The Doctor and the Naughty Girl (18 page)

“No, no. Back down.” He tapped her hands with the leather. “Get your head down. Put your head on your forearms.”

“Please, no more! It hurts!”

“Then I’m getting through to you.” He took hold of her shoulder and pushed her down. She rested her hot face against her forearms, the fine downy hair there tickling her nose. “Stay there. Just a few more then we’re done.”

The belt smacked her butt. “Ass out. No, not like that. Hollow your back and present your bottom properly, Amity. I shouldn’t have to tell you this every time you’re being punished. Now do it.”

“Yes, sir,” she whimpered, the first hot tear tracking down her cheek, pooling against her arm. She obeyed him, hiding her face, knowing the position showed her wet pussy even more.

The belt struck several times, not letting up, and at the last stroke she was weeping openly, the burning fire across her thighs taking her breath away.

“There, that’s all, girl.” His fingers traced the aching marks, making her whimper through her tears. “That’s it, all over now. You did so well, Amity.”

For several minutes, he stroked and caressed her burning flesh, his touch eventually becoming soothing. She closed her eyes, laying her wet cheek on her arm, her sobs fading away as the heat at her core increased with each gentle touch of his warm hands. Soon, his touch moved to her inner thighs, easing them open as far as the thong still around her knees would allow. She gasped when two fingers eased between her hot, wet labia, a fingertip finding her now throbbing clit, stroking it in firm circles. She murmured as his touch grew bolder, his heavy hand pressing to her lower back to still the swirling of her hips as he stoked her arousal higher and higher. Two long fingers plunged deep, stirring her, the sound of her wetness making her blush again.

“Your cunt is flooded, girl. Did you like the belt?”

“N-no, sir.”

“Hmm, I wonder.” He swirled wet fingertips over and over her hard clit and she let go a long moan.

God, please let me come.

He kept at her clit, circling it faster and faster. She cried out as he pressed three fingers into her, thrusting firmly as he worked her, his growling voice only making her push back upon him more.

“Please! I need to come. Please!”

“Do you deserve to, after I had to punish you?” His low gravelly voice seemed to vibrate the clit his fingers mercilessly rubbed back and forth. The tension built deep in her belly, her hips pushing back hard at each thrust of those devastating, stretching fingers.

“Please… I’m sorry. God, I need…!”

“Come, bad girl. Come on my fingers.”

She groaned loudly, her orgasm rolling over her in an overwhelming tide, a high shriek torn from her throat as she went over, squeezing against those still thrusting fingers plundering her pussy.

Dane cooed at her as she came back to earth, her breath coming hard, her lips moving wordlessly against her arm.

“Good! So good,” he murmured, a hand swirling up and down her hip. “Come on, up now.”

His hand grasped her shoulder, pulling her upright until she sagged back against him, her thighs pinned against the edge of the exam table. His hot breath whispered against her skin as he kissed her temple, then down behind and below her ear. She panted, turning her head to the side, hoping he’d continue. His soft lips and tongue eased their wet heat down the soft skin of her neck, his hand taking hold of her hair to pull her head back further, his mouth sucking and licking at the hollow of her throat. Incredibly, her belly fluttered again, her clit standing at attention once more, and she turned to him, finding his mouth, growling into him as her tongue stabbed deep, tasting him. The hand in her hair pulled her head back and he looked down upon her, his eyes gone almost black, the glint of lust in their dark depths making her smile.

“Down on your knees,” he said, with a sly curl of his lips.

Sinking down slowly, he took hold of her hair, forcing her to look up at him.

“Take out my cock.”

Yes.

Then he was in her hand, hard and hot, the broad head glistening with moisture at the tip. She darted her head forward to lick it, but he held her fast.

“Please, I want to… “

“Do you get to do anything with it until I say?” He gave her a little jerk of her head, the roots of her hair stinging.

“No, sir.”

“Use your hand, stroke it. Slowly, up and down.”

She did, squeezing him as she did it, loving the way his body shuddered. He made her stroke his cock until the veins were swollen, the head an inflamed red.

“Lick it now.”

She moaned as she tasted the salt of him, swirling her tongue over his cock, longing to take him between her lips.

“Open that mouth, Amity.”

He drew her forward by her hair, his thick cock plunging firmly, making her gag a little at each deep stroke. She placed her hands on his thighs as she sucked, over and over, feeling the ripple of the muscles through his slacks.

“That’s right, just relax that throat. Suck it hard as I pull out. Just like that. Yessss, good girl.”

Soon he had her bobbing fast, the fist twisted in her hair controlling all of it. When his breathing grew labored, his thighs like corded steel under her hands, he pulled her away. She looked up at him, meeting his fiery gaze as he fisted his cock, his chest moving like a bellows. He drew the wet head across her soft lips, lightly slapping the heavy weight of it against one cheek, then the other, her flush burning hot again. His wicked smile was full of lust, possessiveness, and it drove her desire still higher.

Driving into her mouth again, he thrust fast and hard, until his cock swelled even further.

“Swallow every fucking drop,” he rumbled, just before the hot seed flooded over her tongue. She choked and sputtered once, but swallowed down all of his salty essence, locking gazes with him as she did.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, pulling out, a last drop spilling over her lower lip. His thumb caught the drop and held it up for her to lick off. She kissed it, looking up at him with a shy smile.

Dane pulled her to her feet again, squeezing the breath from her lungs as he crushed her to his body, kissing her hard one last time, the taste of his seed still on her lips and tongue. His hand eased down her back, clutching her sore bottom in a proprietary grip.

“Time for you to go home, bad girl.”

She lowered her gaze, pressing a kiss against his broad chest. “Yes, sir.”

He watched her as she dressed, barking at her to turn her bottom toward him as she pulled her thong back up. When she had herself put together, she walked reluctantly to the door, already missing both the warmth of his arms and the heat of his discipline.

“Amity.”

She looked back at him.

“Next Friday, we’ll be conducting the second part of your medical exam.”

Chapter Thirteen

The wind and rain had driven everyone else out of the hospital courtyard, but Dane found it a relief. He found a bench that faced southeast, directly into the wind, the cold breeze steadily blowing, keeping the spitting rain off of him. His scrubs kept him surprisingly warm, but if he needed to he’d use the coat laid across his lap. He wasn’t going back in unless he had to.

Three deliveries on top of one another had left his hands shaking, his eyes bleary. The day was only half over though, and worse, it was a Monday. Mondays could be tough.

Births seemed to come in clusters—and he knew he still had more patients that were due any day. Two of the deliveries were fill-ins for Dr. Vance, who was still on vacation. One of the babies, an otherwise healthy boy, had been delivered significantly cyanotic, so much so that they’d called down the crash team, just in case. Fortunately, after his first dose of O
₂
, the baby had pinked right up. It didn’t always go so well.

“Want some company?”

He looked up to see Amity standing there, her dark ponytail whipping in the wind, Starbucks clutched in both hands. She handed him one.

“How’d you know I was out here?” He took the coffee, the heat welcome against his chilled fingers.

“Cathie.” Amity sat down next to him, tucking one pale hand between her jeans-clad thighs. “She’s a lot nicer to me when I play the meek good girl with her.”

Dane chuckled. “Yeah, I’d imagine so.”

You have no idea, my dear.

“Couldn’t you have picked a cooler spot?” She gently nudged him with an elbow. “I mean, it’s like a
sauna
out here.”

“Smartass.”

Her big black coat looked plenty warm, with space enough for two. He didn’t think he’d pass up a chance to share a coat with Amity. No, much worse fates could befall a man.

They sat and drank for a minute, the breeze blowing steady and loud in Dane’s ears. He didn’t want to admit how good it felt having the bewitching young woman sitting next to him, braving the cool wind.

Amity sighed. “I wanted to ask you something, and I hope I’m not… out of place when I ask it.”

He looked over at her. “You know what happens when you do something… out of place.”

Her pink tongue darted out to wet dry lips. “I—well, I hardly know anything about you. Outside of work—and, um, what happens here—we don’t really see each other.”

“Does that bother you?”

Her blue eyes darted to him then slid away. “I—I don’t know. Maybe. If this is all you want, then that’s cool—I guess.”

Dane knew better. The fact was he’d been feeling the same thing, but it wasn’t that simple. Her father made sure of that. It had been easier, safer, to keep it the way things had been.

But she wasn’t the only one who longed for more.

“I’ve got time on Thursday night. I’ll still be on call, but it should be fine.”

“What do you mean?” She balanced her coffee on one thigh, warming both hands around it.

“A date.” He pulled his phone from his pocket, bringing up his calendar. “I’m going to text you the name and address of my favorite place to eat.”

“Okay,” she said, the eagerness in her voice not completely submerged.

He sipped from the cup, thankful he was sitting, his cock unfurling at the prospect of what he wanted to do. He let the steel back into his voice, making sure she could hear him over the wind.

“I want you in a dress or skirt, and heels. Something slutty. No makeup, no jewelry. And I want your hair up. You can wear a coat on your walk from the car to the restaurant, but I want it off as soon as you walk through the front door. You got me?”

She looked over at him, those big brown eyes wide. “Um, yes. Sir.”

“Be prepared to answer some questions. And you’d better not even think about lying to me, Amity.”

Her mouth dropped open, but she nodded and her gaze lowered. “I won’t. I won’t lie, sir.”

“I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, Amity. Because if you don’t, you’re going to find yourself in the deep end of the ocean. Look at me.”

Slowly she raised her head, meeting his gaze.

“I like control, and I’ll control
you
. Completely. You need to ask yourself if you’re prepared to deal with that—and prepared to submit to it.”

“Why?”

Of all the questions he thought he’d be fielding from the curious, naive girl.

“It’s what I am, and I accept it.” He touched her leg, for just a moment, but long enough to feel her muscles shiver. “I think what I am… is what you need. I want to see if I’m right—but you have to agree to have the courage to take that first step. It all depends on you.” He leaned forward, looking down at the concrete the bench sat upon. “But once you get a glimpse, once you see what your nature really is… there’s no turning back.”

“How far does it go?”

He met her gaze then, watching her a moment. She didn’t look away even though she’d gone pale, her lower lip trembling ever so slightly.

“Far, Amity. Further than you’d ever consider.”

Amity inhaled deeply, then licked those pink lips. “Try me.”

* * *

“You look fucking incredible,” Dane murmured, the orange firelight dancing in his eyes.

The seating area surrounded a sunken fireplace on three sides, all of them commanding an incredible view of the city lights, far below. The restaurant had the feel of an elegant, intimate living room setting.

“T-thank you.” Her twitching fingers plucked the burgundy napkin from the table, laying it across her thighs.

“You don’t have to do that. They do that for you.”

“Oh.”

Amity felt distinctly out of place, regardless of her little
faux pas
of etiquette. The navy micro-mini she’d picked out just made it worse. Fitting tighter than she’d remembered it the last time, she thought it made her thighs look fat, but the hemline was so high she didn’t have any thigh highs that wouldn’t show. And she just knew instinctively that nylons would’ve met with Dane’s extreme disapproval.

We can’t have your lord and master displeased can we, slut?

The looks she got from almost every man she walked by both emboldened her and made her want to run and hide. Normally, she enjoyed turning men on, given the right environment. Here though? Completely out of her element, she’d walked through the dining areas trying to ignore the murmurs and quiet laughter as she walked by other tables. Amity felt distinctly like a lost little girl.

And then she’d found him, reclining in a booth, his suit coat so dark it seemed to absorb what little light was cast by the candles and the fireplace. His smile made her heart gallop, the straight white teeth set off brilliantly by the tan of his face, the sparkling, avid gaze.

The waiter appeared, and before she could say anything—or even ask for a menu—Dane had ordered for her, a French dish she couldn’t even pronounce, let alone tell anyone what it actually was.

“What did you order for me? I can order myself.”

He glanced at her, a wry smile at the corners of his mouth. “You’ll like it.”

“How do you know?”

“Trust me, Amity.”