the warm lash of the flogger. But I wanted more. I missed something. Patrick.

  “Please, Patrick,” I begged, my voice a ragged thread of need. “Please let me suck your dick.”

  There was appreciation in his eyes, as he looked at me. “Ah, Lisa,” he said, and his voice was quiet. “You are so fucking perfect.” He shrugged off his doctor’s coat in one economical movement, removed his t-shirt and his pants quickly, and then, his cock bobbed in front of my face, erect, with a glistening of pre-cum at the tip.

  “You’ll have to thrust,” I told him. I couldn’t move my body without my nipples exploding in pain. He looked at me, raw need in his eyes. “I assure you,” he said, his voice hoarse, “that won’t be a problem.”

  I opened my mouth wide, he shoved his dick in, deep, all the way to the back of my mouth. I relaxed my throat, and felt him enter it, and then he pulled out, and repeated the movement.

  The dildos continued to pound my pussy and my ass. Patrick held my head in his hands, gently, just holding my face exactly where he wanted, and he fucked my mouth and throat, and as I heard his moans of need, warmth filled me. He brought me to such incredible heights of pleasure. I wanted – no, I needed to do the same for him.

  Patrick fucked my mouth. I sucked in my cheeks and swirled my tongue over his head, and ran it on the sensitive underside of his shaft. I was engulfed in lust and longing. I craved Patrick; I craved the feel of him and the taste of him and the smell of him. I wanted his hard weight on my body as he thrust his beautiful cock in my pussy. I wanted to feel him erupt in my body. But most of all, I wanted to do what he asked me to do, and I needed to be good for him.

  And so I sucked, and swallowed as he groaned and erupted in me, and the dildos continued their ruthless pounding of my body. And then, as his fingers found my clitoris, and flicked that sensitive nub, once, twice, not more, I exploded in an orgasm so powerful that for an instant, I blacked out.

  Chapter 20

  Lisa:

  The dildos had stopped moving when awareness returned. Patrick moved towards the nipple clamps, and I braced myself for the pain as blood flowed back into my nipples, but his fingers soothed the tender buds, and I groaned in gratitude. He unbuckled me, and carried me to his bed.

  “You fucked me unconscious,” I mumbled, snuggling into his body. “Nicely done, Dr. Anderson.”

  He laughed and kissed me. “I’m pretty sure the fucking machine fucked you unconscious,” he said wryly. “Gives a guy a complex.”

  I looked at him. “I’d prefer you inside me any day,” I said honestly. I grinned. “But the whole filled-in-every-hole thing was pretty hot as well. Thank you.”

  “What do you think? Top 2 moment?” he asked, his lips twitching. I laughed and winked at him. “Well, Dr. Anderson,” I teased, “let me ponder that. I’ll tell you in the morning.”

  He rolled his eyes in mock annoyance, as I lay pressed into his body. “I should have flogged you harder,” he grumbled. I laughed again.

  I’d never laughed so much with anyone. Everything about this guy was amazing. And he deserved to know that, and if that meant I put my heart on the line, so be it.

  “I love you,” I muttered in his neck. The first time I’d ever said it to a man in my entire life. It felt like I was about to walk the plank off a pirate ship or something. Jumping in the deep end of the pool, when you couldn’t swim. It was terrifying. And it was necessary.

  I could feel his body still, and then, he kissed my forehead, very gently. “I love you too, Lisa,” he said, his voice very, very quiet.

  “Really?” I asked, turning to look at him.

  His lips twitched. “Really.”

  Every bit of my body ached. My nipples were tender; my pussy would be painfully sore in the morning. My ass still felt warm. I smiled, a sense of peace and contentment filling me. I was happier in that moment than I’d ever been in my life.

  I smiled at him. But I was wiped out, and nestled in his arms, I fell asleep almost instantly.

  ***

  I woke up to the ringing of Patrick’s cell phone. Patrick was already awake, reaching for it, and I turned towards him and watched.

  “Okay,” he said into the phone, and hung up. “Sorry baby, I have to go in. Emergency.”

  Before I could answer, the phone rang again. This time, Patrick stiffened when he looked at his phone display, and when he picked it up, his voice was slightly wary.

  “John, what’s going on?”

  I could hear a male voice on the other end of the line, but I couldn’t distinguish the words. But Patrick grew pale as he listened, and his entire body stiffened.

  “I’ll meet you at the hospital,” he said. His entire voice had changed. And when he turned to me this time, there was pain in his eyes.

  “What happened?” I asked. I was suddenly afraid, though I didn’t know why.

  “It’s Andrea,” he replied tonelessly. “Her current Dom beat the living daylights out of her. She’s in a coma. She’s going to need emergency surgery. I’ve got to go to the hospital.”

  I just looked at him, dread in my heart. Just last week, I’d run into Andrea, filled to the brim with confidence that she couldn’t come between Patrick and me. But my heart was racing as I saw the look in Patrick’s eyes.

  Underneath the covers, I crossed my fingers, but I didn’t know what I was warding off.

  Read on for an excerpt from Relapse (Doctor Dom Volume 4)!

  Relapse (Doctor Dom Volume 4)

  Text copyright © 2014 Tara Crescent

  ***The wounds of the past run deep. Can we ever fully heal? ***

  My name is Lisa Preston.

  A little more than a month ago, I met a gorgeous guy in a bar and went home with him. He spanked me. He put me on an examination table and made all my dark fantasies come true.

  Now my relationship with Patrick continues to deepen. Every day is more amazing than the last. He has become my boyfriend. My lover. My Dominant.

  But the wounds of the past run deep. When I do something that reminds him of the way his ex-wife betrayed him, can our relationship ever recover? Or will we remain haunted by the past forever?

  Note: This novella includes medical play, spankings, domination, graphic sexual scenes, and more.

  Read on for a preview of Relapse (Doctor Dom Volume 4)…

  ***

  Chapter 1

  Patrick:

  I’d just received word that my ex-wife had been badly beaten by her boyfriend. She showed signs of brain injury. I was the neurosurgeon on call.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  “I’ve got to go,” I said, looking at my girlfriend Lisa. It was three in the morning, and the timing could not possibly be worse. We’d uttered the magical I love you words just a few hours earlier.

  “I’ll get up,” she said. We had both been asleep when the call had come in.

  I shook my head. “No need,” I said. I handed her a house key. “Go back to bed. I’ll call you when I get out of surgery.”

  It should have been a bigger thing – giving her a key to my place. Not a result of necessary logistics, but an act of deliberate intent. It didn’t matter. I would have given her a key soon enough anyway.

  I could tell that her thinking was running along the same lines from the hesitant way she took the key. But my mind was in two places. The surgery looming ahead was in my thoughts, and everything was intensified by the fact that it was Andrea in the operating room. A woman who I had loved very much at one point in my life; a woman I had been married to for eight years.

  “I’ve got to go.” My voice was distracted. She just nodded.

  ***

  Things wouldn’t be free of complication. When I pulled up at the hospital, I was gree
ted by a woman in her mid-fifties.

  “Dr. Anderson,” she greeted me. “I’m Kelly Waldie. I’m legal counsel here at Toronto General.”

  I nodded. “Ms. Waldie,” I said. I’d been expecting to see the lawyers. Andrea was my ex-wife. The hospital would be worried about getting sued due to conflict of interest.

  “We have a problem.”

  I nodded again. “In that case, why was I called in?” I asked.

  She shrugged; a helpless gesture. “You are the only neurosurgeon on call. Dr. Portman is on vacation. Dr. Janokovic lives in Newmarket; it will take her an hour to get here. Plus, she had a glass of wine earlier in the evening.”

  Ex-husband. Or a neurosurgeon with alcohol in her bloodstream. No good choices here for the hospital. I didn’t blame Kelly Waldie for looking tired.

  “Patrick,” a voice greeted me, and I turned to find John, Andrea’s father. He looked like hell, haggard and grey with worry. “What’s the delay? Why haven’t they pulled her into surgery?”

  I wasn’t surprised that John knew Andrea’s status. The guy owned half of bloody Toronto. He knew how to get information.

  “Ms. Waldie, this is John Matherson. Andrea’s father,” I said. “John, Ms. Waldie is the legal counsel for the hospital. As Andrea’s ex-husband, I can’t operate on her without putting the hospital at serious risk of being sued.”

  To his credit, John didn’t lose his cool. I had no idea how; I would have gone ballistic by now. “Ms. Waldie,” he said. His voice was tight. “That’s my only daughter fighting for her life. Are you seriously telling me that she can’t be operated on because you are afraid you’ll be sued?”

  “Mr. Matherson,” Kelly said evenly. I had to admire her calm; she was doing the best possible job in an impossible situation. “We understand this is difficult, so I’ll cut to the chase. As Dr. Andrea Matherson’s substitute decision maker, you need to sign a release form authorizing surgery.”

  She held out a release form, and I was even more impressed. It was three-thirty in the morning. She’d received the same middle-of-night phone call as I had, except she was a lawyer and not used to getting calls in the dead of night. But she’d printed out a release form, filled it out, and had it ready for John so there’d be minimal delay with administrative bullshit.