What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG Book 5)

by Cathryn Fox

  It was cold and I flinched a little. “Stay still,” he said, his voice firm. I nodded in compliance and held as still as I could, while the heat in my pussy heated up the speculum. I heard the clicks as he opened the speculum. I felt the walls of my vagina stretch wide as they struggled to accommodate his desires.

  I moaned. It was all so very good. Pulse waves of pleasure danced through my body, and they threatened to overflow as his knuckles grazed my clitoris. Not an accident; his gaze was on mine, and there was heat in his eyes.

  “Miss Preston,” he said, his voice utterly commanding. “Clench your muscles, and make sure that speculum does not fall out, do you understand?”

  Whoa. How was I supposed to do that when my pussy was slick with juice? “Yes, Dr. Anderson,” I said, submissively, clenching the muscles of my vagina around the speculum.

  “If that falls out, Miss Preston,” he added, his voice silken, “I will put the gag back in your mouth, and fuck your throat, and you will have no choice about it, do you understand?”

  Oh my god. My pussy creamed even more at his words, at the clenching spasm that shivered through my entire body as I contemplated his cock pushed down my throat. I almost let the speculum slide out. I wanted him in my mouth that badly, but then I smiled, and nodded. I wanted to do this for him; play by his rules and accede to his desires.

  He moved between my legs again, and this time, his fingers were at my anal opening, and he was lubing me up in preparation for the anal speculum. I couldn’t help it, I clenched a little, until I met his eyes and saw both the laughter and the warning in them. Both sides of Patrick. I eased the muscles of my ass and the speculum went in.

  Again, the sounds of the clicks were loud in the room as my ass was opened.

  I lay there, both holes gaping open, as Patrick pulled the stool forward, the stool that I had licked clean of my pussy juice, and positioned himself between my legs.

  “Time for your vaginal and rectal examination, Miss Preston,” he said. “Remember, don’t let the speculum fall out.”

  “Yes, Dr. Anderson,” I muttered.

  He leaned forward and his mouth found my clitoris. Had it not been for the fact that I was thoroughly tied down, I would have jumped right off the table.

  His stubble grazed my freshly shaved lips, his tongue worked around the speculum, tracing the outline where it met my pussy. He lathered my clitoris with attention; soft licks alternating with harder rubs till my hands were clenched and my fingers taut around the red ball. I wanted to thrash and flail and give into the fire his mouth was inciting in me, but I was tied down and unable to move. There was nothing I could do but accept the pleasure he was giving me.

  His hands were on my thighs as his mouth ravaged my clitoris. His nails were digging into my flesh, as a painful counterpoint to the pleasure of his lips and tongue. I groaned. I had been teetering on the edge of orgasm almost since I walked in the door, and I couldn’t last, but yet, I wanted to last.

  “Dr. Anderson, may I orgasm?” I begged him. I didn’t know why I begged him. I only knew I had to; that I needed him to permit me my release.

  “Anytime you want, Miss Preston.” His voice was muffled but there was no doubting the tone. There was pleasure that I’d asked, and warmth as he gave me permission.

  That was all I had needed. His tongue flicked once more at my clitoris, and I came in a shattering release, crying out his name, as the waves of longing pulsed all over my body, and I alternately tensed and relaxed as the contractions hit me, until I was finally satiated, and every muscle in my body was slack.

  Every. Muscle. In. My. Body.

  I winced as the speculum clattered on the floor. I heard Patrick stand up. I saw him straighten, his eyes amused.

  “Ah, Miss Preston, you are going to regret that.”

  Chapter Ten

  Patrick:

  I retrieved a new gag from the drawer. I couldn’t be bothered to take the time to clean the one we’d used earlier.

  She watched me, turning her head as much as she was able. When I brought the gag to her, her eyes were bright with anticipation and heavy with heat, and she opened her mouth willingly for me to gag her.

  She was so delightful to play with. There was such an active element to her submission. With every single action, she was choosing to accede to my will; to let me dictate the terms of her pleasure. But she wasn’t passive. She participated fully in her pleasure and she gave in openly to the needs of her body.

  I didn’t know what to make of her. I only knew I wanted her very, very badly.

  I unzipped my fly and took out my cock. I’d been ready for what seemed like hours and I needed relief desperately. I was probably going to last thirty seconds in her throat.

  She should have been panicked as I pushed my cock down her throat. After all, her mouth was held open with a gag. But no, not Lisa. There was a smile in her eyes and she was openly letting me know she wanted this as well, perhaps as badly as I did.

  So very unexpected.

  I pushed into her throat and closed my eyes as the feeling of her overwhelmed me. I thrust into her mouth, I reached to her breasts and pinched her nipples and I tried as best as I could not to explode in her mouth the instant I felt her tongue on my dick.

  Her throat vibrated around my cock as she moaned. I pulled out to make sure she could breathe, but again, the look in her eyes was enjoyment, not fear. And so I took her throat, pushing in and taking my pleasure, and she was right there with me, every step of the way. She was an active participant in her throat fucking.

  I was close. I’d been close for a long time, and when she moaned again with my dick in her mouth, I came hard with a shout, semen shooting down her throat.

  She held her tongue out to catch every last drop I fed her. I reached for her gag and removed it. She licked her lips.

  “Thirsty?” I asked her.

  She nodded. “Yes, Dr. Anderson,” she said meekly, staying in the scene.

  I looked at her. She was beautiful, this woman, sweat glistening on her skin, her curls cascading all over the place. Playing with her had been surprisingly fun. I grinned. I had one final thing to do to her. I picked up the speculum off the floor, the one that had been in her vagina. “Lick it clean,” I instructed her.

  She laughed a sound of utter enjoyment. “Yes, Dr. Anderson,” she said, meeting my eyes, as she stuck the tip of her tongue out and lapped the stainless steel of the speculum, cleaning it as I’d instructed.

  Lisa:

  When we were done, he removed the speculum in my ass and freed me from my bindings, handing me the long-forgotten hospital robe with a twinkle in his eyes.

  “My office will call you to schedule a follow-up, Miss Preston,” he said.

  I looked at him, laughing a little. “You take such good care of me, Dr. Anderson,” I murmured. Every inch of my body felt energized. He pulled me into a hug for a moment and I leaned against him with my eyes closed. Finally, he pulled away.

  “Get changed, Miss Preston, I’ll see you downstairs.” He smiled at me as he closed the door, leaving me alone to change.

  Something was wrong. Once the waves of arousal had passed, my mind had latched in on a thought: something didn’t add up.

  I dressed, with my mind turning around in circles, trying to tease out what was wrong. And finally, I had it. The bit that didn’t add up.

  Patrick had mentioned spanking women before, but he’d said he wasn’t particularly dominant. But here, today, in this room, there had been too much control and too much calm assurance. He had definitely done this before. Perhaps not this particular scene, but he had definitely played before.

  His movement had been sure. He’d watched me the right way, the way a Dom watches a sub during a scene, with focused attention. He’d hit my pussy with the precise amount of force for it to be pleasurable. Everything he’d done today demonstrated a practised control that only came with experience.

  What was Dr. Patrick Anderson not telling me?


  I made my way downstairs.

  I was going to find out.

  Read on for an excerpt from Observation (Doctor Dom Volume 2)!

  Observation (Doctor Dom Volume 2)

  Text copyright © 2014 Tara Crescent

  ***Patrick and Lisa continue to see each other, but they are both keeping secrets; secrets that could tear them apart. How long before they find out what the other has been hiding?***

  There is an eight month period in my life that I do not permit myself to think about. The eight months of my life when I was Nick O’Malley’s sexual submissive.

  Eight months of the best sex I’d ever had. Eight months of spankings and nipple clamps, eight months of floggers and whips, eight months of swiftly escalating obedience and submission.

  And then, things started escalating in a way that I was powerless to resist.

  I recognised the look in Patrick’s eyes today because I’d seen it before. I’d seen the same look in Nick’s eyes for eight months – a certain focused intensity and a calm control, before he began to steadily strip apart every little bit of who I was, every little spark of personality, to create a sweet, willing submissive instead.

  When I finally summoned the courage to break my terrible addiction, I made a promise to myself. No more. I’d play my spanking games, and I’d play at submission. But I could sense dominance in men, and I avoided it; I had determined that I was not strong enough to survive again.

  The look in Patrick’s eyes took me back to that dark time. And I was adamant I wouldn’t go there again.

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

  Read on for an excerpt from Observation (Doctor Dom Volume 2)…

  Lisa:

  I was a distracted, horny mess. I couldn’t think about Patrick without thinking about the way he had spanked me; the way he had strapped me down to the examination table and thrust his cock down my throat; the way he had pulled me into his body as he handed me coffee Sunday morning. By the time Wednesday evening came around, I would have spontaneously combusted if he so much as looked at my clitoris.

  “Miss Preston,” Patrick greeted me at his door. I was dressed casually, since I was aware the clothes weren’t going to stay on for very long; jeans and a t-shirt; a hoodie thrown over it. Even my lingerie underneath was plain; a simple grey cotton bra and panties. Functional clothes; I’d be taking them off shortly.

  “Dr. Anderson,” I replied.

  “Go on to the examination room please, and change into the robe,” he said. “I’ll be along in a minute.”

  “Yes, Doctor,” I said obediently, and made my way upstairs. My hands were shaking; my entire body was tingling in anticipation. Standing in the middle of the examination room, I forced myself to take several deep breaths before I stepped out of my clothing, and into the almost-transparent robe.

  He had warned me when we talked on the phone Monday that today would be intense; he had insisted on a safeword. Red. I kept it simple. He wouldn’t tell me anything else; laughing and refusing to ruin the surprise. I changed into my robe on autopilot while reliving the memory of our conversation Monday, and I realized I was smiling. Fuck. Three dates, a couple of phone calls, and I was seriously hooked. This was trouble.

  I sat down on the stool, the metal cold against my bare ass, and I waited for him.

  A knock, and he entered. He looked gorgeous; he was wearing his white lab coat, and under it, a blue shirt and grey slacks; I wanted to rip it all from his body; and take his hard length in me; I’d been fantasising about Patrick since Sunday.

  “Safeword?” he asked, searching my eyes for any hint of unease.

  “Red,” I replied instantly. I should have been nervous at the need for a safeword; I hadn’t used one since Nick, twelve long years ago. But instead, I couldn’t wait to get started. There was an ease here; I felt safe with Patrick. He grinned and nodded.

  “Miss Preston,” he said, smiling at me, warmth both in his eyes and in his voice. “I see from my notes here that you are still having trouble achieving orgasm?”

  I bit back my laugh; that would ruin the scene. But I was laughing inside; yes, indeed, I was having trouble achieving orgasm, given that Patrick had expressly forbidden me to do so. I looked at him in amusement; his lips twitched in response. Then he shook his head slightly. “Play along,” he mouthed silently at me.

  “Yes Doctor,” I said meekly, my eyes lowered, getting into the game. My cheeks flushed as I imagined how embarrassing it would be to have this conversation with my gynecologist. How mortified I would be if in fact I couldn’t orgasm, and needed to seek help.

  “Well, Miss Preston, so far, we’ve tried all the obvious things; we’ve changed your diet, you’ve started sleeping better, we’ve tried drugs; nothing’s seemed to work. However, I’ve been reading about an experimental procedure from Germany that might help, if you would be willing to give it a try?”

  “What does this involve, Doctor?” I asked, as if this were a real conversation we were having.

  His eyes were laughing at me. “Well, Miss Preston, the procedure involves getting you close to orgasm, repeatedly, for a period of time, and then letting you orgasm, again repeatedly, for a period of time. Let’s say about 30 minutes of getting you close to orgasm; and about 20 or 30 minutes of orgasms.

  I looked at him; my eyes wide; fear intermingled with arousal in my expression. I could feel the stirrings of lust rise in me. He was right; this was going to be very intense.

  “Umm, and are there no other procedures that might work, Dr. Anderson?” I asked. I was stalling.

  He looked at me. There was not a trace of anger in him at my hesitation. His eyes were calm and steady. Every bit of his body breathed reassurance at me. I took a deep breath. This was Patrick. I liked him; I trusted him. He would not throw more at me than I could handle.

  He came up to me; took my hands in his. “I strongly recommend this approach, Miss Preston,” he said evenly.

  “Okay, Dr. Anderson, I trust you,” I whispered. He grinned at me; kissed me briefly on my forehead.

  “Good,” he said crisply, back in role. “Let’s get going then. I think it’s best if you are restrained, Miss Preston; the research suggests that it can get quite intense, and you might move around and hurt yourself.”

  “Yes, Dr. Anderson,” I said. “Should I get on the examination table?”

  “Please,” he said politely.

  I obediently got on the table; Patrick slid me to the end of the table, strapped my legs in the stirrups, spreading them wide open. My gown rode up my hips; my pussy and ass were on display. I could feel his eyes on them.

  “You kept it shaved,” he said, looking at me with a smile.

  I blushed. I was embarrassed; I’d shaved my pussy for him. I didn’t reply. His smile grew wider; and one hand reached out very gently and stroked my cheek. He didn’t say anything; but I could feel his appreciation, and that made me feel less foolish.

  He did something to the table, and the part of the table that was under my head and torso lifted up a little. Patrick helped me up; inclined the table to a half-sitting position. “I want you to watch,” he said simply, when I looked at him inquiringly.

  “You’ll need your hands free,” he said to me, “but let’s strap your waist down, at least.” My gown was removed before I could protest, and straps went around my waist, and under my breasts; he tightened them quickly and efficiently; and then wandered over to the closet.

  My eyes widened when I saw what he pulled out, and I gulped. “Dr. Anderson,” I said, my voice a little high-pitched from nerves. “What is that?” I knew what it was; but I was waiting for his confirmation.

  He grinned at me. “Miss Preston,” he drawled, “have you never seen a fucking machine before? I’ll have to make sure you are watching more porn.”

  If you would like to read more, pick up Observation (Doctor Dom Volume 2).

  The Doctor Dom Series cons
ists of five novels, all with elements of BDSM and medical play:

  Triage (Doctor Dom Volume 1)

  Observation (Doctor Dom Volume 2)

  Diagnosis (Doctor Dom Volume 3)

  Relapse (Doctor Dom Volume 4)

  Recovery (Doctor Dom Volume 5)

  Doctor Dom Series Sequence One (Triage | Observation | Diagnosis)

  End Notes

  Dear Reader,

  I hope you enjoyed reading Triage (Doctor Dom Volume 1) as much as I enjoyed writing it.

  If you’d like to know when my books are released, please visit my website to sign up for my new release email alerts. I hope you’ll also leave a review with your thoughts on this book – I can’t wait to hear what you think of it!

  Happy reading!

  Tara Crescent

  http://www.taracrescent.com

  Books by Tara Crescent

  BDSM Romance:

  Teaching Maya

  The House of Pain

  The Professor’s Pet

  A Thief in Venice

  BDSM & Medical Play:

  Triage (Doctor Dom Volume 1)

  Observation (Doctor Dom Volume 2)

  Diagnosis (Doctor Dom Volume 3)

  Relapse (Doctor Dom Volume 4)

  Recovery (Doctor Dom Volume 5)

  Doctor Dom Series Sequence One (Triage | Observation | Diagnosis)

  BDSM Fantasy:

  Magic Everywhere (Chronicles of Raan Volume 1)

  Raina’s Wedding (Chronicles of Raan Volume 2)

  Leila’s Training (Chronicles of Raan Volume 3)

  Chronicles of Raan

  Erotic Shorts:

  Adventures of Suzie and the Alien (Volumes 1-5)