by Livia Grant
There were five submissives left, and Natalie was one of them. She huddled behind the other women, her eyes growing wider and wider. The odds weren’t precisely in his favor, but they were at least better now than during the start of the game.
Chase stepped forward and spun the wheel, and Hunter held Natalie’s gaze as he tossed the marble in. He couldn’t look. He couldn’t breathe. The world faded as their eyes remained locked, and he again recalled the last time he’d seen her. When she’d been at the height of her disgrace, and he’d tried to comfort her. When he’d stroked her hair—so soft and lavender scented—and promised to never hurt her. God, if he could go back to that night, he would grab her and kiss her hard. And he would do more. Call her. Email her. Show up on her goddamn doorstep. Make sure her father didn’t force her into some ridiculous therapy program, or worse—a religious ‘pray the sex-addiction away’ program. Or, kink-addiction, in her case. The bastard advocated such programs on his radio show.
Her bottom lip quivered, and she tucked her hair behind her ears and fidgeted in place.
So nervous, so lovely.
The wheel stopped spinning. Hunter still held her eyes captive in his, unwilling to look away. Unwilling to leave her alone during a moment she required comfort.
“Dark Angel!” Chase called.
Hunter’s heart sank, and he took a deep breath and waited for the submissive to step forward. None of the girls moved. After a moment passed, a few of them exchanged nervous glances.
“Dark Angel!” Chase repeated.
Hunter’s jaw tightened as he scanned the unmatched submissives. What was the problem? Then his eyes once again collided with Natalie’s, and he knew. His heart leaped, and a second later, so did his cock. The dark-haired beauty he’d been pining for had only used a play name. He crooked a finger at her, and the other subbies moved aside, allowing her to pass through and head for the stage.
He met her halfway down the steps, offering his hand. When she reached out and touched him, he swore he heard dark angels singing.
Guiding her up onto the stage, he pressed a hand to her lower back and led her to the activity wheel. She accepted a marble from Chase, and as soon as the wheel started spinning, she tossed it in.
“Medical play!” Chase soon announced.
“Oh, no,” Natalie whispered. She looked from the emcee to his assistant, and then to Hunter. “What if we, um, do you think we could spin again? Please? Just this once?”
“Is medical play one of your hard limits, young lady?” Hunter asked, his mind already running wild with images of her spread open on the exam table, shuddering in embarrassment and ecstasy as he gave her a thorough, shameful inspection.
“No. It’s not. But, surely you can bend the rules. Just this once?”
“Sorry, Dark Angel,” Emma said gently, walking up behind her. “We have to stick to the rules. If you spin an activity that’s not one of your hard limits, the only way out is to safeword. Do you want to use your safeword now?”
Natalie exhaled and stared at the activity wheel. Hunter tensed beside her.
Was she about to say ‘red’ and walk out of his life yet again?
Finally, she shook her head.
“No, I’m not safewording. Not yet, anyway.” She gave him a sudden sassy look that made his palms twitch with the urge to spank her ass bright red.
“All right, then. It’s settled. Medical play.” Hunter guided her away from the wheel, closer to the other paired contestants, but far enough away to afford them some privacy.
“Hunter,” she said, his name almost a gasp on her lips.
“Natalie,” he replied, squeezing her hand in his.
“Are-are you a member of this club?”
“I am. Tell me, how did you get an invite?” Still holding her hand, he reached for her hair with his other hand and stroked through her dark, wavy locks. Just as soft as he remembered, and she still smelled of lavender.
“My boss is a member here. She, um, persuaded me to join in the fun.” She gulped and glanced up at him, her expression one of wariness mingled with excitement. Her cheeks were still flushed, an adorable shade of dark pink. “I go to Overtime sometimes. I’m not new at this. Well, I guess you already know I’m not new at this.”
The pictures. The whole country knew she wasn’t a BDSM novice, but if anyone at Black Light recognized her, they were polite enough not to openly stare.
“Ah, but you’re shaking like a newbie about to endure her first session on the spanking bench.”
“I’m not going to lie, Hunter. Seeing you here is a shock. And medical play,” she said with a shiver. “I almost listed that as one of my hard limits.”
“Sir,” he said sternly. “You will call me ‘sir’ for the remainder of the evening.”
Her lips parted in an audible gasp, and she lowered her gaze. “Yes, sir.” Despite her response, a spark of defiance, almost hidden but definitely present, glinted in her bottomless blue depths. It made his dick harden further. He would enjoy every fucking minute of taming her.
“What activities do you prefer at Overtime?”
“Spanking and whipping mostly, sir.”
“Are you a pain slut?”
She flushed and started to stammer, then swallowed hard and tried again. “Something like that,” she said softly, with obvious reluctance. “I like it hard. I like for the soreness to last for days and days.”
He smirked down at her. “And you think a nice, long session in the medical play area isn’t going to leave you sore enough? Or does it hold little appeal for another reason?”
She pressed her lips together and stared straight ahead, refusing to answer with such an exaggerated, flippant air, that he almost chuckled. Before he could scold her for her naughtiness, the last four Doms were matched to their submissives, and Chase announced that the contestants could begin their first scenes.
He yanked Natalie against him, allowing her to feel the fullness of his erect cock between their clothing. “Are you going to be an obedient little patient tonight, young lady?”
To his surprise, she said, “I will try, sir. It’s only thirty minutes. I suppose I will survive it.”
He cupped her face in his hands, running his thumbs over her blushing cheeks. Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession, drawing his gaze to her ample cleavage. But she wouldn’t be wearing the tight, low-cut black number for much longer.
“I can assure you my inspection is going to last much longer than thirty minutes. I intend to be most thorough.” He stepped back and reached for her hand.
Then he led his nervous submissive off stage and across the room.
Toward the medical play area.
Chapter 5
Holy shit. Hunter Knox, former governor of Virginia, was indeed a dom.
Not only that, but he was Natalie’s dom. For the next three hours, anyway. She wondered how old he was now. Mid-forties, probably, and old enough to be her father. But still sexy as fuck.
She swallowed past the sudden dryness in her throat, gawking ahead at the medical play setup. She stared at the padded examination table, not quite believing her circumstances.
Would Hunter really insert a speculum into her pussy, like a real doctor, and stretch her embarrassingly wide? She eyed the various instruments sitting on the counter, her heart pounding faster.
Had the universe heard her thinking about Hunter recently and decided to pull a prank on her? Or had her guardian angel gotten piss drunk again? It sure felt like one or the other, as she stepped into the room and waited for Hunter’s instructions. She had a feeling he wouldn’t allow her to keep the dress on for much longer. His next words confirmed her suspicions.
“Strip. Dress, heels, bra, panties, everything.”
A dungeon monitor paused in the doorway, holding something weird and tube-shaped in his big beefy hand. “I thought you might like this, Hunter, since you requested one last time you played in this room. This one is brand new.”
“Thanks, A
mos. I owe you one.” Hunter accepted the mysterious object, and with a start, Natalie realized what it was.
A manual clit pump.
She’d seen one in a porn video once. Holy freaking hell. Yep, her guardian angel was definitely drunk tonight. She backed up against the counter and moved her hands in front of her crotch. The dungeon monitor walked away, and a small crowd gathered at the rectangular viewing window, along with a few people standing in the doorway, ready to witness her shame.
“I told you to strip, young lady. Is there a problem?” His commanding tone sent a quiver straight to her pussy.
“Are you really going to use that on me, sir? I mean, I don’t know what kind of doctors you’ve been to, but I’ve certainly never seen a clit pump in a medical office before.”
“Keep up the sass, Dark Angel, and I’ll gag you.”
She lifted her chin and glared at him, unsure of why his use of her play name annoyed her, but it did. “Fine. But call me Natalie. The play name seemed like a good idea when I signed up, but I don’t really like it. Natalie,” she repeated with a bossy air.
He growled, then closed the space between them, crowding her against the counter. Grasping her face hard in his hands, he leaned down until his eyes were level with hers. “Very well. As it happens, I prefer your real name as well. ‘Natalie’ it is, but you had better watch your tone, young lady. In case you’ve forgotten, you’re mine for the next three hours. Mine to examine. Mine to punish. And mine to fuck. Understand?” He squeezed her face harder and pressed himself against her, digging his cock into her stomach. The sternness in his voice sent her libido into overdrive. Hot, quaking pulses assaulted her center, and she had to force herself not to gyrate her hips against him.
Odd, she had never played hard to get with a dom before. Nor had she ever been so impertinent. She told herself it was because of her nervousness over the prospect of medical play, and not due to her unwanted attraction to Hunter. How would she keep him from her thoughts after a night of surrender?
“Yes, sir, I understand.” She forced out the words on a shaky exhale, shuddering in his arms and thrilled at the feral gleam in his gaze.
He backed up and motioned at her dress. “Strip. Now.”
She stepped out of her heels and reached under her dress, grasping the thin fabric of her thong. With a deep sigh, she inched the pathetic excuse for an undergarment down her legs. Next, she slid the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and wiggled the tight dress down over her hips. Her face heated, shame surging through her. She’d gained weight since the last time Hunter had seen her. Not a lot, but enough that she couldn’t fight off a stab of self-consciousness. What if he didn’t like the new her who ate a cupcake whenever she damn well pleased?
Her eyes burned. Fuck. She had no problem getting naked at Overtime when wearing her mask and playing with doms who didn’t know her real name. But Hunter had seen her at her best, when she’d been pageant fit. Yeah, and he’s also seen you in the throes of disgrace.
Feeling vulnerable and exposed, she stepped out of her dress. Now she stood in front of him in nothing but her lacy black bra. She resisted the urge to gather her clothes and run out of the room. She chanced a look at Hunter, and her breath caught at the raw hunger in his eyes.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Did he truly find her pleasing?
Maybe he liked her fat hips. She reached around and unclasped her bra. Bending down to pick up her clothing items, she allowed it to fall into the pile, then placed the bundle on a nearby chair. She straightened and twisted her fingers together, unsure what to do with her hands.
Awkwardness and uncertainty resounded within her.
Why hadn’t he said anything yet?
Her heart pounded and a fresh batch of nerves flittered in her stomach. She glanced at the exam table, and her legs wobbled. Given the mounting ache between her thighs, when he ordered her onto the table and put her legs into the stirrups, he would likely discover her pussy already soaking wet. The telltale warmth of her increasing moisture flared hotter.
He moved in front of her and cupped her breasts, each in turn, and rolled her nipples in a tight grip. Pleasure zinged in her core with each rough tweak. His hot breath wafted against her face, and his nearness made her head swim in a rush of endorphins. She felt on the verge of flying, yet he hadn’t had to smack her. Not one firm spank or lash of the whip.
Without warning, he released her nipples and swept her up in his arms. She leaned into his chest, inhaling his woodsy masculine scent as the world around them faded. She was scarcely aware of the spectators outside the medical room, their faces blurring in her awareness.
Hunter placed her on the table and guided her feet into the stirrups.
Exposing her smooth, freshly waxed pussy.
His nostrils flared as his gaze traveled over her curves, and a lusty growl erupted from him when he came to stand between her spread legs. Staring straight at her spread pussy.
He would spread it wider, she suspected, with the speculum that rested on a nearby tray.
Oh no. The clit pump sat next to the speculum. She hadn’t even seen him put it down. She started to draw her knees together, but before her feet left the stirrups, he delivered a firm swat to her inner thigh.
She gasped and jerked in place. Meeting her eyes with a stern look, he slapped her other inner thigh, this smack harder than the first.
“Don’t be a naughty little patient, Natalie, or I will restrain you.”
“So-sorry, sir,” she blurted. Her nipples still tingled in the aftermath of his rough handling, and the fresh sting on her inner thighs left her itching for more punishment. For a moment, she considered disobeying him just to get her fix, but she quickly dashed such thoughts from her mind. Trying to brat Hunter or top him from the bottom didn’t rest well with her. It didn’t feel honest, and she found herself longing to please him. Longing to make him proud.
He was a member of Black Light. If they won the game together, maybe he would play with her again, during the next month. Did she want that? Did he want that?
Her heart lurched. He’d bought a ticket to the charity ball. He’d planned to see her soon. But had he known she would be a participant in Roulette Redux? Before she could formulate her question, he shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it onto the chair with her clothes.
Then he rolled his sleeves up, all the way to his elbows, revealing his thick muscular forearms. Oh yes. She didn’t bother trying not to stare. When he noticed her gawking at him, he smirked as he moved closer, coming to stand at her side. He groped her breasts, kneading them around in a circle, as if he were a real doctor giving her a breast exam, and then rolled her nipples between his fingers—not very doctor-like, but she wasn’t about to complain.
She arched into his touch, unable to prevent the needy whimper from escaping her throat.
Much too soon, he released her breasts and backed away.
“Everything feels normal so far, young lady. However, you look a bit flushed. I’m afraid I’m going to have to take your temperature.”
He donned a pair of blue latex gloves and selected a thermometer from the tray of instruments, as well as a bottle of lubrication.
She quivered in place as he approached her again, feeling so flushed she wasn’t entirely certain she hadn’t contracted a fever. His next words only made her blush hotter.
“I think we’ll get a more accurate reading if I take your temperature the old-fashioned way, Natalie.”
Chapter 6
“First, I must prepare your little asshole for the thermometer,” he said, enjoying her increasing discomfort. He’d never seen her eyes so wide before. When nervous, she was fucking adorable.
He sat on a short rolling chair, maneuvered himself between Natalie’s trembling legs, and coated one gloved finger with lubrication. The insides of her thighs were reddened from the slaps he’d given her earlier, and he took a moment to admire his marks on her otherwise smooth, pale flesh. Perhaps he wou
ld give her more marks later.
“Scoot your bottom to the end of the table, young lady. I need better access to your back hole.”
“Yes, sir.” She obeyed, but took her time, slowly inching her ass to the edge of the table, which forced her to spread even wider.
“You have a pretty little pussy, Natalie. So smooth, and so pink. Such a lovely view. I can’t help but notice the copious moisture glimmering between your folds though.” He lifted an eyebrow at her in censure. “You weren’t touching yourself before you came to my office today, were you?” He couldn’t resist a bit of roleplay, and he was pleased when she indulged him.
“Wh-what? No, sir. Of course not. It’s just… sometimes I have naughty thoughts, doctor, and my privates get very achy and wet. I can’t help it.” A few of the spectators in the doorway tittered.
“I see. Dare I ask what sorts of naughty thoughts you’ve been having today, young lady?”
She shook her head. “Oh, no, sir. I couldn’t possibly tell you.” She bit her lip and squirmed on the table.
“How modest of you,” he said, unable to keep the amusement from his voice. “Your clit is swollen quite large, though, Natalie. I imagine you’re in great discomfort right now?”
“Yes, sir. I am. I don’t believe my privates have ever felt so achy before.”
“If you are a very well-behaved patient during the rest of your exam, I will finish by tending to your distress. However, if you prove uncooperative, I will smack your thighs again and leave you most unsatisfied.”
“I’ll behave,” she replied, giving him a small smile.
“I’m glad to hear it.” He pressed his lubricated finger to her dark pink pucker. “Now please remain in position while I prepare your back hole for the thermometer. I’m going to coat your insides with the lube, and I intend to do a thorough job of it.”
“Yes, sir.”
He commenced pushing forward, and he relished the tautness of her ass.
“Natalie, you’re extremely tight. Have you ever taken a cock in your asshole before?”