Page 11 of Yes, Doctor (Master Me #2)

She hadn’t realized she had closed her eyes. She blinked and lifted her head, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her breasts looked larger hanging down and the submissive position of her bent over, him standing erect behind her made a shiver of excitement zing through her.

He took his time peeling down her panties, holding her eyes in the mirror. He slapped the low part of her ass, first on the right, then the left. “If you’re mine, Chloe, you must obey my every command.”

“Yes, doctor,” she breathed.

He rubbed her tingling buttocks. “What happens if you don’t?”

“You spank me?” she asked hopefully.

The corners of his mouth flashed up, then he suppressed the grin and pulled the stern face that always made her scurry at the office. “I will punish you,” he said sternly. “In whatever way I choose.”

Another frisson of anticipation ripped through her.

He bent and slowly pulled the belt from the loops on his discarded pants, doubling it.

She erected her torso in alarm.

“Bend over, Chloe,” he said, a warning in his voice, but his hand on her back stroked a gentle reassurance.

She drew in a breath and squeezed her eyes closed, willing herself to relax.

He swung the belt lightly, hardly causing any sting at all.

She opened her eyes to find him watching her in the mirror.

He swung a bit harder and she jumped, but the sting that bloomed across her cheeks felt delicious.

“Mmm,” she encouraged.

He smiled in satisfaction and struck again with the same force.

She sucked in her breath over her teeth, but gave another moan of approval.

He struck again and again applying even strokes up and down her buttocks, leaving a warm sting in his wake.

“Five more, a little harder this time. To show you the kind of spanking you’ll get if you disobey. I want you to count them.” Without waiting for her acknowledgement, he struck.

She gasped and tried to stand up.

“Count,” he reminded her.

“One!” she yelped.

He laid the next stripe before she had recovered from the first.

“Two! Two!” she called out, as if saying them faster would somehow earn her a reprieve.

“Good girl,” he encouraged, seeming to know he had pushed her limits. She took a deep breath and pushed her bottom back out for him.

He struck again, twice.

“Three—four!” she shouted.

“One more. You’re doing so well.”

His praise helped her, even though she didn’t know how one could be spanked well.

He brought the belt down one last time, a little harder.

Tears sprang to her eyes and she bit her lip, trying to recover her voice. “Five,” she said, her voice wobbling.

He dropped the belt and stroked his large hand up and down the length of her arched back. “Very good, Chloe.” He leaned over and gripped her hair, putting his mouth by her ear. “I love it when you obey me.”

Those words should not turn her on, but clearly they did, the fire on her backside eclipsed by the one in her center core, her body trembling to be fully taken by him.

If she’d had any concern about his stamina as an older man, it disappeared when she caught sight of his cock, fully erect once more.

She gave a pleading bray, hollowing her back to offer her pussy to him.

He brought his fingers to her sex, sliding them over her wet folds. “I know,” he said softly. “You’re ready for your reward.”

“Ohhh,” she moaned, letting him know he was definitely on the right track.

His finger stroked along her opening seemingly without agenda, despite the urgency she felt.

“Please?” she tried.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me, doctor?”

He gripped her hair again, lifting her head. “I love it when you talk dirty, little slut.”

She shuddered at his use of the term, which normally she would consider an insult.

Somehow, in this situation it came as the highest praise.

Her pussy gushed in response, her insides quivering as much as her legs, her ass still toasty from his delicious display of dominance. “Please?” she asked again.

“Yes,” he drawled. “Tonight I will indulge you. Sometimes I will make you work harder for it.”

She lifted her head. “A blowjob and a whipping aren’t considered work?”

He slapped her ass. “Do not get sassy, or you will be kneeling in the corner with a vibrator up your ass until I decide it’s time for you to come,” he said sharply.

“Ooh.” She couldn’t even pretend not to love that idea.

He chuckled. “I can think of a number of embarrassing medical procedures I could subject you to, as well.”

She didn’t have a chance to consider what he might mean because he chose that moment to push into her. Her pussy took him in like a long lost friend, stretching wide to accommodate his girth, hungry for his full length. “Oh yes, please ,” she whispered.

He kept his fist in her hair, lifting her head again. “Look at yourself,” he commanded as his hips bumped hers.

She opened her eyes to see her breasts swaying with the movement, her face already twisted into the expression of desperate desire that precedes orgasm. She squeezed her lids closed again, embarrassed.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded.

This time she looked for him, found the handsome planes of his face set with the same dark passion, the chiseled muscles of his chest straining. He slammed into her harder, his balls slapping against her clit, sending her careening over the edge with just a few strokes.

“Oh yes!” she gasped.

“Not yet,” he growled, never stopping the hard fucking he delivered with each firm instroke.

“Darren,” she whimpered, begging.

“You come on command,” he reminded her, his voice harsh and roughened.

“Yes!” she gasped, her hands growing slippery on the mirror from their heat, her legs shaking with the effort to remain in position and accept his aggressive plundering.

She panted, distracting herself from her own need to release by squeezing the walls of her vagina each time he pushed in.

“Chloe!” he exclaimed, the sound of shocked pleasure echoing through the room.

Encouraged, she kept at it, until he gave a desperate, “Oh God!”

Abruptly her attention returned to the feel of his hard cock moving inside her, every sensation heightened tenfold.

She smelled her own arousal, tasted the salty reminder of his cum still on her tongue.

The sound of flesh slapping flesh as his pelvis smacked against hers, his balls pleasuring her most sensitive nerve-endings.

He pulled her hair back even further, pounding into her with a ferocity that satisfied every last need within her.

“God, yes!” she screamed through clenched teeth.

“Come, Chloe!” he barked, and she shattered, losing control as a tidal wave tossed her over the edge and her muscles contracted around his cock, spasming on and on, longer than she had ever orgasmed in her life.

Then, just as it passed and she thought she might collapse, Darren pulled out and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her to the bed where he settled her. Switching off the light, he climbed over her and covered her body with his own, kissing her with the tenderness absent in their love-making.

He kissed her until her lips felt bruised and her heart seemed it would explode with fullness. Then he settled beside her and pulled her against his chest, where he cradled her head on his shoulder. She tossed a leg over him, snuggling in, the sound of his heartbeat lulling her toward sleep.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

“For what?”

“Hot sex. Helping with Jen. Being my hero.”

He kissed her temple. “Thank you for letting me be your hero.”

She almost slipped into sleep when he said into the darkness, “I’m excited about you. About us.”

She shivered, goosebumps standing up on her arms, the thrill of possibility dancing in her chest. “Me too,” she whispered, floating in happiness.