Page 7 of Yes, Doctor (Master Me #2)
D arren teased Chloe all day, turning the LYLA on and off, changing speeds and generally keeping her on the edge. He could tell by her flushed cheeks and bright eyes she was one stroke away from an orgasm, and he wanted to keep her that way as long as possible.
Unfortunately, none of the other doctors seemed inclined to leave that afternoon, everyone gathering in Dr. Reinhart’s clinic for a social chat. He was about ready to grab Chloe’s arm and yank her out to his car, bend her over the hood and fuck her in front of God and the world.
She stood at the end of the hall, an irresolute look on her face.
Technically, she should be off by now, so she may have run out of excuses to stick around.
He flicked the vibrator on. She whirled and looked down the hall, seeing where he stood in Dr. Reinhart’s doorway.
Without signalling, she turned and walked into the supply closet.
He smiled. Well, why not finish things where they started?
The idea of fucking her in the supply closet while his colleagues stood shooting the shit less than twenty feet away had a lot of appeal.
He eased back from his position, drifting away without excusing himself. At the end of the hall, he twisted the handle to the supply closet and slipped in, noiselessly.
Chloe stood much like he’d found her that morning—backed against the shelves. But this time, her eyes looked wild. He closed the distance between them in a few swift strides, capturing the back of her head and holding it to plunder her mouth.
She twined her arms around his neck, throwing her weight against him as she kissed back, her sweet little tongue tangling with his. When they broke apart, he held out his palm, using his best operating room voice, “lube.”
“Yes, doctor,” she whispered, reaching for a box containing a tube of lubricant and handing it to him.
“Turn around and bend over,” he instructed. He shook the tube out of the box and opened it. “Pull down your pants.”
She did not hesitate this time, yanking down her pants and panties.
Smearing a generous amount of jelly on his finger, he parted her cheeks and rubbed it over her anus.
She shot a worried glance over her shoulder.
“That’s right, Chloe,” he said in a low voice. “I’m going to fuck your ass, while you have a vibrator buzzing in your pussy and the rest of your bosses are just a few feet away.”
She whimpered.
He fully realized if they were caught, they would probably both be kicked out of the practice, but for some reason, it seemed completely worth the risk.
He pressed his thumb against her anus until she relaxed it enough for him to enter. He reached around with his other hand and stroked her pussy while he eased his thumb up to the knuckle, wiggling it inside her.
“Oh please, God!” she whispered.
“I am your God aren’t I?” he murmured.
“Yes,” she answered, more readily than he expected. “I need you so badly.”
He shoved his thumb in all the way and withdrew it, then buried it again.
“Ohhhh,” Chloe moaned.
He freed his cock, put on a condom and rubbed more lube on the head before bringing it to her little hole.
Chloe tensed and he stroked his palm down her back. “You can do this,” he assured her. “Just relax and let me in. The more you surrender, the better it will feel.” He turned the vibrator up to a higher level and circled her clit with his finger.
The muscles in her back softened and her anus opened once more. He pushed in, just a little bit and stopped to allow her to get accustomed to his girth.
“Doctor...Drake, I mean Darren,” she panted.
He eased in a little further. “You’re doing great, baby girl.”
“Mm, it’s so intense.”
“Yes. The pleasure will be all the more intense too.” He used more pressure, penetrating deeper into her deliciously tight channel.
“More,” she grunted.
“You’re ready?”
“Yes...oh God yes!”
He pushed into the hilt, slowly withdrew and pressed in again. “You feel so good,” he gritted, beginning to lose composure as his senses overloaded. He gripped her hips to hold her still, pumping smoothly into her, listening to her muffled squeals.
“Yes...yes!” she moaned in an urgent whisper.
He suddenly wished they were not in danger of being overheard, because he wanted to shout with his release, which he had built to the bursting point.
“Oh, God, Pleeeease!”
He curled his fingers inside her and her muscles spasmed. “Yes!” he hissed, slamming into her and remaining pressed deep inside as he pinched her clit.
“Oh,” she sobbed, sagging beneath him.
He wrapped an arm around her waist to stabilize her and eased out, pulling off the condom placing it in the box the lube had come in. Seeking the loop to the vibrator, he gently tugged it out.
She gave a cry of surprised disappointment.
He turned it off and tucked it in his doctor’s coat pocket, along with the box and lube. Pulling up her panties and pants, he spun her around and captured her mouth, kissing her deeply.
She leaned into him and he wrapped his arms around her to lend his strength to her still trembling form.
“Good girl,” he said.
She offered her lips again, looking completely dazed.
He stroked them with his own, drinking in her softness, amazed at the way she’d given herself to him so fully, so fearlessly. He cleared his throat. “The prognosis looks good, Miss Jones.”
“The prognosis on what?” she murmured.
“On our on-going chemistry together.”
She arched her back, pressing her firm tits against his ribs. “What about the lousy date?” The question sounded light, but her eyes searched his face with a trace of vulnerability, as if his answer might mean more than she let on.
“I told you—I’ve got that handled. Now, here’s what I want you to do: walk out of the supply closet. If the coast is clear for me to come out, let me know. If not, shut the door and leave. I’ll find my own way out later. Got it?”
She grinned, her eyes twinkling. “Got it.”
“Oh and Chloe?”
She turned, smiling a bright smile. “Yeah?”
“Leave your phone number on my desk before you go.”
Her smile widened. “Okay.”
He caught her arm. “Yes, doctor,” he corrected.
“Yes, doctor.” She kissed him again and turned away, slipping out.
Chloe left the supply closet on wobbly legs, her sex still pulsing. She froze, trying to compose her face when she saw the group of doctors coming straight at her.
“Chloe! Why are you still here?”
“Oh, I uh...just needed to reorganize some things in the supply closet. I think everything should be nice and orderly now!” she adlibbed.
Dr. Dihns looked at her watch. “Well, I don’t think we needed you to work overtime on it,” she said doubtfully.
“I don’t expect you to pay me for this!” she reassured them. “It was just for my own sanity.”
“Well, come along, we’re ready to lock up.”
“Yep, I’m coming. I think Dr. Drake is still around here somewhere. Maybe in the restroom?”
“Oh yes, I see his car out there,” Dr. Reinhart called from the door to the parking lot. “Okay, good night!”
She walked swiftly toward the first exam room, where she stowed her purse, since she didn’t have an office. When she returned, the doctors had left, as she hoped. She ran to the supply closet and swung open the door. “All clear!”
Dr. Drake was leaning against the shelves, his arms folded casually across his chest, as if hiding in a supply closet was a perfectly comfortable and ordinary experience for him. He stood and sauntered out.
Remembering his instructions, she scurried ahead of him to his office, writing her phone number on a prescription pad.
She found him in an exam room, washing and sterilizing the bullet. “Well...goodnight,” she offered.
He looked over his shoulder and smiled. “I’m in surgery all day tomorrow and Wednesday, but Thursday I want you to wear your hair in that one-sided braid and bring a change of clothes so we can go out.”
She stopped, not sure whether to be offended or turned on by his bossy presumption. What if she had other plans for Thursday night? Of course, even if she had, she’d drop them in a heartbeat for a date with Dr. Dreamy.
He arched a brow in the stomach-dropping way he had and she understood it was deliberate.
Next time I’ll tell you what to wear, when to speak and how to speak to me.
She licked her lips. What did he have in store for her?
“Yes, doctor,” she said. Their eyes met and held and for an instant, she could not breathe, the searing intensity of his gaze melting her into a puddle.
“Good night, Chloe,” he said softly.
The spell broken, she turned. “”Night,” she answered, slipping out the door and leaving the building before she launched herself at the doctor and begged him to take her home and keep her as a pet.
What was it about him? The very doctor-ness she hated in the rest of the medical profession? The take-charge confidence certainly appealed. But there was something deeper. Something he understood about her that she had only just begun to see. A secret she wasn’t sure she was ready to explore.
She passed the next few days in eager anticipation, and when Thursday came, she spent time in the morning braiding her hair to one side as he had requested, putting on makeup and choosing an outfit.
She feared the day would pass slowly, but with a packed schedule she found herself too busy to spend time thinking about their date until five o’clock rolled around and the clinic emptied.
“Change your clothes and meet me in the parking lot,” Dr. Darren ordered when just the two of them were left.
Her heart skipped as she popped into the restroom and shucked her scrubs, putting on an outfit she deemed as sophisticated—a black skirt, purple spaghetti strapped blouse and high heels. Grown up clothes. This time she’d be ready to date a doctor.
She toddled out to the parking lot, the heels already making the balls of her feet ache. She looked around. His car or her car? Where exactly in the parking lot did he want her to wait?
“My car,” came the deep, commanding voice behind her. “Walk over, put your hands on the hood and don’t turn around.”
She obeyed, her heart racing with the thrill of the unknown. She reached his white Jeep Cherokee and placed her hands on the warm metal, as instructed, listening for the sounds of his steps.
“Take off your panties,” he ordered. She started to look over her shoulder, but he snapped, “Do not turn.”
“Sorry,” she giggled, snapping her head back to face the vehicle and forgetting.
He cleared his throat. “The panties?”
“Oh!” she giggled again and lifted the edges of her skirt enough to grasp her panties and yank them down. She prayed no one besides him could see her. She stepped out of the tiny g-string and held it out, without turning.
“Hmm,” he said, taking them from her. “These are smaller than I imagined.” He wrapped a strong arm around her waist, pulling her against the front of his firm body.
His hard cock pressed at her low back and she longed to touch it, but she didn’t move, just waited for instructions.
He brought the panties in front of her face. “Put these in your mouth.”
“What?”
“In your mouth. Now,” he said sharply, reproof in his tone.
She opened her lips tentatively. He pressed the little piece of silk and elastic into her mouth.
“That will serve as your gag. I do not want you to speak until I remove it. You may nod your head yes or no if I ask you a direct question. Understand?”
She nodded, rolling the fabric around in her mouth.
“Turn around.”
She spun to face him.
He took a step backward, surveying her from head to toe with a critical eye. “You look beautiful, Chloe. Are you comfortable?”
“Mmph?”
“You don’t quite look comfortable to me. Are the shoes bothering you?”
She shrugged, embarrassed. “Mmmph mph,” she replied, an attempt at “a little bit.”
She realized he had dressed casually, in a pair of jeans and short sleeved button-down. She flushed.
He stepped back in and stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Did you choose this outfit for me, Chloe?”
She nodded, feeling foolish.
“I love it. And I love the way you look in it. But I think I prefer you to look more like yourself. I don’t mean scrubs, but this doesn’t quite seem like your style. Is it?”
She shook her head, her forehead crinkling.
He kissed the lines away. “Thank you,” he whispered. “For making such an effort.” He took her hand and led her to the passenger side, opening the door for her and helping her in.