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  Ice cubes was where she’d use her safe word! Keeping that thought to herself, she crossed to the folding exam table. He must have pulled it out since she last saw the room. What else was stashed behind the built-in cupboard doors that filled one whole wall?

  He’d provided a little stepstool and with that she managed a more or less graceful climb. She sat on the edge and looked at him. At least they were eye to eye. “What now?”

  His mouth twitched as he swung that darn butt plug. “Now, my dear, I begin by examining your breasts.” He let that damn plug swing free and cupped a breast in each hand, hefting it, squeezing gently and rubbing her nipples with the pad of his thumb. “Had any problems with them, my dear?”

  “No.” Not in real life and she was not about to invent any.

  “Excellent, lie down and let me examine them more.” As he spoke, his arm under her knees turned her and his free arm pressed her down so she lay on her back, looking up at the ceiling and a pair of large eyebolts she hadn’t noticed earlier.

  “What are they for?” She wasn’t too sure she really wanted to know, but the words were out before she could bite them back.

  “The hooks?” He followed her gaze up as his hand closed over her breast and his fingers pressed into her soft flesh. “That’s in case I have a recalcitrant patient and have to resort to restraint.”

  “Have a lot of patients do you?” She gasped as his fingers pressed and kneaded.

  “A few, over time, my dear, but seldom one as promising or cooperative as you.” His fingers ground into her breast and she let out a little groan. “Hush, my dear, not a sound, you must accustom yourself to my examination. You’ll be receiving them regularly.” His hand moved to her other breast, which got the full treatment. She held her breath, hoping he’d finish soon, but wishing he wouldn’t. His touch stopped just short of hurting, but it seemed each time he pressed or massaged her breast, her cunt responded with a warm, damp thrill.

  By the time her breasts felt thoroughly squashed, he started on her nipples, squeezing them between finger and thumb, pulling gently and then rolling them until she whimpered.

  “Does that hurt?” he asked.

  “No.” Truthfully it didn’t. “Feels nice but…”

  “But what? Kindly express yourself more clearly, Ginny.”

  “I like it but I’m scared you’ll do more and hurt!” It was out.

  His response was a raised eyebrow. “Indeed? You may well be right, Ginny.” He ran his hand from between her breasts, over her belly to pause just above her pussy as his finger tapped gently, just missing her clit. “Time I examined your other more sensitive parts, Ginny. Now where to start, your cunt or your tight little arsehole? I must check them both—can’t leave an orifice unchecked, can I?” He stroked across her belly in smooth circles as he spoke. “Ever been fucked in the arse, Ginny?”

  “Once.”

  “Did you like it?”

  “No!” It had been a case of once and never again.

  “What a shame, my love. It can be the most stimulating experience. What didn’t you like about it?”

  He would have to ask, wouldn’t he? “It hurt like hell!”

  He tsk-tsked like a reproving teacher. “Unfortunate. It won’t hurt when I bugger you, I promise. Now on your side—first I’ll examine your cunt then I’ll have a little poke in your tight little rose. You will lie completely still for me, my dear, won’t you? Whatever I do to you there will be no wiggling. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” Her throat was so tight, just one syllable was an effort.

  “Over you go, then.” His hand, warm on her naked hip eased her, turning and caught her behind her knees, drawing her legs up to her chest, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. His hand rested on her thigh. “Will I need to use lubrication, Ginny, or are you sufficiently aroused to take my examination easily?”

  She held back the giggle. This was definitely unlike any physical exam she’d ever experienced. Even the medical student she’d gone out with at Uni hadn’t been this inventive. “I’m wet, but perhaps you’d better check that I meet your standards.”

  He chuckled at that, stroking her thigh. “I agree, Ginny. I think I’d better.” He lifted her thigh to get a better view. “Nice! What a lovely, rosy pink cunt and, yes, dear, it is wet, almost glistening. How nice.” How red her face! Her cheeks burned. Just as well she did have her back to him. Fingers eased into her. She relaxed, or tried to. It wasn’t too easy with his other hand gliding up her rib cage to her breast.

  His strong fingers probed, withdrew and came back in. More of them this time, she was sure. She felt filled, stuffed, and as he curled his fingers inside her, she gasped. Her hips wanted to rock but she managed to keep control until he found her G-spot. She couldn’t keep still, she bore down on his hand and he was gone! She was empty and bereft, and cried out.

  “Settle down!” It was almost a snap. “I told you to keep still. You disobeyed.” Her hip stung where he’d slapped.

  “I couldn’t help it! It felt so good!”

  “You had better learn to ‘help’ it, Ginny. I really don’t want to have to tie you down at this point in the proceedings.” His hand was gone from her breast, too. She wanted his hands back, on her and in her and… “You lie there, my dear, while I wash my hands. Don’t you dare move.”

  As if she could! The table was so darn narrow, roll the wrong way and she’d be on the carpet. So she waited, breathing slowly to calm her racing pulse but nothing could calm the throbbing in her cunt. He knew just how to arouse her—and leave her hanging. But he had promised her the climax of her life—eventually. All she had to do was hang on.

  Chapter Six

  Mac was back, standing right in front of her. His cock only too obvious through the cutaway jacket, and the darn butt plug swinging from his hand. The metal gleamed wickedly at her. “I warmed it,” he said, “so you won’t have cold metal rammed up you.” He held it at her eye level and waved a tube of lubricant in his other hand. “I’m going to lube the probe up then squirt the jelly up you. Jelly always feels cold, so I don’t want any complaints. Put up with it. Won’t be cold for long, your body will heat it up, then I’ll press the plug in slowly. It will be to your advantage to relax, Ginny. Relax and permit me to plug you just as far as I want to push it up you.”

  “Easier said than done!” Not exactly submissive, but darn it.

  “If it was easy, I wouldn’t have taken so much time to get you aroused. But you are and it will be easier, trust me.” As she opened her lips to answer or maybe gripe, he kissed her. A gentle brush over her mouth she felt deep in her groin. The sigh was involuntary, as was the rush of dampness between her legs. Grief! She could smell herself. How could he miss it? His grin suggested he hadn’t.

  “All right, dear. I’m ready.” He walked around the table to stand behind her. She tensed. “No, no, no, Ginny. That won’t do at all.” His voice was gentle. “Relax.” He stroked her hip. “That’s the key, Ginny. Relaxation and arousal. I’m not buggering you yet, just opening up your tight little rose.”

  The first sensation was cold and sticky but he’d been right—her body soon warmed the jelly. Now she was moist both fore and aft. She relaxed, a little, just in time to feel the hard tip against her ring of muscle. “This, Ginny, is where you decide how much you want to hurt. Relax and press back.”

  It was easier said than done but she managed to relax a little. Mac waited as slowly she pressed down on the metal tip, stopping as it penetrated her muscle. “Continue, Ginny,” he said. “Keep going. The more you press down, the less I have to press up you. A true submissive will take her Dominant’s cock with pleasure. Up to the balls. Better practice.”

  She pressed a little more and hesitated. She was stretched and it was hurting, not much, but she was very much aware that a hard, foreign object was going up where things usually came down. She took several deep breaths—suddenly her sphincter relaxed and she bore down hard. She was filled, stuffed, the metal plu
g hard within her soft flesh but it felt incredible.

  “Oh!” she cried out as a torrent of sensation flooded her and her cunt responded with a persistent throb.

  “‘Oh!’ good or ‘Oh!’ it’s horrible?” Mac asked.

  It took her a few seconds to reply. “Oh! Wonderful!”

  “What did I tell you?” He bent forward and whispered, his breath warm in her ear. “Where else do you feel it, Ginny? Just in your tight, little arsehole?”

  “No! In my cunt, my clit, even my breasts.”

  “Wonderful!” And pulled it out. At her gasp of shock, he asked, “Want it pushed back in?”

  “Please, oh, please!” She was begging for what she’d dreaded, but she needed it back in deep. She cried out as he pushed it back, not easily this time but with a hard shove. Lubricated as she was, it felt fantastic. She was shaking with excitement as he gently pulled out again. “Enough for now, Ginny. There will be more, much more.”

  She wasn’t sure she could take much more. Her hips itched to rock and her clit pulsed. “I want it back,” she moaned.

  “Certainly not! You are too close to coming and remember you’re forbidden to climax until I give permission.”

  She wanted to cry with frustration, to yell at him, to snarl in her need, but his mouth on hers took away her objections. His lips were pure magic—soothing and arousing her at the same time, making her shudder with pleasure and sigh with need and satisfaction. Short-lived satisfaction, as he broke the kiss and her still raging need burst anew. “Mac,” she said, her voice coming raspy and hoarse. “I can’t last much longer.”

  “The longer you wait, the better it will be,” he replied. “Trust me in this. I know best, my dear.” He brushed her hair off her forehead, dropped a soft kiss above each eye and rolled her onto her back. “You have been brilliant, Ginny, a wonderful patient, and very, very soon we will try out your remaining orifice. Get on your back!”

  “You mean…” she began and rolled over. She gasped, Mac was on the table, kneeling astride her, pinning her on her back. She didn’t need to ask which orifice he was examining next.

  As he loomed over her, still wearing the cutaway white coat, she looked up at his cock, hard and ready, and just inches from her mouth. Wild need raged through her. Damn playing games! She wanted—needed—to close her mouth over his cock and make him vulnerable.

  As she parted her lips, he reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a foil packet. Good thing one of them was thinking straight! She contained herself while he eased the thin sheath over his magnificent cock. Tossing the packet aside, he leaned forward, cupping the back of her head in his hands. Her lips parted as his cock brushed her chin, her mouth opened wide at his touch and she circled him with her lips.

  Her heart raced, and her mind spiraled with sheer and utter elation. How she loved this, feeling his strength between her lips, knowing she held his cock between her teeth, making him vulnerable in the very act that so pleasured him. She might be on her back, straddled by his admirable thighs but she held the power. It was her lips that drove his desire and her tongue that was teasing him to climax. She smiled around his erection as she worked her mouth along his length then drew back to tease him just a little.

  His groan suggested she was succeeding.

  She’d chuckle, but every bit of effort that wasn’t intent on his cock was focused on holding back her climax. Maybe he was right about delay intensifying pleasure, or maybe he just liked retaining that last shred of power.

  His mounting need creased his face and had him throwing back his head as she fluttered her tongue on the underside of his cock.

  He froze a moment as he let out a slow gasp. “Ginny,” he said, his voice taut, “come whenever you are ready. I’m so close it hurts!”

  Now he knew what he’d put her through! But he’d known all along and now she had permission. She worked her mouth harder and faster, her own need burgeoning as she fixated on his cock and the power of her lips. She’d never, ever climaxed like this, just by a lover’s cock in her mouth and the power of his will, but as his own climax burst, he leaned close, groaning, “Ginny! Come! Come for me, Ginny!”

  She came. In a wild, intense spate of sheer joy that flooded her mind and possessed her body. She was flying, spiraling upward on a vast tide of pleasure and sensation. She screamed with joy, the sound muffled by his cock, until he withdrew and the full volume of her satisfaction echoed off the ceiling. She let out another great cry and sagged back, her body limp and sweaty, and still enclosed in his strong thighs.

  “Magnificent!” he said, kissing her breasts, one after the other, before easing off the table and helping her up.

  Help was what she needed! Sitting up was difficult and she doubted she’d be able to stand for a while. Her body still thrummed with the after-pleasures of her climax and her clit throbbed with a life of its own. She tried to echo his exuberant “magnificent” but only managed a weak “Mac!” before sagging into his strong arms.

  “Don’t worry, Ginny. I’ve got you!” He did. She was swept up in his arms, carried across the room to his bed and settled on the pillows as he pulled the covers over her. “I’ll be back in a jiffy,” he said kissing her softly and then padded off, still wearing the now-crumpled white doctor’s jacket.

  Mac could barely contain himself. If his flat was bigger, he’d run, leap and halloo until the walls echoed. He had to content himself with bit of a hop, skip and a jump, and a big grin in the mirror. He’d been inspired! Ginny inspired him! His wild impulse to meet her and invite her over to play had been inspired. Her body was inspired!

  He was close to gibbering, but never been happier in his life.

  Okay, he’d better settle down. He peeled off the condom and flushed it way.

  What in Hades was happening? Things were getting out of hand. He’d played this scenario before, enjoyed it before but never had a submissive partner responded with such ardor and sheer delight in following his lead.

  He was tempted to keep her naked forever. To stay naked with her forever. To spend the rest of his life devising sensual torture for her pleasure and— Whoa! Better backpedal a bit here. He washed off, splashed water on his face and pulled on his spare dressing gown. He needed to settle down. Get back in control. Keep things under his control. But something deep in his soul told him things would never be the same again.

  Ginny had changed everything.

  He was dead scared she didn’t feel the same. Did she? Could she? Best ask her. No! That might scare her off. He needed to tread carefully, proceed with caution, woo her slowly. But if he held off, maybe he’d lose her. Heck, London was packed with Dominants dreaming of a submissive like Ginny. He couldn’t let her out of his sight.

  He had to. He didn’t own her. She had a life of her own. What if a wild afternoon of sex was all she wanted. Ever!

  That thought all but had his cock shriveling. Surely she hadn’t just used him for sex? Why not? That was what he’d invited her over for. He splashed cold water on his face, hoping to calm his racing thoughts. Didn’t help.

  He had to get his mind straight and focus on convincing Ginny she’d be happy with him for the rest of her life.

  Whoa!!

  What was that thought?

  The truth. Sheer and unadulterated truth. He wanted Ginny forever and ever as his. For life.

  A bit of a tall order after an invitation to lunch and play.

  But—

  “Mac?” The object of his lust and adoration stood naked in the doorway. “Sorry, but I need to wee.”

  And he’d been fixating on his out of control emotions. Had to be he was just overcome after the best sex he’d ever had. “Sorry, love. Come on in, I’m through. Just a tic.” He reached for his toweling dressing gown hanging on the back of the door. “Put this on, and we’ll have that dessert I promised. If you want to wash up…” He nodded toward the bidet in the corner. “Go ahead. There’s plenty of towels and soap. See you in a few minutes.” After he got
his mind back into shape.

  “Thanks, Mac.” She came close and kissed him. “And thank you!”

  He was humming to himself as he closed the door and walked back to the kitchen. He took the pudding out of the fridge, set the coffee machine going and reached for two of his grandmother’s Meissen dessert plates. Pity he didn’t have champagne already chilled. Big oversight on his part that, but how could he have dreamt Ginny would be so magnificent?

  As the coffee started to gurgle, he found two mugs, filled a jug with milk and told himself the wild rush inside was just the result of phenomenal sex. Good try! He was too old and too aware of his own body and its reactions to fall for that one. Twenty-four hours ago, he’d have laughed at the notion of love at first sight. Now, he knew better.

  He’d been drawn to Ginny at sight—no—before that. When he read those delicious, outrageous stories of hers. When he’d read her darn personal ad. One look at her smile and gleaming copper hair had him transfixed. But now, after being inside her body and touching the core of her submissive soul, he knew.

  He had it bad, had fallen in love and if he couldn’t keep her, he didn’t know how he’d survive.

  He wanted her. Needed her. Ached for her.

  “Mac?”

  He spun around at her voice, crossed the yard or so that separated them, pulled her into a bear hug and swung her around, fastening his mouth on hers, swallowing her gasp of surprise. “I love you,” he said, as he set her back on her feet. “Honest, I do, Ginny. I’ve never felt this way about anyone in my entire life. Will you marry me?”

  Chapter Seven

  The smile on her face faded and the light in her eyes went out as if snuffed. Shit! He’d rushed her. Hell, he’d stampeded her when she was no doubt still sorting out her response and reactions to his dominance. Bugger!