Green Broke Woman (26 page)

“While we're in this room you'll refer to me
as Dr. Sir.”

“Okay ... Dr. Sir.” She grinned and twiddled
her thumbs, feeling her pulse race with delicious want.

“Take your clothes off, Kayla. I need to
examine every inch of you.”

His heated murmur made her nipples tingle and
her pussy gush. She took her clothes off, trembling with anticipation while he
read her answers.

“So you'd prefer to sample your doctor’s green
apple scented condoms, very nice. Lie down on the table when you're good and
naked.”

Her nipples firmed as she climbed onto the
examination table and lay back.

“Don't be so tense. You're in good hands,
darlin
'.”

She smiled, watching him while he read. “I
know.”

“You're open to orgasm. That's good. We have
to make sure all your lady parts are working right.”

Well, that sounded divine. “Yes, please.”

He chuckled. “Now it says here that you've
got a little question mark next to anal sex. Did you not understand the
question, little patient?”

She swallowed, feeling cold and shaky, though
the look in his eyes started to warm her. “I just don't know if I'm ready for
that.”

“Do you have painful past experiences with
anal sex,
darlin
'?”

He knew she did, but she figured he was
keeping to the role play. “Yes, Dr. Sir.”

She gasped and flinched when his big hand
came to rest on her thigh. His touch chased away the cold even as the heat of
his skin gave her chills and made her libido sizzle.

“Do you trust me, little patient?” His hand
crept up her inner thigh in a lascivious slide to her damp cunt. “Do you trust
your doctor to heal you and take away the pain?”

His words touched her, knowing his meaning
was far deeper than role play. She moaned when his hand rested over her sex,
basking her nude labia in searing heat.

“Does it feel good when I touch you like
this?” he asked in a sultry hush as he rubbed her bare pussy gently.

A strangled groan of bliss caught in her
throat as she arched into his doting hand. “Yes to both questions.”

He smiled with a mischievous twinkle in his
sapphire eyes as he removed his hand from her body, grinning when she whined.
“Good. That means you're normal.”

God, what a tease.

He scrutinized the page again. “You like BDSM
and vanilla, very nice. You left the last question unanswered.”

She averted her eyes to her heaving bosom
when he looked at her.

“Do you not think of yourself as a
submissive, Kayla? Look at me.”

She raised her eyes to his. “I am.”

“But you don't want to go there again?”

“I do, but I'm scared.”

He set the clipboard down and helped her legs
into the stirrups. “What are you afraid of,
darlin
'?”

The vulnerability of her splayed legs and the
openness of the question rendered her a feeling of exposure. “I'm afraid of
disappointing you.”

“Just me?”
He brought his tools closer and secured her
legs to the stirrups with binds.

She gulped nervously. “All of you. I might
not be as submissive as you need, or maybe I'll be more so than you want.”

He looked up at her curiously, almost
knowingly. “How do you figure?”

She shrugged, becoming extra nervous when he
tied her arms down to the table. “Travis—”

“Who's Travis?”

“Dr. Sir, I...”

“Your safe word is raspberries. I told you
that before we got here. You can use it if you need to.”

She pushed aside her fear. “I won't
disappoint you. If your past subs can handle—”

“Kayla.” He turned her chin so she looked up
at him. “We will never send you away, even if you need to use your safe word.
We don't compare you to anyone from our past, and you shouldn't either. There's
just no comparison between you and them.”

Her eyes prickled and stung. “I'm sorry. I'm
really trying. It's just been so long, and after Beck and Slade I get scared,
but I'll cowgirl up and be tough and perfect like you want.”

“Don't. I don't want perfection. I want you
exactly the way you are. You're perfect for us, but it doesn't mean we expect
you to be perfect. When I said that about the comparison thing, I didn't mean
the past subs were better than you. You mean more to me and to Jake and Keith
than any of the others ever did. That's what I meant, cricket.”

Her eyes misted. “Thank you.”

Travis nodded once and got a crooked grin on
his face. “Now, little patient, it's time for your doctor to examine your lush
body. And I mean that in the most professional of ways.”

She giggled when he tossed her a wink as he
rolled a stool with wheels over to between her open thighs. “Sure you did.”

He smiled and put a stethoscope to her chest
with the ear pieces in his ears. She wasn't sure if it was real or just a very
good replica of one.

“Your heart beat faster when I put my hand on
you.”

It was true. His warm palm rested on her
quivering belly, massaging delicate circles into her skin, causing her heart
rate to pick up.

“Are you experiencing any sexual arousal from
this?” he asked with a knowing gleam in his naughty eyes.

She bit her lower lip. “Yes, Dr. Sir. Your
hand feels good.”

“Do you experience more or less arousal when
I put my hand here?”

Kayla moaned softly, feeling her slit leak
when his hand slid down over her heated sex. “More.”

She gasped when his finger skimmed through
her slick folds, and he examined the moisture coating his finger.

“You cream when a hot cowboy touches you.
That means you're in your right state of mind,” he teased, throwing her a
playful wink. He sucked her cream off his finger, groaning in approval. “You
taste good and sweet. You're healthy so far, but I think we'd better keep going
to make sure you really are healthy.”

“Oh God, yes.”
She blushed when he grinned.

“Most people don't like getting physicals.
You seem to be enjoying this. Am I going to have to spank you to get you to
behave like a good girl while your doctor puts his hands on your body?”

Her pussy creamed and pulsed.
“If you like.”

He chuckled and set the stethoscope aside.
“Don't tempt me, girl. I've got a job to do. Can you feel this?”

She mewled and pushed into the hands groping
her breasts.
“Yeah.”

“I spent years in medical school, busting my
ass to give you the best treatment possible. Don't you think you should
acknowledge my prestigious title?”

“Yes, Dr. Sir. It won't happen again.”

“I didn't think so, and if it does I've got
the cure.” His eyebrows wiggled, and he cocked a flirtatious half smile. “Now I
think we both agree your vagina needs to be examined. Are you comfortable with
the term vagina, or should I say pussy or cunt?”

Her pussy moistened and hurt with emptiness.
The bulge in his jeans seemed to be the answer. She wished he'd tear his
clothes off and ram it home inside of her.

“I'm fine with any of those words ... Dr.
Sir.”

“Can you feel this?”

She whimpered faintly as pleasure ignited
beneath his finger tickling her clitoris.
“Yes, Sir.
Doctor,
I think you should let me come.”

Travis smirked. “I'm the one coming up with
the diagnosis, little patient, not you. You don't know how to fix yourself.
That's why you came to see me, because I'm the only one who can give you what
you need. Isn't that right, girl?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Touch me again. I don't
think I felt it.”

He chuckled. “Keep acting that way and I'll
diagnose you with hysteria. Do you know how the doctors in the 1800s used to
treat female hysteria?”

“No, Sir.” She writhed as best as she could
beneath her restraints as he rolled her sensitive clit in lazy circles.

“They used to bring the women to orgasm to
calm them from that hysteria. Do you have hysteria, Kayla?”

“Heck yes, I do. Please help me, doctor.”

He laughed. “Yeah, I figured you'd say that.
But first we need to figure out what's wrong with you.”

“I have a theory.”

“You don't know beans about your ailment.
That's why you're here.”

“I think I have a pretty good idea.”

He smirked and slowly pierced a finger up her
channel. “You feel hot and wet in here. You want your doctor, don't you?”

Her pussy flooded and ached, clutching his
finger in desperation.
“Yes, very much.
Please take
me.”

He grinned and slowly fucked her with his
digit, seeming to enjoy her raspy moan. “Any aches or pains? Does your pussy
ache, little patient?”

“So much.
Please help me.”

He smiled and withdrew his finger. “I need to
take your rectal temperature.”

“What?” she shrieked, glaring at his wicked
grin.
“You're not sticking a thermometer up my butt.”

His eyes taunted her. “Are you using your
safe word?”

“No.”

“Then guess what I'm doing.”

She mewled when cool, lube-coated fingers
slicked her anus before he gently speared the thermometer up her ass. He pulled
it out and read the numbers. “Turkey’s done.” He grinned at the way she
blushed. “Your ass is nice and hot. I bet it would feel hot and tight like a
baked glove if someone were to stick his cock up there.”

Her anus nearly imploded with fear, but she
felt a delicious thrill that accompanied the spike of dread.

He shrugged and set the thermometer aside.
“Hypothetically, of course.
I'm
gonna
stick a vibrator up you and test your ability to prevent climax.”

“That's not really fair.”

“It's medicine.”

She laughed. “That's a strange form of
medicine, doctor.”

He carefully slipped the egg-shaped vibe up
her soaked cunt and turned the toy on. The gentle buzzing hummed lightly
against her vaginal walls, creating a calming stir. A loud, tortured moan
rolled through her when a lubed butt plug prodded at her anus. She relaxed her
muscles and tried not to tense at the larger anal plug he positioned inside
her.

“Describe your current symptoms. How do you
feel right now?” he asked, flipping up the speed on the vibe.

Kayla panted as the juices trickled from her
sex and her ass clenched and released around the butt plug. “I feel hot and wet
and shaky.”

“Does your pussy still hurt?”

“Yes, Dr. Sir. It aches so
bad
.
I really need to come.”

“If you come, it’ll be by my mouth.”

Her head jerked up, and she saw the serious
expression on his face. “But...”

“It's either I lick you to orgasm or you have
to fight all the shots the vibrator takes at you. You don't come unless you beg
for my mouth on your hot little pussy.
Doctor's orders.”

“What happens if I can't stop myself from
coming?”

“Then I'll have to treat your inability to
hold off release. The cure to that is a nice big paddle to the ass.”

She swallowed. “Oh. I'll try to be good.”

He stared at her and flipped the speed up
again, smiling when she jolted. “Your pretty ass is
gonna
have to be explored, little patient. We've got to make sure all is well up
there.”

She panted and writhed when he wiggled the
plug in her bottom and lightly massaged her swollen clit. “Oh please. It's not
fair touching me there and expecting me not to come.”

“Do you want my mouth on you down there?” He
gave her a long, hard stare that was out of character for him. She'd known he
was dominant, but she'd never seen him come on so strong before.

“I do, but ... I don't think ... I ... oh God,
don't! It's too good.”

The vibrator buzzed harder than before, and
his touches on her pulsing clit became more insistent.

“Do you want my mouth on your pussy?”

A heat wave blew over her, burning through
her core. “I do, but I can't.”

She wailed when the toy was kicked up a notch
and he fucked the plug deeper into her anus like a thrusting penis.

“You come this way and I'll punish you.”

The threat inflamed her as her body shook and
perspired. “Oh God,
it's
coming. I can't stop it.”

Travis removed his finger before she could
come. “I made it easy for you.”

Easy?
He was killing her slowly. “Travis ... Dr. Sir...”