by Renee Rose
“Turn around and bend over.”
She only hesitated for a few seconds before slowly rotating and folding at the waist.
“Pull down your pants and panties.”
She reached back, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her scrubs and slid them down.
He stifled a growl in his throat, the sight of her creamy white ass offered up to him making it hard to breathe. The pink lips of her sex peeked out, the smell of her arousal filling the supply closet.
Voices in the hallway brought him back. He deliberately stood so his body would block the sight of her if anyone opened the door.
“Place your hands on the shelf in front of you,” he instructed.
She complied.
He sauntered over, maintaining the air of casual disinterest, while the animal in him wanted to pounce, to take her right there in the supply closet, fucking her until her teeth rattled. He drew in a breath and released it, stroking the sensuous curve of her buttocks.
She remained still, waiting, a slight tremble in her knees making her buttocks quiver.
“You like to obey, don’t you, Chloe?”
“Only you, doctor,” she said, making him smile.
He rewarded her by caressing her glossy slit and she whimpered, pressed her butt out further. “Today we’re going to work on orgasm training.”
“What does that mean?”
He gave her ass a quick spank. “Do not speak except to say yes, doctor,” he said sharply.
She stifled a nervous giggle. “Yes, doctor.”
He pulled out the LYLA 2 and rubbed its head in her juices.
She twisted to see what he was doing, but he grasped her hair and pulled back. “Did I say you could look?”
“No, doctor.”
“Eyes on your hands.”
She dropped her head, staring at her hands on the shelf, as he instructed.
He turned on the vibrator, moving it around her engorged clit, drawing out the most beautiful moan.
“Shh,” he warned, clamping a hand over her mouth. “No moaning, no groaning. And you will definitely not be orgasming until I give you permission. He shoved the LYLA deep inside her. “Use your Kegel muscles to hold this in. I don’t want to have to come back in here and reinsert this,” he said, although he’d enjoy nothing more.
He pulled up her panties, then her scrub bottoms and, reaching around front, cupped her mons. “How does that feel?” he asked, his cock pressing against her low back.
She took a shuddering breath. “Um...fine?” she said in a desperate-sounding voice.
He chuckled and turned the speed on the LYLA up. “Just fine?”
She gave a whimper of protest. “What are you doing to me?”
He moved his fingers over her sex, adding external stimulation.
She covered his hand with hers, pushing him against her clit. “Ah-ah, Miss Jones,” he chided. “I’m not even close to giving you permission yet. Bend back over and put your hands on the shelf. Do not move until I signal my permission by turning off the vibrator, and when you do move, you may not touch your pussy.”
She made an indistinct sound.
“Enjoy your day,” he said, turning and walking out.
She stood, completely immobile, simply by his command. What was this power he had over her? Why did he have the ability to make her pussy weep with a mere look, her nipples harden at the timber of his voice?
She shivered, the pulsing vibration driving her to distraction. She wanted nothing more than to slip her fingers between her legs and twiddle her clit until she came, but she couldn’t make herself disobey the good doctor Drake.
Anyone could walk in right now and see her. She imagined the picture she made. At least her pants were up. She decided if she heard anyone coming, she would simply crouch down like she had dropped something. Or should she just erect herself quickly? She nibbled her lip, trying not to pay attention to the insistent little device inside her core.
It stopped buzzing.
The change came as both relief and disappointment. She slowly stood, her hand reaching between her legs then freezing mid-air.
You may not touch your pussy.
Damn him. And how well could she keep the thing seated inside her? The sound of the door handle turning made her whirl and rush toward the door.
“Good morning,” she called out as she breezed past Jane, the nurse practitioner.
Despite the awkwardness of carrying a small sexual toy within her cavity, her mood soared. She’d been a first class idiot the night before at dinner, searching for something clever to say, and coming up with zilch. She’d lost all her nerve contemplating the date. She wondered what one discussed on a date with a doctor at least ten years her senior. She wanted to meet him at his level, and then realized she couldn’t possibly.
Her life consisted of work—which they had no need to discuss—and partying with her friends. She didn’t golf, attend investment meetings or dine at steak houses or whatever else middle-aged doctors did. She didn’t even like doctors!
Well, clearly that was a lie, because this particular doctor could take her by the nose and lead her anywhere he wanted her to go. A fact which she still didn’t understand.
She led a patient into the exam room and took her blood pressure, noting it on the chart. “Dr. Reinhart will be right with you,” she promised as she stepped out. She swung the door closed, nearly slamming it, because at that moment, the little bullet began to vibrate. She whipped her head around, looking for her torturer, but he was nowhere in sight.
Already aroused from his previous use of the bullet, her body flamed into hot desire. She walked toward the reception area, each step making her swollen pussy ache more. She placed a hand over her low belly, as if it might somehow alleviated her need.
“Cramps?” Jane asked as she passed her in the hall.
“Huh? Oh, yeah.”
Where the hell was Dr. Drake? Did the toy have a certain range? If she left the building would it stop? But even as she contemplated it, she knew she wouldn’t. She had to see where this would lead, craved the delicious torture.
She opened the door to reception and called the next patient. A woman pregnant with twins waddled forward, her huge belly making the rest of her look tiny in comparison.
The vibration intensified. She crossed one leg in front of the other, trying to brush the lips of her sex, dying for some kind of contact or pressure there.
“Did you—” she stopped, gasping as the bullet moved at a new speed. “Did you leave a urine sample?” she managed, trying to keep her face blank.
“Yes, of course,” the woman said.
Finally. A patient who paid attention to instructions. “Thank you. If you’ll just step on the scale here,” she said, stifling the whimper rising in her throat.
The patient stood on the scale and she slid the bars across. “One eighty-three,” she read, jotting it in the chart with a shaking hand. She’d be lucky if the doctor could read it. She glanced at the chart to see which doctor she belonged to. Dr. Drake. Well, it served him right if he couldn’t read her numbers.
“Exam room five,” she said, motioning toward the appropriate door. “You’ll find a gown on the table.” She looked around again. Where the hell was Dr. Drake?
The vibrating stopped.
She exhaled, walking forward on shaky legs to pick up another file. She called another patient, then returned to Exam room five to take the patient’s blood pressure, although it took her two tries—she lost track of counting the first time.
A knock sounded on the door and Dr. Drake walked in, his debonaire smile lighting the room. She longed to launch herself into his arms, or tear out his hair. Or just swoon at the wink he gave her. She needed him with her whole being.
She forced herself to walk out of the room, though she wanted to shove the patient and her twin belly to the floor, throwing off her own clothes and spreading her legs for him. But oh yeah, she’d already done that, at least the throwing off
her clothes and spreading her legs part.
She couldn’t help but turn and glance at him one last time as she shut the door. Her heart stuttered to find him looking back, a little smirk twisting his lips.
This was, by far, the most exciting thing to ever happen in her boring little life. At that moment, she didn’t care whether Dr. Drake—Darren—wanted to date her or not. Even if he gave her nothing more than crazy kinky sex in the workplace on a weekly basis, she would be fulfilled.
But who was she kidding? They couldn’t continue this way, could they?
The vibrating began again, a slow, maddening pulse. She groaned.
“Take some ibuprofen,” Jane advised, overhearing.
She choked back a laugh. “Good idea,” she managed. “I will. Thanks.”
She went into an exam room to clean it up for the next patient. As she replaced the paper covering on the table and tossed the used gown in the hamper, she considered shutting the door and giving herself some privacy. But to do what? Did she plan to disobey Dr. Drake and touch herself? She didn’t want to—she liked the idea of meeting his challenge. So then how else did she hope on getting release? Squeezing her thighs together hard enough? Considering her state of arousal, it would probably work. But no, when she came, she wanted it to be with Dr. Drake’s participation.
She dug her fingernails into her palms and walked out, wondering how many more hours of torture she could take.
Chapter 7
Darren teased Chloe all day, turning the LYLA on and off, changing speeds and generally keeping her on the edge. He could tell by her flushed cheeks and bright eyes she was one stroke away from an orgasm, and he wanted to keep her that way as long as possible.
Unfortunately, none of the other doctors seemed inclined to leave that afternoon, everyone gathering in Dr. Reinhart’s clinic for a social chat. He was about ready to grab Chloe’s arm and yank her out to his car, bend her over the hood and fuck her in front of God and the world.
She stood at the end of the hall, an irresolute look on her face. Technically, she should be off by now, so she may have run out of excuses to stick around. He flicked the vibrator on. She whirled and looked down the hall, seeing where he stood in Dr. Reinhart’s doorway. Without signalling, she turned and walked into the supply closet.
He smiled. Well, why not finish things where they started?
The idea of fucking her in the supply closet while his colleagues stood shooting the shit less than twenty feet away had a lot of appeal.
He eased back from his position, drifting away without excusing himself. At the end of the hall, he twisted the handle to the supply closet and slipped in, noiselessly.
Chloe stood much like he’d found her that morning—backed against the shelves. But this time, her eyes looked wild. He closed the distance between them in a few swift strides, capturing the back of her head and holding it to plunder her mouth.
She twined her arms around his neck, throwing her weight against him as she kissed back, her sweet little tongue tangling with his. When they broke apart, he held out his palm, using his best operating room voice, “lube.”
“Yes, doctor,” she whispered, reaching for a box containing a tube of lubricant and handing it to him.
“Turn around and bend over,” he instructed. He shook the tube out of the box and opened it. “Pull down your pants.”
She did not hesitate this time, yanking down her pants and panties.
Smearing a generous amount of jelly on his finger, he parted her cheeks and rubbed it over her anus.
She shot a worried glance over her shoulder.
“That’s right, Chloe,” he said in a low voice. “I’m going to fuck your ass, while you have a vibrator buzzing in your pussy and the rest of your bosses are just a few feet away.”
She whimpered.
He fully realized if they were caught, they would probably both be kicked out of the practice, but for some reason, it seemed completely worth the risk.
He pressed his thumb against her anus until she relaxed it enough for him to enter. He reached around with his other hand and stroked her pussy while he eased his thumb up to the knuckle, wiggling it inside her.
“Oh please, God!” she whispered.
“I am your God aren’t I?” he murmured.
“Yes,” she answered, more readily than he expected. “I need you so badly.”
He shoved his thumb in all the way and withdrew it, then buried it again.
“Ohhhh,” Chloe moaned.
He freed his cock, put on a condom and rubbed more lube on the head before bringing it to her little hole.
Chloe tensed and he stroked his palm down her back. “You can do this,” he assured her. “Just relax and let me in. The more you surrender, the better it will feel.” He turned the vibrator up to a higher level and circled her clit with his finger.
The muscles in her back softened and her anus opened once more. He pushed in, just a little bit and stopped to allow her to get accustomed to his girth.
“Doctor...Drake, I mean Darren,” she panted.
He eased in a little further. “You’re doing great, baby girl.”
“Mm, it’s so intense.”
“Yes. The pleasure will be all the more intense too.” He used more pressure, penetrating deeper into her deliciously tight channel.
“More,” she grunted.
“You’re ready?”
“Yes...oh God yes!”
He pushed into the hilt, slowly withdrew and pressed in again. “You feel so good,” he gritted, beginning to lose composure as his senses overloaded. He gripped her hips to hold her still, pumping smoothly into her, listening to her muffled squeals.
“Yes...yes!” she moaned in an urgent whisper.
He suddenly wished they were not in danger of being overheard, because he wanted to shout with his release, which he had built to the bursting point.
“Oh, God, Pleeeease!”
He curled his fingers inside her and her muscles spasmed. “Yes!” he hissed, slamming into her and remaining pressed deep inside as he pinched her clit.
“Oh,” she sobbed, sagging beneath him.
He wrapped an arm around her waist to stabilize her and eased out, pulling off the condom placing it in the box the lube had come in. Seeking the loop to the vibrator, he gently tugged it out.
She gave a cry of surprised disappointment.
He turned it off and tucked it in his doctor’s coat pocket, along with the box and lube. Pulling up her panties and pants, he spun her around and captured her mouth, kissing her deeply.
She leaned into him and he wrapped his arms around her to lend his strength to her still trembling form.
“Good girl,” he said.
She offered her lips again, looking completely dazed.
He stroked them with his own, drinking in her softness, amazed at the way she’d given herself to him so fully, so fearlessly. He cleared his throat. “The prognosis looks good, Miss Jones.”
“The prognosis on what?” she murmured.
“On our on-going chemistry together.”
She arched her back, pressing her firm tits against his ribs. “What about the lousy date?” The question sounded light, but her eyes searched his face with a trace of vulnerability, as if his answer might mean more than she let on.
“I told you—I’ve got that handled. Now, here’s what I want you to do: walk out of the supply closet. If the coast is clear for me to come out, let me know. If not, shut the door and leave. I’ll find my own way out later. Got it?”
She grinned, her eyes twinkling. “Got it.”
“Oh and Chloe?”
She turned, smiling a bright smile. “Yeah?”
“Leave your phone number on my desk before you go.”
Her smile widened. “Okay.”
He caught her arm. “Yes, doctor,” he corrected.
“Yes, doctor.” She kissed him again and turned away, slipping out.
Chloe left the supply closet on wobb
ly legs, her sex still pulsing. She froze, trying to compose her face when she saw the group of doctors coming straight at her.
“Chloe! Why are you still here?”
“Oh, I uh...just needed to reorganize some things in the supply closet. I think everything should be nice and orderly now!” she adlibbed.
Dr. Dihns looked at her watch. “Well, I don’t think we needed you to work overtime on it,” she said doubtfully.
“I don’t expect you to pay me for this!” she reassured them. “It was just for my own sanity.”
“Well, come along, we’re ready to lock up.”
“Yep, I’m coming. I think Dr. Drake is still around here somewhere. Maybe in the restroom?”
“Oh yes, I see his car out there,” Dr. Reinhart called from the door to the parking lot. “Okay, good night!”
She walked swiftly toward the first exam room, where she stowed her purse, since she didn’t have an office. When she returned, the doctors had left, as she hoped. She ran to the supply closet and swung open the door. “All clear!”
Dr. Drake was leaning against the shelves, his arms folded casually across his chest, as if hiding in a supply closet was a perfectly comfortable and ordinary experience for him. He stood and sauntered out.
Remembering his instructions, she scurried ahead of him to his office, writing her phone number on a prescription pad.
She found him in an exam room, washing and sterilizing the bullet. “Well...goodnight,” she offered.
He looked over his shoulder and smiled. “I’m in surgery all day tomorrow and Wednesday, but Thursday I want you to wear your hair in that one-sided braid and bring a change of clothes so we can go out.”
She stopped, not sure whether to be offended or turned on by his bossy presumption. What if she had other plans for Thursday night? Of course, even if she had, she’d drop them in a heartbeat for a date with Dr. Dreamy.
He arched a brow in the stomach-dropping way he had and she understood it was deliberate.
Next time I’ll tell you what to wear, when to speak and how to speak to me.
She licked her lips. What did he have in store for her?