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She lowered her head, and tensed her shoulders, signaling her acceptance of his punishment.
He inserted the needle on the lower side of her right buttock, and injected the saline.
She gave a soft moan when he removed it.“You’re a sick bastard,” she said, although he heard a giggle in her voice.
He chuckled.“I can still give that spanking.”
She didn’t even pretend not to want it.
Walking to the head of the table, he released her wrists, rubbing away the red where the tubing had pressed against her skin.He kissed her pulse, then bit the meaty part of her thumb.Gently twisting her arms behind her, he re-tied her wrists where they lay in the small of her back.Surveying the picture she made, he reached out and plucked the tie to her dressing gown, releasing the knot so the strings fell to the sides and bared her back completely.
There.Absolute perfection.Fully naked, her peaches and cream skin glowed against the white of the paper, her small lean body perfectly framed on his table.Legs spread, ankles bound, wrists secured behind her back and hair fanned around her head like a halo, she made the most erotic and enticing picture he had ever seen.The crowning glory came with the sight of her pink sex glistening once again, despite her recent orgasm.
Untying her ankles, he pulled her legs down until she could stand on the step, still bent at the waist, her ass presented to him.He slapped one cheek, catching the lower curve of her buttock in his palm in a most satisfying way.Rubbing the sting away, he slapped again, and then again.
“Mmm,” she encouraged.
“I think you quite like being a naughty girl, don’t you Miss Jones?”
She gave a soft “oomph” when he slapped her other cheek.“I-I’m not sure of the appropriate answer to that question,” she admitted.
He brought his hand back and landed it squarely between her legs, slapping her pussy.
She squeaked and tried to erect her torso in surprise.
He pushed her back down.“No, Miss Jones.You asked for this spanking.If I decide you require vaginal percussion, I will apply it.”
She giggled at his made up medical term “vaginal percussion.”
He slapped her sex again, his fingers moistened by her slick juices.By the third slap, she was moaning wantonly, beginning to writhe against the exam table.
Being able to ignite such desire in her gave him a rush like he’d never before experienced—a soaring sense of virility and heady power.
“Doctor Drake…”
He fisted fingers into her hair and pulled it back.“Dr.Darren, my dear Miss Jones,” he murmured in her ear.
“Dr.Darren, I need you.”
Once more the words set him on fire, his own animal need barely leashed.“Need me...how?”he asked hoarsely.
“I need you to fuck me, doctor,” she moaned.“Now.”
He abandoned any thoughts of reminding her who was in charge as he yanked off his white coat and tossed it on the floor.Fumbling for a condom from his wallet, he drank in the sight of her again.Her submissive pose exquisite, her pleading moans singing him into an altered state.Unbuttoning his pants, he freed his length, sheathing it with the condom.
“Now, Miss Jones, this is still an experimental procedure,” he said, stepping up onto the stair behind her.“But I’m willing to try, since your case is rather unusual.”
He slid into her without any preparation, her tissues engorged and welcoming, channel slick.
“Oh God, yes,” she muttered.“Oh please fuck me hard.”
He went dizzy to hear her talk like a porn star.He’d always known her blushes and stammer did not mask a demure little innocent.No, they had been real enough, because they hid her true nature: submissive slut.In the best possible way that label could be used.He grasped her hips and obliged, slamming his cock inside her and withdrawing, slamming again, reveling in her gasps and the sound of flesh slapping flesh.
His own control began to crumble.He wanted to draw it out, to pleasure her further, but he became lost in the act of burying his cock deep inside her tight little channel.“Chloe…” he muttered, forgetting about Miss Jones and Dr.Dreamy and letting the scene drop away until it became only about the two of them.Not doctor and patient, not employer and employee, just Chloe and Darren—their true selves, underneath it all.
As he held Chloe’s pelvis, controlling her to meet his thrusts, he knew he would never get enough of her.He could no longer pretend this was all a game: he wanted her as his own, wanted to devour her, control her, protect and care for her.He needed to claim her like a rutting beast choosing the best mate.
“Ahhh, God, Chloe!”he groaned moments before he shot his load.
