Page 24 of Stripping the Sub
The smile she gave him was a little manic and didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yep. I’m fine.”
He reviewed all the ideas he’d had for tonight’s scene in his head, rapidly revising his plans as they descended into the Dungeon.
Since the Interrogation Room hadn’t been available, Michael had reserved the Doctor’s Office instead. He could definitely work with that. In fact, the medical surroundings might even offer up some fun the other room wouldn’t have. It wasn’t his usual, but…
As he led Ellie to the open room, he caught the jealous glances of several Doms who saw them and couldn’t help but smirk a little. Yeah, two weekends in a row with Ellie, something none of them had managed before. It was also a good reminder not to fuck this up, since he was already getting a chance no one else had.
Glancing up at him, the smile on Ellie’s lips looked a little more real now.
“So we’re going to play doctor, huh?”
“We can if you’d like to,” he said, smiling back at her, trying to inject as much warmth into his smile as he could so she wouldn’t see his concern and anxiety about doing a scene with her right after she’d had what looked like some kind of PTSD episode or something. The desperation in her voice when she’d begged for the scene had been the only thing which had convinced him to give in to her, and his acceptance had immediately calmed her, so it was probably the right thing to do… but he still felt pretty unsettled about it. “I’m not really into improv, so I’m not always great at role play past the first few lines.”
Ellie’s smile widened. “You didn’t do so badly last week.”
“Thank you,” he said, a bit dryly. “Now be a good patient and take off all your clothes.”
She started laughing, chasing the rest of her tension from her expression and body, and Michael was finally able to relax a little too. Closing the door behind them, he turned to see Ellie pulling off her halter top, letting her breasts gently bounce as they were freed from the confining fabric. Crossing his arms over his chest, Michael leaned his hip against the counter, enjoying the show.
“I’m pretty sure doctors are supposed to leave the room while their patients undress,” Ellie teased.
“I knew there was a reason the medical profession had no appeal for me.”
Giggling, Ellie turned her back to him and wiggled her hips as she started peeling off her mini-skirt. She peeked over her shoulder at him, mischievously. “So, theater must be nice, with all the costume changes.”
“The quick changes on the side of the stage are the best,” he said, enjoying the way she carefully stepped out of her skirt, not even wobbling in her high heels. She seemed completely past whatever had happened upstairs. He still felt discomfited, but he didn’t want her to know that. “Whoever’s around gets to lend a helping hand the first dress rehearsal, and then that’s their job for the rest of the show. Although, just standing back and watching can be quite nice.”
She preened under his attention as his eyes traveled over her naked body while she bent over to unstrap her heels, turning to the side so he could see her hanging breasts and the curve of her form. Damn she was gorgeous.
Michael wanted to step forward and pull her into his arms… but he kept holding back. He didn’t want a repeat of upstairs. Which was also why he was hesitating on really getting the scene going.
“Ellie…”
She straightened up, wariness in her expression as she heard the change in his voice. “Yes?”
“Are you sure you’re up for scening?” When her expression turned mutinous, he held up a placating hand. “I’ve never had anyone safe word in a scene with me, and I’m quite proud of that. I’m asking because I didn’t mean to do anything to upset you upstairs, and yet I managed to anyway. I’d like to avoid upsetting you down here.”
Hugging her clothes to her front, it was obvious she felt vulnerable. Her eyes flicked to the door, but to get to the door, she’d have to pass him. Michael didn’t want her to feel trapped, and he certainly wouldn’t block her, but he didn’t regret positioning himself to make it harder for her to run either. Ellie took a deep breath and let it out, like she was steeling herself against something.
“If you stick to my hard limits, I should be fine,” she said. “I need this. I really do… it… I feel back in control when I’m doing a scene. Iknowthat if I say ‘red,’ you’ll stop. I need that right now. I need to lose myself in a scene and know I can trust you.”
He moved forward, quickly, to cup her face in his hands. “You can always trust me,” he said softly. “If you need even a breather tonight, just say ‘yellow,’ and I’ll pause and we can talk.”
Something flickered across her expression. Yeah, she didn’t like to talk. Too bad. They were going to have to eventually. But he wasn’t going to push her tonight. He wasn’t going to try to dig deeper into her psyche when it had already taken a hit tonight. The confession of what she needed was enough for now.
He was going to give her what she needed, pleasure her, and show her she could trust him.
Taking her clothes from her, Michael stepped back. “Alright then. Up on the table, Ellie.”
Chapter 6
Heart pounding in her chest with relief and excitement, Ellie hopped up onto the doctor’s table while Michael put her clothing on the counter. There was something hot about being completely naked while he was completely clothed. Sure, she felt vulnerable, but in a good way. Sexually vulnerable, physically vulnerable… not emotionally.
Emotionally, she was still a little off-kilter, but she was already feeling better. Leigh’s words had helped a lot, Michael’s understanding and his lack of pushing for more answers had helped even more. Plus, she was going to get her scene. Just the anticipation helped make her feel more centered, more calm.
“Lay back, hands above your head,” he said, his voice deepening, making her shiver as she raised her arms above her head, spreading her legs for balance as she lay back.
Michael moved around her, his gaze sliding over her naked body with appreciation as her nipples hardened. She could see he was still a little concerned, but at least he wasn’t stopping.
