Daisy
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His hands pushed the bottom of my skirt up and over my knees so that it pooled about my waist. As he had last night, he spread my ankles apart and then stepped between them. He looked down at my pussy again, then lifted his gaze to mine.
“You are not wearing your drawers. I am pleased, Mrs. James.”
I reveled in his words and after feeling unsettled all day, my mood seemed to right itself.
“This is your mons pubis and these areas, here and here, are your labia majora.” His fingers slipped over the various portions of my woman’s core as he spoke. While the pressure of his finger was how he’d touched me before, this felt… clinical. “These lips, while swollen from vigorous sexual intercourse, are your labia minora. When I part them with my fingers, the clitoris can be seen. As for you, Mrs. James, your clitoris protrudes from the labia and can be seen even while standing.”
“Ethan.” He glanced up my body at me. “I… I thought…”
“Yes?”
“I thought you said this was my pussy.”
“As you are my patient, I would never consider your body in such terms. Let me continue. Here is your vagina.” One blunt finger slipped inside of me, but it was as if Ethan were another person; a doctor instead of my husband. “As you are familiar after your sexual encounter last evening that a man’s penis will ejaculate within—”
“Enough!” I came up onto my elbows. It was a well taught lesson and I understood that he separated his role as a doctor from him as a man. More particularly, as my husband. “I want Ethan, not Doctor James.”
His brow quirked. “Are you sure, Mrs. James? The woman who I saw at the saloon wanted Doctor James.”
I smiled at him, relieved that he had alleviated my concern in a way that had me confident that he wasn’t lusting after the pussy of a saloon girl or any other woman in town. “I’m sure. My pussy is on display for my husband.”
He grinned and began to roll up his sleeves. “Not quite.”
I looked my fill at his forearms, not usually exposed in such a casual way—a way that was acceptable only for his wife, most definitely not a patient. They were corded with muscle. His hands were what attracted me originally and now I knew what they felt like… what they could do.
“I am going to shave your pussy so I can see all of it. These curls—” he gently tugged on the hair between my legs, “—are in my way. Your skin will be extra sensitive and I know how much you like when I put my mouth on you. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
He glanced down, then ran a finger over my folds. “That’s what I love to see. Look how wet your pussy is getting at the idea of going bare for me. Or was it thinking about coming all over my tongue?”
“Both,” I replied.
“Good girl. You become aroused when you please me.” He tilted his head. “Feeling better?”
I bit my lip and nodded. I felt… restored. I recognized I had a fractious nature that needed his attention, his guiding hand, just as he’d said. If Ethan had sat me down and told me that the woman at the saloon was just a patient and meant nothing, I wouldn’t have understood. He forced me to be vulnerable, to expose myself to him in such a way so I understood that his role as doctor was quite different than his role as husband.
I was given extra care. Extra attention. Perhaps even in Ethan’s own special way, affection. It wasn’t coddling, but I didn’t want that. I needed more and it seemed only Ethan could give it to me. The closeness I had with Dahlia wasn’t enough anymore. Where she found solace and comfort and pleasure in the arms of Garrison, I found my own needs met in my own special way by Ethan.
He held up a shaving mug. “Let me get some water so I can finish this task.”
Once he returned, I held still as he slowly used a razor on my most intimate skin. It didn’t take overlong, but with every careful swipe, I felt as if I was giving more and more of myself to him. More and more of my body—of me—was exposed to him.
After he swiped a clean cloth between my legs, I came up on my elbows and looked down. Gone were the short, dark curls.
Wiping his hands on the cloth, he indicated with his chin. “Feel.”
As he put his supplies away in the cabinet, I ran my fingers over my newly bare skin. It was soft and smooth and it tingled, exposed to the air.
He closed the cabinet doors and turned back to me. “You have pleased me beyond measure, darlin’. You are so very sensitive, so responsive.” Coming to stand between my spread legs, he held up a small wooden object.
“Is that a sock darner?” I asked.
He looked at the object, then at me. “That is an interesting possibility, but no. This is a plug, a trainer, for your ass.”
I frowned in confusion.
Ethan’s free hand slipped over my folds and began to masterfully arouse me with his touch. As his thumb pressed in small circles over my clit, he slipped two fingers inside me. “Your pussy, it seems, is always very eager. It’s been less than a day, but I believe you are going to be insatiable.”
I would have argued with him but Ethan had very skilled hands.
“This is only one of your delightful holes that I will use. It’s time to fill your ass.”
His words didn’t have any meaning, for I was only thinking about coming. It was when his fingers slipped out of my pussy and moved lower that my eyes flew open.
“Ethan!”
“Shh,” he crooned. “Close your eyes. Be a good girl.”
His fingertips were slick with my arousal and they circled over that forbidden place—clearly it wasn’t forbidden for my husband. Slowly and very gently he touched me, round and round he moved and I relaxed. I never expected him to touch me there, and I had no idea that it would feel… good.
“I’m sure in all your reading that you never knew that a woman could be fucked in her ass. Without your books for reference, you will just have to learn the old-fashioned way. By doing.”
His voice was even and quiet. When his thumb began to press against my clit again, I pressed my heels into the table and arched my back. “Ethan!” I cried again, this time not in surprise but in pleasure. For when I shifted my hips up, his finger breached my back entrance and I came.
“Jesus, darlin’.”
I barely heard the rough quality to Ethan’s voice because I was crying out as I clenched down on the very tip of his finger. I had no idea there was so much sensation there, that there were secret places inside of me that lit up and burned so hot and bright that I was blinded for a time.
I was sweaty and breathing hard and completely boneless when Ethan slipped his finger from me.
“That was the most carnal thing I’ve ever seen,” he said. I didn’t open my eyes, just reveled in the delicious feeling that made the tips of my ears tingle. “I knew you’d like it, but I had not expected that level of response without some coaxing.”
I grinned. “No, I do not believe I need any coaxing.”
“Look at me, darlin’.”
I lifted my heavy eyelids and looked up at my very handsome husband. “I’m going to slide this plug in now.” He held the wooden object up again, then began to coat it in a clear, slick substance. “Unlike your pussy, your ass needs plenty of lubrication. The plug is nice and slick now. Shh, relax. Yes, that’s it.”
I felt the hard object at my entrance, but I was not afraid. If it was going to make me feel as just his one finger had, then I didn’t mind at all. When he began to slowly push it into me, I had to breathe through my mouth to remain relaxed as he wanted. “It’s so big.”
Wider and wider I stretched.
“This is the smallest trainer.” He glanced up at me from his ministrations. “I’m going to fuck you here, Daisy. Soon. When you’ve been properly stretched and prepared.”
The object was much smaller than Ethan’s cock and I had no idea how it would fit. If I felt open and stretched just by the smallest trainer, then I could only imagine what it would be like when he filled me with his cock.
He continued to circle and push the trainer in until I thought I couldn’t take anymore, but all of a sudden it seated itself and it narrowed. I clenched down on it and it was lodged within. Ethan gave it a slight tug and I hissed at the delicious pleasure.
“Do not fear, it will not go in any further and this,” he tapped on the end, which made me gasp, “will allow me to pull it out.”
I felt open and full and stretched and sated and so many feelings that I couldn’t consider them all at once. Placing one hand beside my head, he leaned over so he hovered just above me. I saw desire and happiness in his eyes. “You’ve done beyond expected. I am more than pleased with you and your possessiveness is as fierce as mine.”
“You are mine, are you not?” I asked.
“Indeed.” He lowered his head and kissed me, his tongue slipping into my mouth. It was carnal and decadent and filled with all his pent-up need. I had come but he had not.
“Ethan,” I breathed against his lips.
He began kissing along my jaw to my ear.
“Don’t you want to come?” I asked. He was always in control and taking care of everyone. If he felt half as good as I did after climaxing, then it would be good for him. While he always wanted to pleasure me, I felt the same for him. This was something only I could give him.
“I have every intention of taking my wife to bed and fucking her all night long,” he murmured against my neck. “I’ve never fucked anyone on my examination table before.”
I placed my palms against his cheeks and had him look at me. His eyes were so dark that I could easily get lost in them. “You’ve shaved a woman’s pussy and made her come by putting a plug in her ass on this table before?”
I was a little worried about his answer. As he opened his mouth to respond, I put my fingers over his lips. “I, too, am possessive. I swear if you have done such a thing I will spank your ass.”
He grinned, took my fingertips in his hand and kissed them. His face shifted to one of such dark carnality that I lost my breath. “I assure you, darlin’, that you might just enjoy it more if I did it to you.”
“I… I need to know. Are there others?” I felt vulnerable in this moment, my heart beating frantically.
“You are the only woman who has received such attentions from me. This… void that you had? I had one too and you’ve filled mine just as much as I hope I have for you. The past has been hard, but with you, the future looks mighty bright.”
I couldn’t help but feel relief at his words. Most women didn’t have to share their husbands with the entire town, so I was glad that our more intimate acts were just between us. It was something that I shared with him alone.
He stood to his full height, picked me up as if I were a sack of grain and tossed me over his shoulder.
“Ethan!” I smacked his bottom and he in return smacked mine.
“You need not worry in that regard, for I assure you it will take all my time to tend to your insatiable pussy.” He patted the plug in my bottom. “And ass.”
He carried me through the kitchen when we heard the knock on the outer office door.
I heard a muttered curse and Ethan lowered me to the floor.
“Duty calls,” he said, shifting his cock in his pants. “Leave the plug in until I am done. I want to fuck you with it in.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
DAISY
While I appreciated my husband’s profession and what he did for others, I was beginning to see how his time was not his own. Illness or accidents did not occur when it was convenient and Ethan would always need to put his personal life second to his job. That meant I had to put my time with my husband second to the town. As I washed my hands at the sink, I felt a wave of selfishness over him and wished whoever was at the door could have just waited an hour until Ethan could have had his needs met. He’d certainly made me come, but I had to imagine he was more than a little aroused and possibly uncomfortable because of it.
I, too, was a tad uncomfortable. I shifted my feet to see if moving a bit would make the plug in my bottom easier to bear. I’d seen it, it wasn’t overly large; however, it felt enormous. With every movement I was aware of it. It didn’t hurt, but I certainly knew it was there. Perhaps Ethan’s cock, still hard from need, allowed him to continue to think of me just as this plug had me constantly thinking of him. It made me remember how he’d made me come and his promise to fuck me with the plug inside me.
It was the crying from the office that pulled me from my thoughts. It was that of a child, a child hurting and afraid. With seven sisters, I knew that sound well. I found things to make dinner and began to put the ingredients together for biscuits, but the crying did not abate and it was impossible to remain unaffected.
I shriek rent the air. I knew that sound. I went to the door to the examination room and knocked. I didn’t know if Ethan would be pleased with my disturbance or not, but Colin Burrows was not going to settle easily for him.
Ethan opened the door and I recognized his neutral expression. The crying was louder and I peeked around my husband’s side to see the child holding his wrist on his mother’s lap.
“I assume you’ve never met Colin before,” I whispered.
Ethan shook his head.
I bit my lip. I knew how focused and precise Ethan was with patients. “I may be able to calm him down so you can treat him.”
His dark brow arched, but he stepped back to let me into the room.
“Mrs. Burrows, you know my wife?”
“Yes, hello, Daisy.”
Mrs. Burrows had four children, and in this moment, she looked as if they were four too many. While she was neatly dressed, her face was pale and she had dark circles beneath her eyes. Colin was a handful on the best of days, but when hurt, I was sure he had the woman beyond frazzled.
“Hello, Colin. Remember me?”
Colin was six. While most children of his age talked, Colin had yet to do so. He wasn’t odd, just different. I’d seen him often enough to know that he did not like to be touched and he would not respond to questions that were put to him. It made it difficult for his mother and impossible for Ethan.
He held his arm securely against his chest.
While the boy didn’t respond, he looked at me and his crying tapered.
“Do you remember the church picnic last summer when all the boys and girls were climbing in that old cottonwood? That is quite a tree. I wanted to do it, too.”
I leaned my forearms on the examination table, giving Colin plenty of room.
He stopped crying altogether as he listened.
“When I was your age, I used to climb trees all the time. If you don’t believe me, ask your mother. She’s seen me in them a time or two.”
He tilted his head up and Mrs. Burrows nodded to him.
“Did you go up with the other children at the picnic?”
He nodded.
“I thought that was you sitting on the highest branch.”
His back straightened as if he were proud of the achievement.
“I wanted to be like you way up high, but unfortunately, I got my skirt caught. I fell out of the tree. I hurt my wrist and I had Doctor Monroe look at it. I wasn’t scared of the doctor because I knew he’d make it better. And you won’t believe what he gave me when he was done.”
His eyes widened in eagerness.
“A piece of peppermint candy.”
Colin wiped the tears from his cheeks with his free hand.
“It wasn’t just any piece of candy either. I got to go to the mercantile and pick out the one I wanted.”
I stood back up and slipped my hand around Ethan’s arm. “Doctor James might be new around here, but I think he’s pretty nice. Think you can let him look at your arm? He’ll have to touch it, but only as a doctor and that doesn’t really count.”
He looked unsure.
“I might need a piece of peppermint candy, too,” I continued, “but I’ll need you to go with me to find the best piece. Aside from yours. Could y
ou help me with that?”
He nodded.
“That’s good. Doctor James, meet Colin, the best tree climber in the territory.”
ETHAN
Two hours. I had to spend two hours thinking of Daisy with the plug in her ass as I assessed Colin Burrows then went to the mercantile for candy. My wife’s ability to soothe and cajole Colin into allowing me to treat him was a sight to see and I’d praise her for it. Later.
With her up on her knees, naked and gripping the headboard, I had more important duties to attend to. I stroked my hand down the long line of her spine and to her lush ass. Her cheeks were parted by the dark handle of the plug and below, her pussy was ripe and dripping. Knowing how passionate she was, she’d surely been wet all this time.
“This is the perfect sight,” I murmured.
Looking over her shoulder, she offered me a soft smile and watched me with passion-filled eyes.
“The only way to make it better is to have my seed dripping from you.”
I’d stripped off my shirt and opened the placket of my pants. I stroked my cock with one hand, while sliding my fingers of the other over her swollen folds, then slipping them deep inside. She clenched down as she groaned.
“You’re so eager.”
“Ethan, please,” she begged.
I didn’t linger, for we’d both been tortured long enough. Shifting, I moved up behind her, using my knee to nudge hers wider. I leaned forward and put my hand on top of one of hers on the headboard, my torso pressing into her back.
I guided my cock to her entrance, then slowly slid inside. I hissed out a breath at how incredibly tight she was.
“Darlin’, that plug in your ass makes for a snug fit. Does it feel like you’re being fucked in both your holes?” I licked her ear, nibbled at her neck as I worked my way in more and more, inch by delectably tight inch.
She nodded, her hair brushing my face.
Keeping one hand atop hers, I reached around and cupped her breast, using my thumb and forefinger to pluck at the tight tip. For a moment, she tightened on my cock, but then relaxed and softened for me, allowing me to slide all the way in.