The Girl, the Doctor, and the Texas Ranger
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“I—I’m sorry, Dr. Anderson.”
He shook his head and sighed in disappointment before yanking the paper down. He tore it off, crumbled the soiled paper up, and rolled a fresh sheet over the table. After disposing of the old paper, he glared down at Emily. She thought he looked older in the white doctor’s coat, and she felt small under his authoritative stare.
“Naughty patients must be disciplined, Ms. Hall. Please place your hands on the edge of the table and stick your bottom out.” As he spoke, he worked his belt off and drew it from his waist with a whoosh.
Emily complied, the cool air streaming from the vent above hitting her privates as she spread her legs a bit. She stuck her bottom out and gripped the table. She peeked over her shoulder as he walked to her side, her gaze drawn to the folded belt dangling from his hand. Thwack! It landed with a resounding smack as it crashed into her flesh, and she gasped and tried to rise up, but Daniel put a steadying hand on her lower back. The belt struck her bare bottom nine more times, each strike searing across her skin like a lash of fire. When he released his hold on her, she rose up and danced on her toes, rubbing her tender backside.
“Ah, ah, ah, no rubbing, young lady. Now please get back on the table and try not to be so naughty this time, Ms. Hall.”
“Yes, Dr. Anderson.”
* * *
Daniel took his time kneading around Emily’s firm breasts, checking each one twice. Throughout the exam, her eyes remained shut and her breathing heavy. He suspected he’d find another spot of moisture on the paper if he checked, but he decided to tease his little girl in other ways.
“Everything feels normal,” he said.
She opened her eyes and turned her head toward him, locks of hair falling in her face. She brushed the silken strands from her eyes and bit her lip, looking shy and innocent as she lay on the table. And goddamn adorable. She released her lip, and his cock hardened to see it swollen and red. He’d put that sweet mouth to work later, after they arrived home.
“Now, Ms. Hall, I want you to scoot your bottom all the way to the edge of the table and put your feet in the stirrups.” He helped her into position, stepping back to admire the view once her feet were in place, her spread bottom resting on the edge. Her pussy lips were parted, revealing a copious amount of moisture glistening within the plump folds. A few steps closer and he smelled her sweetness, pungent and feminine and uniquely Emily. God, she was intoxicating.
He searched around in the cabinets for a disposable clear plastic speculum. Tearing the package open, he turned to allow Emily to witness him pulling it out. She paled and gawked at the item in his hand, her legs trembling in the stirrups. Next, he grabbed a new bottle of lubricating gel and carried both items to his naughty little patient, enjoying the open shock falling over her features. Sinking down on his stool, he wheeled between her legs, his eyes level with her spread bottom area. He brought the overhead lamp down and flipped it on, shining the light directly on her pussy.
“Keep your legs open while I coat you with lubricant,” he said, squirting a generous amount on his gloved fingers.
“Oh!” she gasped and then started when he placed the cool lube over her already slick lips. “That’s cold!” she said, her tone accusatory.
He peeked around her legs, raising an eyebrow at her. “Young lady, I suggest you remain cooperative or I’ll take my belt to your bottom again.”
“Yes, Dr. Anderson. I’m sorry.” She closed her eyes and her bottom clenched and unclenched as he continued spreading the lubricant around her lips and within, using two fingers to thrust in and out.
He relished the sound of her whimpers, grinning when he spotted her hands curled into tiny fists at her side. Taking hold of the speculum, he placed the tip at her pussy entrance. “Keep very still for this part, Ms. Hall.”
Her only response was another whimper. She remained still as he inserted the phallus-shaped end of the speculum, but her head thrashed from side to side and her legs continued to tremble.
“Everything looks fine so far, Ms. Hall. No need to worry. Let me take another look at your pretty pink parts, and then we’ll move on to your anal examination.”
A frustrated groan left her, and her fists pounded the table once.
Daniel’s cock chaffed against his pants as he drank in the sight before him. The clear plastic levered handle of the speculum protruded from between Emily’s stretched pussy. He wheeled closer and reached for her clit, which was swollen red and protruding above the contraption. He spread the lube around it, gazing up her flat stomach to the fullness of her breasts and peaking nipples. Arching her hips, she pressed her center against his swirling finger. Her fisted hands opened and she gripped the side of the table, her face contorting as her mouth fell open. Moaning, she climaxed right there on the table, the speculum still deep inside her. After the tremors of her orgasm faded, Daniel slowly removed the speculum, inching it out of her pussy as she gasped for air.
“You’re very responsive, Ms. Hall. Did you know that?”
She didn’t answer.
Daniel disposed of the speculum and hurried back to Emily’s side. He touched her arm as he lowered the table, making her lie flat on her back. “Take your feet out of the stirrups and scoot up on the table, then turn over on your tummy.”
As she complied and assumed the new position, he reached into his pocket for the thermometer he’d retrieved from the supply room. He patted her bottom, then paused to caress the red stripes left by his belt. Emily kept her face turned to the side and facing the wall, but she lifted her head and glanced over her shoulder the moment he spread her bottom cheeks apart.
“Before I inspect your bottom, I’m going to take your temperature, Ms. Hall.”
“Please don’t.” She clamped her legs together, but it didn’t deter his exploration of her rosebud. He placed a dollop of the cool lubrication to her quivering hole, slipping one glove covered fingertip into her tightness.
“Your bottom hole is extremely tight. I’m going to need more lube.” Daniel added another generous squirt of lubrication to her puckering hole, working it inside her with slow and gentle thrusts.
He removed his finger and pressed the tip of the thermometer to her tight entrance, pushing the slim object into her until it was fully seated.
“Hold this in your bottom. Don’t you dare push it out.” Releasing her cheeks, he enjoyed the vision of the thermometer poking out of her firm little backside. “Three minutes,” he announced, backing up to the counter. He leaned against it, his eyes fixed on his squirming patient.
Emily kept shifting on the table, moving her head from side to side and lifting up on her elbows as if trying to get comfortable. Each time she moved, her bottom clenched. Daniel grinned, knowing she was trying her best to hold the thermometer in place.
“All right. Time’s up,” he said after the three minutes ended. “Ah, looks like you don’t have a fever.” He withdrew the thermometer from her bottom hole and set it aside, keeping her cheeks splayed open. More lubrication followed, and he worked it into her bottom hole the same way he’d done earlier.
“Are you finished yet?” Desperation resounded in her tone, and she meet his eyes with a pleading look.
Shaking his head, he moved closer to her spread center. “Not yet, Ms. Hall. I need to get my finger all the way inside you now.”
She turned and buried her face in her hands, and he detected the scent of her arousal, noting more moisture leaking from her slit that definitely wasn’t from the lube. Thrusting deep, he inserted one finger into her snug little bottom hole. Her muscles clamped down on his finger, and she emitted tiny whimpers as he remained unmoving inside her exquisite tightness. God, she was so unbelievably tight. She tried to pull away from him, but he stilled her with a firm hand to her lower back, holding her in position atop the paper that kept crinkling with her movements.
“Clench down a few times so I can check your anal tone. Five times should do it.”
“I couldn’t p
“Do you require another demonstration about what happens to naughty patients? Hmm?”
She released a loud, frustrated sigh, then a second later clamped her muscles around his digit.
“Very nice, Ms. Hall. Now again. Good girl. Again.” He kept his finger submerged in her tight hole until she reached five clenches before pulling out of her, removing his gloves with a snap and tossing them in the trash.
“Your examination is finished. You may put your clothes back on.” He picked up her folded clothing and handed her the dress and bra, but tucked her panties into his pocket as she watched, wide-eyed and flushing. “You won’t be needing these in the foreseeable future.”
Before they left his office, Daniel asked her if she was interested in birth control. She nodded and after a brief discussion, they decided on a depo shot. She closed her eyes as he gave her the shot, and he placed a Band-Aid on her arm and kissed it while she giggled.
“All done,” he said. “Now, let’s go home. It’s going to be a long night for you, Emily.”
Chapter Eight
Emily’s heart pounded as she writhed beneath Daniel’s strong, muscular body. She had walked by Daniel’s bedroom every day since her arrival at the Twisted River, but she’d never gone inside—let alone stripped naked and crawled under his sheets. Now here she was, pressed to the bed, flesh to flesh, as he trailed kisses up and down her neck. His hard cock nudged against her inner thigh, and she lifted her hips in invitation. She groaned when he continued to tease her with kisses, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer.
“You were the naughtiest patient I’ve ever had, Emily.” His mouth covered hers, his tongue delving inside as he kissed her hard, literally taking her breath away. Tremors of desire shook her to her very core, and the frantic need to feel his length filling her up spurred her to struggle against him, fighting to quench her desires.
“Please, Daniel,” she said once he broke away from her mouth. “Please love me. I need it. I need you so very badly right now.”
Chuckling, he brushed a hand over her breast, flicking her nipple twice before pinching it until she gasped. The pain traveled straight to her clit, where it transformed to a pulsing pleasure that made her cry out with need.
Damn him. He knew exactly what he was doing. She’d come undone at his hands halfway through the medical examination in his office, but she’d been aching for another release by the time he finished. Instead of stroking her clit again though, he’d ordered her to get dressed. During the drive home, he’d caught her with her hands between her legs. After smacking each of her hands twice, he instructed her to fold her hands behind her head for the remainder of the car ride. “The next time I catch you touching yourself, Emily, I’ll spank your pussy,” he’d said.
Of course, his threat had only increased her arousal, making the car ride home that much more difficult. She felt every vibration of the engine and every little bump in the road. By the time they pulled up to the ranch house, she was shaking with desire and leaking moisture on her dress. He’d noticed this and scolded her for it before leading her to his bedroom, where he yanked her clothing off and gave her a quick over the knee spanking for making a mess.
Back in the present, she tried to scoot her body down to align her center with his cock. Her efforts cost her another pinched nipple.
Daniel sat up, straddling her and glaring down at her, his eyes glimmering black in the lamplight. She’d asked to turn off the light, but he’d said he wanted to see all of her. Considering he’d shined a lamp on her pussy in his office, she hadn’t protested further.
“Spread those thighs a little wider.” He shifted up, allowing her room to move her legs apart before straddling her once more. “Put your hands up by your head and keep them there. They have a tendency to wander, don’t they?”
Whimpering, she lifted her hands to her head, anticipating his next move with her entire being.
“Now, I’m going to demonstrate what kind of punishment you can expect in the future should Trevor or I catch you touching your pussy.” He cupped her slick mound. “This belongs to us. We’re in charge of your pleasure, Emily, from here on out. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Very good. Now keep those hands up.” He flattened his fingers over her clit. Raising his hand, he brought his fingers down over her pussy, delivering the first stinging spank.
“Oh, God!” She tried to close her legs, but the weight of his body prevented her movement.
Another slap. And another. He centered the blows to her clit, each one stinging yet making her stiffened nub throb harder and harder. She grasped the headboard railing, needing something to hold on to. The severity of the spanks increased, the sound of sticky slaps filling her ears as she tried not to cry out and failed. She wailed and tried to throw him off the bed, but he put more weight on her center and guided her hands back to the headboard.
Heart pounding, she watched as he pulled a condom packet out of his nightstand drawer. As he tore it open and rolled the rubber down his thick, hard rod, he held her gaze with a look so primal she became frozen with anticipation.
He gripped her hips, positioned his cock at her wet entrance, and slammed into her pussy, rattling her senses. So deep, and then he was finally inside her. The first few thrusts were hard but with several seconds in between. More teasing. He sucked her breasts, holding each nipple in his teeth while he tongued her sensitive peaks. Their bodies danced together as he gradually increased the pace of his thrusts until the headboard rattled against the wall as he fucked her hard. And long. Goodness gracious, the man had stamina.
His fingers dug into her hips, and she grabbed onto his waist, urging him to pound her harder. She wasn’t a virgin. She’d had sex before. But she’d never been fucked before. Not like this. Daniel became one with her, guiding her toward a blissful precipice as her vision clouded and the world faded. Each thrust, each bite, each kiss, and each touch forged their hearts as one. The expression he wore as he stared at her made her feel like she truly belonged to him. As her heart softened and emotion burned in her throat, she fell over the precipice into an ocean of pleasure so wide and deep, she didn’t return until his gentle words coaxed her back to reality.
She opened her eyes, not remembering when she’d shut them. Glancing down, she realized his cock was still buried deep inside her. He hadn’t climaxed yet, and her sore pussy pulsed around his huge thickness.
He shifted on the bed, drawing her lifeless legs up over his shoulders. “God, I love you, Emily.” Emotion strained his voice.
Despite her complete and utter exhaustion, she smiled up at him as the world came into focus. Everything—all her fears and troubles and hopes and dreams—made sense in this moment. It was as if the universe had conspired for them to meet and fall in love. She spared a few tender thoughts for Trevor too, who was working a late night. They’d made this ranch house in the middle of Nowhere, Texas feel like home in the span of a few weeks. She became lost in Daniel’s eyes, and a tear rolled down her cheek.
“I love you too, Daniel. I never want to leave here.”
The last few words she spoke shocked her, and she covered her mouth as if to erase the confession. She’d never depended on anyone in her life, ever. It frightened the hell out of her, but perhaps it was time to take a risk. To open her heart and let Daniel and Trevor inside. To love freely and receive love freely.
He cupped her face and planted a soft kiss on her lips. His throbbing cock lurched within her depths, and he resumed his thrusting, starting slow and gradually quickening his pace as he’d done before. His features twisted as he came. She circled her arms around his waist until his cock ceased jerking in her pussy.
Drained of energy, they collapsed on the bed with their limbs entwined. He placed gentle kisses all over her face and drew back to stare into her eyes. “I��m glad you never want to leave here, Emily. I feel like I’ve waited for you forever.”
Despite his seriousness, she couldn’t restrain a teasing giggle. “Was I worth the wait?”
“I’d wait a thousand more years.”
Her smile faded and she stroked his face, his stubble scratching her fingertips. “What about a thousand and one?”
“Don’t sass me while I’m being sentimental.” He tapped her nose playfully. “I am not opposed to giving you a third spanking today.”
* * *
Trevor hurried upstairs, his mind on his bed. He’d had a late meeting with his captain to go over the evidence he’d presented for the case against Patrick, and the old man had taken his jolly good time going through the statements Trevor had collected. But he’d agreed to request permission from the director to investigate the crooked police officer, bringing Trevor one step closer to nailing Patrick’s balls to the wall.
As he moved past Daniel’s room, the door opened and his brother walked out, smelling of… sex. Trevor grinned as they faced one another.
“Taking care of our girl?” His question wasn’t spoken with malice. Quite the opposite.
Daniel ran a hand through his hair and rubbed his eyes. “She says she wants to stay here with us always, even after the charges against her are dropped. She has no interest in returning to Remsfield, and I’m happy about that. She’s suffered a lot in that town.” He rubbed his eyes again. “How’s the case coming along?”
Trevor described how the meeting with his captain went. “Public officials and officers like Patrick are investigated all the time. The director rarely refuses a request, so I’m hopeful he’ll give the go-ahead in a few days. My captain says a week at the most. We’ll have him rotting in jail soon enough.”
“Do we need to worry about him coming after Emily when he’s out on bail?” Daniel moved away from his bedroom door and Trevor followed.
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