“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He ducked his head, as if he couldn’t stand to meet her gaze after making such a confession. He kissed her chest, her neck, her throat, and she responded in kind, peppering his jaw and neck with tiny, pleading kisses. He was so close. So close and getting closer all the time, but just not close enough. It wasn’t going to be enough until absolutely nothing separated them, and they were moving and breathing as one, their heartbeats matching as their bodies sought out and found the perfect, complementing rhythm.
“Please, Jason, please,” she whispered, grateful that he wouldn’t pause, wouldn’t break away from her to find a condom. He hated them, and so they had to exchange health records, mutually verifying the other was safe, and she was on the pill. It had seemed like a big embarrassing ordeal at the time, but now she was so fucking relieved that there would be nothing between their skin, and when he finally slid inside of her, she would feel nothing but the silky perfection of his body.
“You’re mine, Laura.”
She quickly nodded her agreement. No point in denying it. No point in pretending it was anything besides the God’s honest truth.
“You know what that means?” he asked, an urgent note in his low, tight voice.
She nodded. She knew exactly what that meant, because now she’d had a taste of life with him, and life without him. After the past week, there was no doubt in her mind of who she belonged to.
“Please, Jason. Don’t make me beg again. I…I can’t wait…” She felt like there were dozens of snakes under her skin, slithering around, making her twist and turn and buck towards him. Every nerve ending was on fire, and there was a hollow, terrible ache deep inside. One that could only be soothed, could only be filled, by one person.
He didn’t make her beg again. He slid into her with a forceful stroke, taking her to the hilt and filling her completely. The sound that escaped her throat could only be described as pure relief. She sounded like a woman who’d been given a heavenly revelation and now everything about the world made perfect sense. Their mouths came together, both of them moving into the kiss at the exact same instant, their tongues wrapping together within the space of a heart beat.
He’d fucked her like that in that bed before, but at the time, that had just felt like another game. This didn’t feel like a game. Now he was completely serious, a new urgency in every touch, every caress, every thrust of his hips.
“Jason…”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart. She couldn’t remember the last time a lover had tried to use any pet names with her, especially not one so…precious. Yet coming from him, it was like a gift, a velvety smooth blessing bestowed on her. For a moment, she completely forgot what she was going to say. Was she getting soft? Had he completely warped her? Did she even care? A quick survey of the situation answered her question—she didn’t care in the least.
“Just don’t stop.” What she needed to say could wait for later. But not too much later. Because even though she was completely caught up in the excitement of their new union, there were still questions to be answered.
“I won’t, sweetheart. Not going to stop. Not as long as you want me.”
Later—much much later—he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her on top of his chest, holding her in place so he could meet her heavy-lidded eyes. She was exhausted, physically and emotionally spent, but she could tell by the crease in his brow and the way he looked at her that he wasn’t ready to let her fall asleep just yet.
“You were going to say something earlier,” he started.
“What? When? I don’t remember.”
He chuckled. “It was a long time ago. Just before I let you come.”
“Oh. Right. I…I don’t remember.”
“Yes you do. Now tell me what’s on your mind. I’m not going to ask you again.”
Laura had no choice but to rewind her thoughts, trying to follow the many splintering threads until she remembered what had been weighing on her mind.
“Are there…are you anybody else’s Master?”
“No.”
“Any girlfriends or anything?”
“Nope.”
“But…”
“But what?”
“How can that be?”
He laughed a little. “I’m married to my job. That’s the way it’s gotta be…”
The way it’s gotta be? Her heart fell at that, and she couldn’t stop the disappointment from reflecting on her face.
“Hey.” He cupped the side of her cheek. “Don’t look at me like that. I already told you what you mean to me. As long as I wear this band, there’s not going to be anybody else. Or anything else. Not even the firm. You’re first.”
“I…but you…” God, this was terrible. She absolutely didn’t want to say this, but it had to be said. If they were going to do this, there couldn’t be any doubts between them. The air had to be cleared. “But can you even trust me?”
“I never trusted you. That’s how I caught you. But that didn’t stop me from falling for you. You just need to know that if I ever, ever catch you in another lie, last week will seem like a year in paradise compared to what I’ll do to you. Understood?”
“Completely. I was going to apply-“
“No.”
“No?”
“No, you’re not going to apply anywhere. I want you to stay where I can keep an eye on you. Besides, I’m the jealous type. I don’t want to think about you…stealing from other men.”
She laughed at that. “Other men would probably just call the cops on me rather than dish out their own brand of justice.”
“That would be pretty goddamned stupid of them. Still, it’s best not to take that chance. Don’t you agree?”
“I do.”
He placed a brief kiss on her lips. “Good. It’s always best when we’re on the same page.”
She dropped her head to his chest and closed her eyes, relaxing in the comfort of his arms, matching her breath to his. The same page. Yes, that was definitely for the best. He wasn’t the first man who thought he could make an honest woman out of her, but he was the first who would be successful.
The Oral Exam
by Harriet Lovelace
Themes: M/F; MFF; Dentist; Reluctant Male
“Please take a seat in the waiting room, Mr. Lehman. I’ll be calling your name shortly,” the red-haired receptionist said as she pointed me to the direction of the roomy lounge of the dentist’s office.
I smiled and murmured my thanks as I walked over to take a seat in one of the comfortable couches. Ryan was right. This place was something else. I grinned as I looked at the uniformed employees walking around the big office building. All were women wearing uncharacteristically tight-fitting scrubs or casual attire like the receptionist.
I should thank Ryan for convincing me to have my teeth checked at this office. From what he told me, most of the people working here were very accommodating. Since we’ve been best friends since kindergarten, I knew Ryan meant something else entirely by “very accommodating.”
So here I am, about to get my teeth checked by a supposedly “very accommodating” dentist.
“Mr. Dan Lehman,” a blonde in cute pink scrubs called as she approached the lounge. “Is there a Mr. Lehman here?”
“That’s me,” I answered as I got up.
Her eyes lit up as she looked at me. I couldn’t help but feel conscious when she slowly eyed me from head to toe, as if sizing me up. Then, when her gaze reached my face, she stared at my lips for a few seconds.
“Good morning, sir. I’m Janey. I’ll be assisting Dr. Crane,” she finally offered with a welcoming smile.
Damn, she was cute. She was a small thing, reaching only my shoulder. Heart-shaped faces and cupid-bow lips seemed to be requirements when working at this place. And I thought Playboy was stingy.
“An assistant? I only came in for a checkup,” I said as I followed her. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her sashaying hips. We went
inside what appears to be an x-ray room. I looked around, wondering what the hell I was doing in an x-ray room.
“Janey, are you sure I’m the Dan Lehman you’re looking for?” I asked her as she got a lead vest from a cabinet.
She looked at me with an assuring smile, even reaching out to rub my arm softly. “I’m sure, Mr. Lehman. You’re the only one we have.”
“O–kay,” I said, still a little uncertain about the whole thing. I sat on the stool by the wall and looked up at the moveable dental camera overhead.
“I need you to take off your shirt, sir,” she said in a quiet voice. “Would you mind standing up for a second?”
I was pretty sure I didn’t need to take off my shirt, but Janey was looking at me with a shy smile, the lead vest hanging on her arm. Without question, I stood up and started to pull the hem of my shirt up. Janey smiled and walked closer. She graciously helped me undress, her fingers brushing against my skin the whole time.
The shirt fell to the ground, and I was left with only my pants and shoes on. I tried to hide my surprise when Janey placed her palms on my abdomen and then moved them up. She sighed as she followed the trail of her hands on my chest. Damn, this girl is hot. I looked at her as she pulled away so she could put the lead vest on my torso.
“Well, we need to protect that chest of yours,” she said, her breath on my neck as she wrapped her arms around me so she can tie the vest at my back.
I could feel her breasts pushing against me as she took her time tying a secure knot. It must have been just my imagination, but it almost seemed like she was rubbing against me.
Letting out another sigh, she pulled away. “All done.”
After that, she gave me instructions on how I should clench my teeth at the digital dental x-ray camera. It was over in a few minutes, and I picked up my shirt off the floor when she took the lead vest off my torso.
“Let me help you with that,” she offered, helping me pull my shirt over my head.
Once again, I felt her fingers brush across my skin even after I was already wearing the shirt.
But before I knew it, she was ushering me to an examination room. It was the first time I saw a dentist room with this kind of lighting. It was dim and almost sensual. The windows were also closed although the room seemed to be air-conditioned.
“Take a seat, Mr. Lehman,” she said, pointing me to a dentist chair in the middle of the small room. “I need to prepare you for Dr. Crane. She doesn’t like it when her patients are not ready before she works on them.”
The dentist chair was comfortable and I soon found myself leaning back and getting comfortable. Janey approached me with a light blue disposable bib with tiny clips. I smiled as she leaned over me to fix it to my chest.
I resisted a smile when her breasts brushed against my arm. It seemed a long time before she was able to clip on the disposable bib on the shoulders of my shirt. She took her time, constantly rearranging the fabric over me and rubbing herself against me in the process.
My pants started to feel tight, and I looked down and almost groaned when I realized a hard-on was coming.
“Umm…so are you assistants always like this?” I said as I tried to distract myself.
“What do you mean, Mr. Lehman?” Janey asked. “Did I do something wrong? Do you need anything?”
I looked at her and saw the distress on her face. “No, no, no. What I meant was: are you always this…ah...attentive to your clients?”
Relief washed over her face as she gave a small laugh.
“Yes. Of course. We want nothing but client satisfaction,” she replied, leaning closer to me. The movement exposed her cleavage to my sight. Hot pink lacy bra cups almost overflowing with creamy flesh.
I tried not to gulp as I averted my eyes. But she was smiling down at me, and she was leaning in closer. Next thing I knew, she was handing me a plastic cup full of water.
“Please gargle so I can do some preliminary inspection while we wait for Dr. Crane,” she said. “You can spit into the receptacle at your side.”
I accepted the cup and did as she said, thankful that I had something else to do besides looking at her boobs.
But Janey made it difficult for me to concentrate on anything else. She was always so close, especially when she went on her tippy-toes to try and reach for the overhead lighting. One of her hands held onto my arm as the other reached for the light lamp.
“Need help?” I asked as I stared at her, not failing to notice how her breasts thrusted forward every time she reached up.
“No, I got it,” she replied with a giggle. And I almost groaned again as she did little jumps that made those breasts jiggle. I saw her covered flesh bounce up and down as if it were in slow motion, each movement causing me to squirm in the dentist chair.
“There. I got it!” she said triumphantly, holding the lamp just a few inches above my head.
I smiled at her, trying my best to hide the bulge in my pants by casually covering it with my hand. She sat down on a stool beside me as she smiled back.
“Now, let’s open that wonderful mouth and see what you’ve got for Dr. Crane,” she said as she leaned over me once again.
Her breasts smashed up against my arm as she looked inside my mouth. Using a cool metal instrument, she poked the inside of my cheeks, taking her time to examine the inside of my mouth. As she continued her inspection, I felt her breasts press even closer. As if I wasn’t aroused already, Janey started to rub herself against my arm.
“You’ve got some very nice teeth. I’m sure your girlfriend appreciates how well you care for them,” she casually said as her body continued the subtle rubbing motions.
I tried to chuckle in response, but my mouth was still wide open. But it didn’t matter because the next sound I heard was a soft moan. I looked at Janey’s face and saw her eyes close for a moment; the cool instrument stopped moving inside my mouth as she pushed herself against me.
When she opened her eyes again, she asked me in a sultry voice, “There’s a tricky spot in the back here that I can’t reach. I’m going to have to adjust my position okay?”
Without waiting for my reply, she got off the stool and straddled me. My eyes widened as I looked up. I could feel her warm body against mine. She was soft, I realized, and quite strong too. I groaned as her thighs squeezed my hips and grinded on my erection.
“Now open your mouth again so I can finish my inspection,” she said.
It would have been easier to follow Janey’s instruction if she didn’t suddenly start grinding herself on my cock. Her hips moved in slow circular motions as she smiled and looked down on me.
“Open up and be a good patient, Mr. Lehman,” she cooed, as if talking to a child.
I opened my mouth without thought, but as soon as I did, Janey slipped a hand under my shirt and lifted the hem up to my chest. She planted her warm palm on my abdomen and slid it up my pecs. She licked her lower lip as she found a nipple and rolled it between her fingers.
“Oh god,” I moaned as she used both her hands to play with me, simultaneously rolling my nipples with her fingers.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You have to relax and open up, sir,” she whispered, leaning forward so her mouth was near my ear. “How can I do my job if you don’t cooperate?”
I gulped and then chuckled nervously. “I’m doing my best to cooperate, Janey. Just tell me what to do.”
She smiled wickedly as she pulled back and bit her lower lip. Her grinding still hadn’t stopped and my cock was so hard it hurt.
“That’s good to hear. Now open up,” she said. “Ahh...”
I looked at her open mouth and tried to do the same. But I clammed up again when she suddenly took off her scrub. The hot pink lace bra I barely got to see a while ago was now right in front of me, the flimsy fabric cradling the most amazing pair of breasts I’ve ever seen.
Her eyes darkened as she looked at me, holding my gaze as she reached behind her to unhook the clasp of her bra. The creamy globes of flesh jog
gled as they were released from their confines.
A big whoosh of air escaped my lungs as my eyes took in the sight of her pink areolas and long hard nipples. She cupped her breasts, her thumbs brushing the hard tips as she maintained the tempo of her hips.
Holding her right breast up, she started leaning forward.
“I said open up, Mr. Lehman,” she whispered as she offered one hard nipple to me.
Hypnotized and painfully hard, I opened my mouth and accepted the creamy flesh. Grabbing her by the waist, I pulled her closer as I sucked and twirled my tongue around her nipple. She placed her hands on my shoulders as she began to moan.
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