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  The last came out like an order. Shocked, she was across the room before she considered his tone. “Here they are.”

  “Put them on the bed,” he said. “On the edge, so I can reach them easily when I need them. How much restraint will you need, Ginny? Will arms be enough or will I have to spread-eagle your legs and leave you completely open and available for my use, hmm?”

  “I want to be completely helpless!” It came out without thinking. She couldn’t believe the words that echoed in her mind, but she meant them. And was terrified.

  Mac looked at her, as if trying to peer into her soul and measure her fears. “You will be, Ginny, my dear. You will be.”

  He’d moved close. Near enough to touch if either of them reached out. Neither of them did. She was too stunned at her admission and he… Who knew what Mac was thinking?

  “I’ll tie you so you’re helpless, Ginny, if that’s what you want. I’d enjoy knowing I had you at my mercy. I’ll be able to touch you anywhere, with whatever I want and you’ll be unable to do anything but take what I hand out. To submit.”

  Her throat tightened again and her heart raced, but an odd peace settled over her. She wanted to give over power to Mac, to be helpless and powerless. A wild rush of emotion, desire and heat raced through her mind, and without thinking, she fell to her knees at his feet and lowered her head. She was close to shaking, wanted, needed, yearned for his touch but didn’t dare ask.

  Mac held in the gasp but nothing contained the rush of emotion, power and tenderness as he looked at Ginny, neck bowed, body quivering. He understood her need. It was a reflection of his own. She was scared. So was he. What if he disappointed her? She was excited, aroused. He could smell her and he and was hard as a poker with an erection that all but hurt. As long as he made her wait, he’d have to as well, but, oh, they’d both enjoy the release when it came.

  He stroked her head, ruffling the lovely copper hair. Ran his hand over her slender neck. She was so vulnerable, so gloriously submissive, but he knew what strength it took to kneel at his feet.

  Scared and anxious as she was, she begged for what she needed with every muscle and sinew in her quivering body.

  Time to play.

  He grasped her upper arms with both hands and helped her to her feet. “Look at me, Ginny.”

  She raised her eyes. They seemed bluer and brighter than before. Her face was calm but her shoulders shook. He kissed her, slowly and thoroughly, pressing his lips to hers, teasing her tongue with his, pushing the kiss deeper and harder until she gave that lovely, sexy moan again. Time to stop before he lost it, he had an afternoon of play planned. The last thing he wanted was to disappoint her.

  “You are wonderful,” he whispered to her lips. “Sexy and lovely and wondrously submissive. You will obey me, won’t you?”

  “Yes,” she said, between little gasps.

  He kissed her hair, took her hand, meshing her fingers with his and led her to the middle of the room. “I’m going to undress you,” he told her. “Then we are going to shower together and afterwards, when you’ve soaped and washed every inch of your body, we’re coming back in here and playing ‘doctor’.”

  “Doctor?” A little crease appeared between her raised eyebrows. He smoothed it with his lips.

  “Yes, doctor. Never played it as a child? I did, lots of times, and it’s even more fun as a grown-up. I’ll examine your body most assiduously. You will lie completely still, like a good little submissive and cooperate fully with whatever I ask.” He paused. “Won’t you, Ginny?”

  She nodded, pausing to take a deep breath. “Yes. I think so.”

  “I know so! That’s why you’re here.” Before she had time to worry that one, he unfastened the first button on her dress. She couldn’t have picked a better style, it had a row of large pearl buttons from the open neck to the hem. Most obliging of her to make it so convenient. He undid three more so her dress was open to the waist and pulled the two halves apart. Nice bra. He always liked lace, and this warm pink looked particularly lovely against her pale skin but… “Next time, Ginny, be sure to wear a bra with a front fastening.”

  “Oh!” She gave a little shake as he traced the sweet swell of flesh above the lacy cups. “I will. But… Mac, I don’t have any.”

  “Better go shopping. Your job is to make it easy for me to strip you. Impede me like this again and you may end up over my knee.”

  Her hand came up, grasping his forearm as if to steady herself. “I’ll buy one. I never thought…” Her breath caught. She was aroused and exited. By being undressed, or the threat of a spanking? He’d find out in time.

  “I know. I won’t punish you, but next time, you know what I’ll expect.”

  “Yes, next time.” Another tight little gasp. Was she anticipating a “next time” as much as he was?

  He ran his fingers over her soft flesh, reaching into the cup to find her nipple. It was already hard. He gave it a gentle squeeze, watching her face as she breathed hard and her lips parted. “Ever worn nipple clamps, Ginny?”

  “No!”

  “You will, one of these days. Tight ones that pinch your nipples. But first, let’s get off this damn bra.” He spun her around, pulling her dress off her shoulders and flicking open the hooks, pushed the straps off her shoulders. It was a pretty bra, but the floor was the best place for it. He spun her back to face him and gave himself the luxury of ogling her breasts. They were large, firm and tipped with upstanding, rosy-brown nipples. He cupped a breast in each hand rubbing his thumbs over the firm points of flesh. “Do they always stay this hard?”

  “N-no.”

  The stammer might have been because he squeezed them between finger and thumb. As she caught her breath, he eased the pressure then bent his head and licked her right nipple. She shivered as he closed his mouth on her flesh and sucked. He undid three more buttons and her dress fell to the floor. Not quite naked. She wore a thin, waist slip, but he could smell her arousal, sweet, and feminine and sexy.

  He wanted the damn slip off her. Time to show her what dominant meant. Lifting his mouth off her breast, he stood upright, put both hands on her waist and lifted her. He took two steps toward the bed and dropped her onto the mattress. While she gasped and tried to sit upright, he grabbed her slip, yanked it off and fell on top of her, grasping her wrists and pinning her to the bed, arms spread.

  “This, Ginny, is how it will feel when I tie you down. Do you like it? You won’t be able to move. Unable to resist. All you’ll be able to do is submit meekly.”

  “Maybe not meekly,” she whispered, her voice clear, her mouth just inches from his ear.

  “No?” he replied. “We’ll see about that!” He was darn well tempted to skip the shower, just tie her down here and now and start playing this second. He had her naked didn’t he? But he wanted the pleasure of soaping and examining every inch of her, and besides, he really fancied playing “doctor” with her.

  He stood, and before she could move, grabbed her, tossing her over his shoulder and crossed the carpet to the open bathroom door. One hand held her ankles together and with her lovely arse at eye level, he couldn’t resist planting a big, smacky kiss on one bum cheek and just for luck, he gave her a friendly smack before letting her naked body slide down his front. She stood, inches away from him, head tousled, face flushed and eyes bright.

  Time to play in earnest. “Ginny, go stand in the corner.”

  Chapter Five

  Ginny stared at Mac. “What?”

  “You heard me, dear. Time to start obeying. Stand in the corner, with your face to the wall while I get things ready.” She opened her mouth as if to protest or argue, thought better of it, and turned and faced the corner. Very promising. “Peep or turn around before I give you permission, Ginny, and you’ll learn the difference between a love pat on your delectable posterior and a thorough hand spanking.”

  She got the message. Good. Now he’d take his time. Let her anxiety peak a little. He whistled as he stripped off,
banged cupboard doors and found towels.

  Ginny stood, breathing slowly in a vain attempt to still her racing pulse. She should be scared, worried, anxious—heck, she was naked, alone and with a man she only met yesterday. Instead, despite the excitement and fast beating heart, her overwhelming emotion was peace. At last her dreams and fantasies were coming true. She’d knelt to a lover and now stood stripped, awaiting his pleasure. Her knees wobbled as a rush of emotion poured though her. Another slow, calming breath and the peacefulness returned.

  Until she sensed Mac near, felt his warm breath on her shoulder and fought the urge to turn and face him. She clenched her fists and tensed her shoulders, wanting to wrap her arms around his neck, but knowing this was a test. She’d been told to stand and face the wall—and face the wall she would. She jumped as his hand touched her back and traced a slow path down her spine. When he reached her bottom, she was shaking. He stroked the curve of her hip and whispered, “You are magnificent, Ginny. Not much longer. I’m almost ready.”

  He kissed her shoulder and was gone.

  She wanted to whimper, but held that back, too. This was so hard and so utterly right. She shut her eyes, blocking out any distraction from the sensations in her body. He’d barely started playing and she was this hot, this aroused. How much more could she take without climaxing. A lot! She’d have to. He had a long way to go.

  Ginny almost jumped as the shower started running. Not much longer, surely? Slow, deep breath. And another.

  “Ginny.” A shudder rippled though her at his voice.

  “Yes, Mac?”

  His hand was gentle on her shoulder. “Turn around.”

  She obeyed and gaped. He was as naked as she was. Shouldn’t be surprised at that. He’d hardly be getting in the shower in a knit shirt and chinos, but the sight of him took her breath away. He was beautiful from his broad shoulders to his slim waist and solid thighs, to the twinkle in his eyes and the magnificent cock rising hard and proud from the nest of dark curls at his groin.

  Her mouth went dry then flowed with saliva at the prospect of sucking that lovely cock, of running her lips up its length and easing her tongue over the smooth head and lapping the hard flesh.

  Her knees relaxed in preparation to kneel and worship his cock, but Mac’s hand on her shoulder stayed her. “Not yet, Ginny. Soon. Very soon, you will have the privilege of sucking my cock and feeling it touch the back of your throat, but first, I want to enjoy myself a little with your sumptuous body. Come on.” He opened the shower door and stood aside to let her enter.

  His shower alone was worth the trip! The door was a standard shower door width, but inside, it was five times as deep as most showers and… She couldn’t help staring. He must have bought up the entire stock of shower fitments from the nearest builders’ supply. At the farthest end, a super-wide spray head sent a deluge of warm water pouring past the dark blue tiled wall. That was just the beginning. On each wall were three more showerheads, at various heights and angles, and to her right an array of shiny brass knobs presumably controlled the panoply of options, including, she just noticed, two handheld showers on a rail and an assortment of rails and hooks along one wall.

  “You could spend a week here and still not try out everything,” she said, looking around and catching his amused glance.

  “Like it?”

  “Yes.” She was a bit dubious about a couple of odd-looking hoses at one end, but the warm cascade appealed.

  “There’s soap on the ledge,” Mac said, “grab it and start on my back.”

  Where had she dreamed up the idea of being massaged with scented bubbles by his strong hands? Would have been nice but he was waiting, watching, and no doubt imagining her bottom over his knee if she hesitated too long. She reached for the tablet of soap. She’d wanted to be dominated. Better start obeying.

  She lathered up the soap and started on his shoulders. Really, she couldn’t complain. Getting to run her hands over his shoulders and back was no hardship, and stroking his firm arse was, quite honestly, a pleasure. She soaped up and down the backs of his arms. Kneeling, she worked her way down his thighs to his ankles. “If you lift your foot, I can soap that, too.”

  “Wait.”

  All right, she’d wait. “Want me to rinse you off before I start on your front?” Was she supposed to be asking? Hell if she knew, but he’d have to turn around in a minute and—

  He did, smiling down at her crouched by his ankles. “I’m going to rinse off then you may wash my front.” He walked down to the end, stood under the spray a few minutes as the lather ran off him and toward the center drain. “Stand up, Ginny,” he said, turning and coming back to her. “You can’t wash my chest kneeling.”

  No, but she would have his cock at eye level and that could never be bad. She settled for chest and nipples at eye level, nothing to be sneezed at after all, and ended up humming as she soaped his chest and belly. She got in a little tickle under his arms and earned a slap on her rump. Not hard, but she got the message. Apparently tickling was unacceptable. She’d have to be careful as she worked south. Kneeling she lathered down his thighs and legs, and was back at his ankles. Obligingly he lifted one foot then the other while she soaped his toes and insteps.

  She was getting turned on. Really turned on. Every bit of skin under her fingers was utterly male and emphasized the difference between them, and the magnificent cock jutting out at eye level was the cream in the coffee. She might as well go for it. Lathering up her hands extra well, she eyed his erect and uncircumcised cock. Rather lovely in all respects, and as her hand closed around the hard flesh and eased his foreskin back, she felt his shudder. She lowered her head to hide her smile. After all, he might take exception to a big, wide grin aimed at his sacred equipment. Working steadily, she drew back his foreskin to soap the complete head of his cock and while she was at it, she felt his length with her fingertips, wanting to suck him, to take him deep in her mouth, to feel him touch the back of her throat as he’d promised.

  He stepped back. Yes, there was masses of room in the shower. “I’m rinsing off. You might was well stay on your knees, Ginny.”

  When he returned, water still running down his legs, she forgot the hard tile under her knees as he stroked her cheek with the tip of his cock, and then brushed it over her lips. She didn’t need telling to open her mouth. Not taking him in would have been a hardship. She smiled around his cock. Slowly, she eased her lips up his shaft, swallowing him in a little more at a time as her tongue caressed the smooth head and tasted the sweet drop of moisture that rose at her touch, breathing carefully as he filled her mouth with his male power and strength. His hands grasped her head, spray from the still running shower brushed her side, but nothing could distract her from her duty with her lips.

  Now Mac took over, setting the rhythm as he held her head steady and fucked her mouth. He came deeper and deeper, slowly to allow her to breathe through her nose, and, yes, he touched the back of her throat, bringing tears of excitement to the corners of her eyes. Tears that ran down her cheeks as he pulled away.

  “Sweet Ginny,” he said, stroking her now-damp hair as he stepped back and opened the shower door. “Quite impressive. We’ll do that again soon, but meanwhile, you need to shower thoroughly. You must be clean all over for the strict physical exam you will receive in a few minutes. When you are clean and dry, come immediately into the bedroom where I will be ready for you.”

  He was gone. Might as well shower as he’d ordered. No point in giving him an excuse for the over-the-knee spanking he mentioned with such relish.

  She shampooed her hair, even using the conditioner. As she stepped out of the spray to reach the soap, she heard a hair dryer. He was still there, taking care of himself while she was here, on the other side of the mottled glass door, alone, horny as can be and convinced a medical exam wasn’t what she had in mind when she’d accepted his offer of lunch and hot sex. But she’d agreed to the submissive role, might as way play it through.

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nbsp; She soaped up and rinsed off. Mac was gone. A large blue bath towel lay on the bench waiting and, yes, he’d left out the hair dryer—a rather fancy German model. Mac Brodie appreciated creature comforts.

  Dried off and hair soft and fluffy. She looked at herself in the mirror. Not a perfect bod but none too shabby. She hoped he liked it. He had so far, hadn’t he?

  Smiling to herself to give her courage, she stepped though the door, across the hall and into the bedroom.

  Mac was waiting, wearing a white coat, but no doctor had ever walked the wards in anything like this. The front was cut away, a bit like an old-fashioned tailcoat, but the effect was to leave his cock on display. Framed in crisp white cotton, his erection seemed bigger and more demanding than before. She longed to fall to her knees and bring him to climax, to finish what they’d started in the shower but she held back, waiting for his order.

  “Ah! Ginny,” he said. “Punctual and ready. How nice.” He swung the stethoscope round his neck as he spoke and she couldn’t fail to notice the end was not the customary round disk for listening to hearts and chests, but a long, narrow smooth…dildo. “Ah, my dear. Come closer. You noticed my little stethie toy did you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Know what this is?” He held it out to her.

  “A dildo?”

  “No, dear, far too small for that. Your lovely cunt can take much more than this. In fact, it’s going to when I put my cock up you. No, dear, this is a rectal plug. You’ll feel it soon enough.”

  Her innards clenched. She dreaded having that cold, gleaming metal up her arsehole. And wanted it more than anything in the world right now.

  “Now, my dear, hop up on the examining table. Time to check out your breasts and cunt. I must give them a good examination. Up you go and no complaining. I don’t want any complaining about cold hands. If I choose to fill you with ice cubes, that’s my prerogative. I’m the doctor and I know what’s best for you.”