Page 53 of Doctor's Demands
Another strike lands on the same ass cheek, and her entire body quivers, then sags. She’s not screaming, she’s whimpering, and the man puts the whip down and moves in behind her.
It’s impossible to see exactly what he’s doing, but I think he’s pulling his cock out of his pants. Then it’s obvious that’s what he’s done, as he moves in a humping fashion. She moans and drops her head back. He grabs her by the chin and kisses her as he fucks her. When he lets her go, she’s crying, tears are pouring down her cheeks.
He stops what he’s doing and gets a key off the table, unlocking her handcuffs. The robe falls off her as he picks her up and carries her to the bondage bed. He bends her over it, her ass has red marks on one cheek. The man cocks his head to look at it as he runs his hand over it lightly.
“I’m sorry,” the woman cries. “I’ll never do it again. I swear.”
“What are you sorry for, sub?” the devil man asks.
He takes a seat on the side of the bed and picks her up to sit on his lap. Stroking her red cheek, he cocks his head in a very demonic-like way.
She gulps, then says, “For kissing that man.”
“But I told you to kiss him. Why are you sorry for doing what I told you to do, sub?” He moves his hand over her bare breast.
“Because you also told me never to allow any other man to touch me. I disobeyed your first rule. I am sorry, and I will accept my punishment.” She looks down, and I can see tears falling from her eyes.
He nods and turns her over, face down on his lap. He gives her ass a hard smack. “One,” she says.
He does it again and again as she counts off twenty strikes. I’m shaking, as I can’t imagine taking that many. She’s crying as she calls out the last eight numbers. Sobs are racking her body. Then he picks her up and makes her stand on top of the bed. She hangs onto the wooden rail that runs along the top, and she’s still crying.
The man pulls his full-face mask up a bit, revealing his mouth, and begins to have oral sex with her. She cries, moans, and shrieks. Finally, she orgasms, and he stops.
Taking her back to the wall, he cuffs her again and blindfolds her. Then he hangs her up on the same hook he did before, only she’s facing out this time. He goes to open the door, and another man is there. He also has on a face mask, but it’s a blue devil, and he’s wearing the same clothes the other man has on.
I put my hand over my mouth, silently willing her to see what her Dom has done. He’s brought another man in. He wants to tempt her again. And she’ll have to be punished again if she falls for it.
I reach behind me and find Owen’s hand and hold it tightly. He pulls me back to lean against him. My stomach is tight as my body tenses when I see the man in the blue mask walk up to her and run his gloved hands over her tits.
She’s perfectly still. Then she wiggles as she screams, “Stop! You’re not my Dom. Stop!”
The man steps back, and she stops fighting her bonds. Her Dom steps forward and kisses one of her nipples. She stays still, knowing it’s him.
He doesn’t say a word as he steps back and the other man takes his place. He cocks his head in the demonic fashion the other man did and pulls his mask up a bit, then kisses her right on her clit.
She kicks wildly and he steps back. “You are not my Dom. Get away from me.”
“I can give you riches,” the man says with a sinister growl. “I can put you in the finest homes and give you the finest cars. You will want for nothing if you come with me. We can run away together. I will love you. Your Dom only uses you. He doesn’t know how to love. He treats you like a dog, and I will treat you like a queen.”
“No!” she shouts. “Get away from me.”
The man in the blue mask grabs her by the thighs, holding her legs still so she can’t kick him or even move. He looks back at the red-masked man. “May I?”
Her Dom nods. “Sub, this man is going to lick your pussy. If you come, then I will be forced to punish you further, and you will be kept in the cage for the rest of the night.”
The woman goes perfectly still, and the other man begins to lick her intimate area. I’m sick to my stomach but on pins and needles, wondering if she can stop her body from having an orgasm just because her Dom told her not to.
The other man works furiously to get her to respond, but she doesn’t. He finally stops and looks at her Dom. “You win.”
The television goes off, and I find it pitch black. Then Owen puts a blindfold on me. He whispers, “Time to see if you know who owns you, baby.”
Two hands grab one arm, and two hands grab the other. “This isn’t funny, you guys!”
“It’s not meant to be,” I hear Owen say, and find he’s on the right side of me.
The sound of a door opening, then closing, has me thinking I’m in the BDSM room and about to be worked over by not one, but two men. And I’m not feeling it. “Owen, I don’t want two of you.”
“And you won’t have two men. You will pick one of us. I just hope you pick the right one.” He pulls my arm up, and Grant pulls up the other one. My hands are cuffed, then I’m hung on the wall. My toes barely touch the floor.
