Page 6 of Doctor Hardy and the Hysteria Machine (The Doctor’s Pleasure #1)

Chapter Five

T his time, she spread her legs without hesitation, and his hand found her dampened curls once more. Her knees wobbled when one fingertip parted the soft lips and sank inside to the first knuckle.

She felt her inner walls clamp down at the insertion. The doctor felt it too, for his eyes snapped up to meet hers and he smiled with approval.

“Your cunny is very responsive, Beatrice. That is a most wonderful attribute in a woman, especially one so unused to carnal pleasure.”

Very gently, he pumped the finger in and out of her, the oil and her wetness smoothing its way. When she relaxed her body and grew accustomed to his digit, he added a second finger.

“Oh!” She gasped at the full sensation when he sank the two fingers deeper into her unexplored channel.

“How do you feel?” The doctor asked, stroking his way deeper towards her womb.

“Wonderful, Doctor.” She breathed, “I’ve never felt so full.”

“Have you touched yourself there, Beatrice?”

Unbidden images flooded her mind. Fumbling, clumsy self-abuse after another restrained evening spent in Eric’s company, her womanhood wet and desperate, her frustrated gasps and moans muffled under thick bedspreads.

“I have. But it never felt like this.”

The man nodded at her admission. “Just as I thought. You have never found your climax. We shall remedy that.”

Her devoted doctor got to work. As his long fingers pushed deeper, they grazed against a spot that made her raised legs tremble.

“What was that ?” She asked as he beamed down at her, her well-practiced manners forgotten.

“There is a pleasure point buried deep inside every woman. When an experienced man beds you, he should angle his thrusts to stimulate it.”

How strangely this Doctor Hardy described the most salacious acts! According to him, lovemaking was both a matter-of-fact and casual pursuit. Something a man is responsible for providing for the woman’s pleasure as well as his own.

Seeing she was silent and blushing furiously, the doctor paused his hand’s movement, and it struck her as a terrible loss.

“A penny for your thought?”

“I was just thinking… if Eric would be an experienced lover.” She covered the bottom half of her burning face with the cool sheet. “I would like him to… touch me like that. But that must mean—” She abruptly stopped herself, the implication too terrible to contemplate.

“—that he is a scoundrel, or a rake to indulge in frequent carnal pursuits.” The doctor finished for her. With her big doe eyes peaking over the edge of the sheet, Beatrice nodded.

“Well, not necessarily.” Absentmindedly, as if out of sheer habit, the doctor’s fingers continued to massage inside her cunny as he explained. Beatrice found herself captivated by his words as much as the deft fingers working inside her, comforting and stimulating all at once.

“Sexual pleasure is a gift we were all born with, Beatrice. Given to us by a creator who—don’t you forget—made us in his very own image. It would be a terrible waste if we went to our graves without thoroughly partaking in it. Women, even more so, for the female orgasm is a wondrous thing to behold.

“Love, on the other hand… I do not believe it to be nearly as common a blessing.” His eyes took on a faraway look at this, and he shook himself out of the wayward thought. “But not to worry, my dear. In time, you will find yourself surrendering to these carnal longings without shame. This Eric of yours sounds besotted with you, body and mind.”

Beatrice gave a grateful little nod. “If only I could tell him how I return those feelings and more—without making a great fool of myself.”

“It’s a skill to take your pleasure,” said Doctor Hardy as he circled his fingertips against her buried pleasure spot, earning from her an open-mouthed gasp. “And just like any other skill, it takes practice.”

With his thumb, he found a small nub at the top of her opening, and Beatrice moaned.

“Oh! That feels…”

“Yes, my dear?”

“Like I was struck by lightning.” She breathed, “Will you do that again, with your thumb?”

The doctor rewarded her handsomely for voicing this request. Holding one of her trembling legs with his muscular arm, his thumb flicked at her sensitive nub and his fingers pistoned into her cunny in earnest.

“Oh, Doctor Hardy—”

“Just like that, bear down against my hand. There’s a good girl.”

She felt her inner walls clench around his pumping fingers. The sensation was beyond belief. Her simmering pleasure picked up and built towards something overwhelming and unstoppable.

Suddenly, he took away his thumb, and she whined.

Before Beatrice could voice her protest, however, the doctor took her ankles from the leg rests and draped one leg over each of his broad shoulders. She was stunned at the effortless way he handled her body, moving her limbs into place as if she weighed nothing at all.

Then, his tongue found her core once more.

This time, it was no longer a single, careful lick to test the state of her health. It was a focused, professional effort to drive her mad.

With the flat of his devious tongue, the doctor enveloped her swollen, sensitive bud. The warmth of his mouth made her shiver with need. His fingers still stroked deep inside her in conjunction with his licks. Insistent. Unrelenting.

He built her up towards something wondrous, her back arching and straining like a loaded bow as she strained to chase that elusive completion.

Almost there. Almost there …

A breathless scream tore out of her throat when ecstasy overtook her. Beatrice felt as though she had lost all control of her limbs. Her hands had found their way into the doctor's luscious black hair, and her legs kicked against his burly back. If she had any semblance of mind to feel ashamed at this outrageous behavior, she would have been horrified.

But presently, none of that was in the front of her mind. All that mattered was Doctor Hardy's hot, slick tongue flicking at her impossibly swollen bud and lapping up the essence of her pleasure.

“Oh, God!” She blasphemed as the doctor slowed but did not stop coaxing every last drop out of her wet slit. He seemed not to even notice her flailing legs, landing little blows on his back. He kept his strong, steady arms wrapped tightly around her trembling thighs and drew out her orgasm.

“There you are,” Doctor Hardy muttered against her wetness, sending another shiver of stimulation straight into her soul, “There you are—let go for me.”

Finally, after every last drop had been wrung out of her body, Beatrice descended from the heady climax and found herself trembling like a leaf. She had a hundred questions, but they would have to wait until she could catch her breath.