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“Yes, Sir. Although I don’t know why you needed to restrain me for this,” she said in an innocent voice, batting her eyes. Being tied up and vulnerable in front of him was making her pussy cream, but she was going to play the role anyway. “I’m a good patient, I promise.”
“We’ll see, sweetheart,” he said, chuckling. “I’m pretty sure you’ve never had a check-up quite like this.”
“That’s already true,” she muttered, under her breath, watching as he went to the cabinets and opened them, picking up a long, slender glass thermometer. It was much bigger than any of the ones she’d ever had under her tongue and she had a pretty good idea of where it was going to go. Not that she had any objections. The few times she’d read BDSM stories with a medical slant, the anal thermometer had always intrigued her, even if the rest of it hadn’t been her cup of tea.
Patrick didn’t look anything like a doctor, so it wasn’t like they were doing super involved role-play. Not like the way Hilary talked about doing it with Liam, but that was okay. She didn’t want an actual medical exam. She wanted Patrick to play with her, and she wanted him to be himself, not to lose himself in a role. For a moment, she wondered if that’s why he’d chosen the Doctor’s Office tonight.
But he was dressed as himself and, mostly, acting like himself. The black leathers hugging his legs and the v-neck, black shirt stretched over his muscles were his normal club wear. Even his controlled expression was all him, as was the light in his eyes and the very small tilt to his lips that hinted at a smile.
His eyes swept over her naked body as he approached, moving down to stand between her legs again.
“First, I’m going to take your temperature.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, knowing she didn’t need to speak, but doing it anyway because she liked to see the small flash of awareness in his eyes whenever she called him that. The little spark that showed his pleasure.
To her surprise, he pushed the thermometer into her pussy, not her ass. It slid in easily, cool and hard, and not nearly as thick as she wanted, but she moaned anyway because it still felt good. Her pussy tightened around it as Patrick moved it slightly out and then thrust back in, fucking her with the slim instrument. The glass was already warming, but it still felt weird inside of her.
When he pulled it out, one end was glossy and wet with her juices. Patrick’s gleaming smile made her shiver in anticipation. “That should be all the lubrication it needs.”
The warmed, slicked end pressed against her anus, circling for just a moment, and then he pushed it in. The tight ring of muscle opened easily, because the thermometer wasn’t exactly huge, but she could still feel it distinctly. Like with her pussy, Patrick pumped the slender rod gently, in and out of her ass. It didn’t hurt, it wasn’t enough, but as teasing foreplay it was perfect.
She wanted more. Of everything.
“Nice and normal,” Patrick said, pulling it free and checking what the temperature said. Lexie couldn’t help but roll her eyes over the fact that he actually looked.
“Oh, what a relief, Doctor,” she teased back, squirming a little bit. Now both of her holes felt wet and ready, wanting to be played with and filled with something more substantial than a thermometer.
Patrick swatted the inside of her thigh, making her yelp at the unexpected sting. Her sensitive skin felt the burn immediately, and there was no way for her to rub or soothe the spot, not tied up as she was. If he wanted to, he could spank her inner thighs all day long and there was nothing she could do about it. A shiver of excited arousal rippled through her in response, her nipples feeling like they were perking up even more, if that was possible.
“Behave,” Patrick said simply, although he was obviously more amused than upset. If he hadn’t been, he would have smacked her a lot harder.
Walking back over to the cabinets, he tossed the thermometer in the bin for cleaning, and Lexie watched as he opened up another cabinet and pulled out something she’d never seen before. What the heck was it? It definitely hadn’t been in there the last time she’d decorated Stronghold, she always went through the available toys in each of the rooms when she did that. Curiosity and all that.
It kind of looked like a small scale, the kind apothecaries would have used way back when, the kind Justice held in her hand whenever she was depicted, except there weren’t any actual scales. There was an upright bar and a crossbar, with what looked like chains hanging from each end of it, and the top of the upright bar had a big ball atop it. As Patrick brought it over, she realized the chains each ended in rubber-tipped clamps.
“Oh shit...”
“Figured it out have you?” Patrick asked, a sadistic little gleam in his eye. “This is what we call a nipple tree. I brought it from home especially for tonight.”
Geezus... this was from Patrick’s private collection? Maybe he was a little bit more of a sadist than she realized. Not like it stopped her pussy from creaming; if anything, she was getting even more excited.
The heat in Lexie’s eyes would have burned him if it had been a tangible thing. Patrick had taken the opportunity to adjust his cock while his back had been turned to her, but he still wasn’t comfortable. How could he be with the head of his dick trapped in the waistband of his pants and his balls turning blue?
She looked fucking spectacular. Spread out like a feast for the senses, tempting him with every little tremor in her body, fucking with his control just by being who she was. Being restrained hadn’t tempered any of her sass, and he liked it that way. He also liked the way her blue eyes widened at the sight of the nipple tree, the excitement tinged with fear that filled them, and how her back instinctively arched, thrusting her breasts up.
They weren’t more than a handful, but they were a fucking perfect handful, with nipples made to be tortured.
Placing the tree in the center of her chest, right between her breasts, he looked down at her to see her gnawing on her lower lip. “What’s your safe word, Pixie?”
“Red, Sir.”
“Don’t forget, you can use it at any time.”
The look he got back for his reminder was almost contemptuous. “I won’t need it for this. Sir.”
He reached down and smacked her inner thigh again, this time the opposite thigh of the one he’d slapped before, and watched as her pupils dilated and she shuddered. Gorgeous. Perfect.
When he cupped her breast, positioning her nipple under one of the clamps, her quick, indrawn breath had him glancing at her expression again. Just to make sure she hadn’t changed her mind. She looked almost blissful, and it took him a moment to realize it was because he was touching her. Which nearly brought him to his knees as his control wavered.
