The Doctor's Pet (4 page)

Kirk stood over her, those dark eyes holding her in place. He reached down, hooked a finger in her underwear and drew it slowly down over her hips, which she lifted in order to help him in the aim of undressing her completely. The gusset clung to her lips for a moment, the peeling motion exciting her further. That little subtle stimulation of wet underwear sliding away from her lower lips was enough to make her clit pulse.

He pulled her panties off all the way, then slid his fingers up her leg, dancing lightly over her knee, then up her inner thigh. Tessa let out a little hiss of breath as the pads of his fingers made contact with her wet lips.

“Relax. Lie back,” he ordered in soothing tones. She let her head rest on the pillow and stretched her body out in one long languid motion, keeping her thighs parted while Kirk played with her pussy. He sat down on the bed next to her, his fingers drifting over her mound, then tracing up her stomach and to her breasts in a slow caress.

“This is how things will be when you’re an obedient pet,” he said. “You will receive pleasure, as much as you can take.”

“And if I’m not?” She asked the question with a little gasp as his hand slid down and cupped her pussy, the warmth of his fingers traveling through her lips.

He arched a brow and tapped her pussy. “Then you’ll be punished.”

She tried to hide the naughty little rebellious smile that rose to her lips unbidden, but he didn’t miss it. He landed a harder, sharper swat to her pussy and shook his head. “You don’t want to be too disobedient, Tessa. I know you like being a troublemaker, but you won’t enjoy my punishments.” He made his point, or tried to, by swatting her lower lips again. The heat from the slaps made her pussy lips swell and the impact of his hand caused her clit to harden. Tessa let out a little gasp, not of pain but of arousal.

Kirk’s eyebrow rose further. “Oh, I see,” he said with a devilish little smile. “My pet has a taste for pain, does she?”

“No,” Tessa bit her lower lip and shook her head. He kept his hand on her pussy but reached for her right nipple with the other. He pinched hard, squeezing the tight pink bud until she yelped.

“Quit it,” she whined.

“Quit it? Are you sure?” He massaged her pussy with his palm and reached for her left nipple, pinching that too. Again she yelped, but the way she ground her pussy back against his hand gave her away.

“Oh, you’re even more perfect than I imagined,” he smiled darkly.

“I don’t like pain,” Tessa complained, reaching up to cover her breasts. She received a sharp, punitive slap to her pussy in response.

“Put your hands down,” he ordered. When she didn’t immediately comply, he began spanking her cunt with hard, fast swats. Tessa closed her legs and pulled them up, denying him access.

He didn’t skip a beat. He took her by the arm, flipped her over on the bed, and parted her thighs forcibly with his knee. He started spanking both her pussy and her ass with swift strokes of his palm. Tessa yowled into her bedding, squirming this way and that to avoid the punishing swats, but it only took him a minute or two and her rear had become two heated, brightly glowing rounds.

“That was disobedient,” he growled down at her. “I don’t tolerate disobedience.”

In spite of the sudden flurry of swats, Tessa was still aroused—but now she was mad too. “Who the hell do you think you are?” She snarled the question into her pillow, then turned her head to look at him as best as she could, given the fact that she was pinned on her stomach.

“I told you,” he said calmly. “I’m your master. This is what you asked for.”

“This is
not
what I asked for,” she grit between her teeth as he smoothed his hand over her punished pussy and kept landing the occasional swat wherever he saw fit.

“Yes, it is,” he replied. “See, the thing about discipline is the fact that it’s not really discipline if you want it. If you want it, it’s a reward. I know the lines can be blurred for a troublemaking little masochist like yourself, Tessa, but I think I can un-blur them. You see, what’s happening now is a spoiled little brat getting what she needs. “

“I am not a spoiled brat!”

“The moment I asked you to do something you didn’t want to, you defied me,” he said. “And now that you’re being punished for that defiance, you’re shocked. It’s not as if I didn’t spell out the terms of our agreement clearly, is it?”

He had a point, she supposed, even if it was a particularly mean point.

He swatted her bottom. “Did you not understand what I meant about requiring obedience?”

“Yes,” she admitted. “I understood.”

“Mm-hmm.” He smoothed his hand over her sore bottom. “And now you understand a little bit better. Is this too much for you, Tessa?”

Was it too much? Her pussy was sore from being spanked. Her ass was stinging as well, but worse than any physical discomfort was her aching pride. Tessa had never, ever been humbled this way before, by someone who seemed to like her, care for her even, but who was also dead set on making sure she played by his rules.

“Can’t make up your mind?” There was a hint of amusement in his voice.

“I don’t like being spanked hard,” she whimpered, hiding her face.

“I know.” He reached up and smoothed his hand through her hair. “But there’s an easy way to avoid that, and it’s to do as you’re told.”

“I don’t want to do as I’m told.”

“Well, that’s going to be a problem for you,” he drawled, giving her a friendly pat to her bottom. Standing up, he reached down and pulled the covers up over her swollen, spanked nether regions. “Get some sleep, Tessa. You’re going to need your strength for this evening. I’ll have you signed off your shift for today and put on my payroll.”

“This evening? What’s happening this evening?” She burrowed into her blankets and turned on her side to look at him.

“Your first training session,” he said with a smile. “I’ll pick you up at six.”

Chapter Six

Training session? Did that mean date? Tessa pondered the question when she woke up later that afternoon. It didn’t sound much like a date, but being picked up at 6 p.m. did. If anyone else was coming then, she’d expect a nice meal in a restaurant. She didn’t know what to expect from Kirk.

Surgeons were always arrogant, but he took it to a different level. Reflecting on the events of the previous couple of days, she realized that the moment she first met eyes with him she’d been pulled into a different world. A world where he pulled the strings and she danced to his tune.

Slightly hungry, she got herself a bowl of cereal and ate it rebelliously. Her butt was still stinging and she could feel some tenderness where Kirk’s hard, long fingers had swatted her pussy into submission.

She’d agreed to his arrangement, but that didn’t mean she had to be his passive little puppet. She was going to have to make sure he knew that she wasn’t just some toy for him to play with. With each bite of cereal, she became more convinced that she should stand up to him and make sure he knew where he stood with her.

Tessa showered and picked out some clothes that she hoped would convey the message that she was a professional woman who was agreeing to a… er… professional development arrangement. So far he’d seen her only in scrubs. This was her chance to impress him.

She chose a simple black dress that showed a little cleavage, but not too much, and was cut to mid-thigh, exposing the length of her legs. Her hair she left long, falling about her shoulders in a pale cascade. A pair of heels, high—but not so high as to give him the wrong impression—completed the look. Simple, but elegant.

Having dressed, she lined her lips with red and painted them with a ruby stain. She chose a smoky effect for her eyes, her lashes elongated by repeated coats of mascara. Strong lips, strong eyes, strong woman, she mused to herself. She didn’t look like a meek, mousy nurse anymore. She looked like a femme fatale, she fancied.

At precisely 5.59 p.m. there was a knock on her door. Tessa opened it as defiantly and yet as elegantly as one could conceivably open a door. Kirk was standing there wearing a perfectly tailored shirt and pants that fitted at the hips as if every stitch had been made with his body in mind. He was athletic, powerful, and refined. For a moment, Tessa completely lost her tongue.

“Hello, Kirk,” she said when she finally managed to find her voice. “Nice to see you.”

Nice to see you? Why had she said that? Nice to see you. That wasn’t the sort of thing femme fatales said.

“Tessa,” he drawled, stepping through the door and instantly making her feel somehow small thanks to his tall frame and masculine presence. He smelled delicious, like leather and the sea. She found herself drawn to him as he wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her close.

“You look gorgeous,” he drawled down at her. “Perfect.”

She smiled up at him, feeling much more on equal terms. “Thank you.”

“Are you ready for the first stage of your training?”

The previous feeling of equality faded at the question.

“We’re both a little too well dressed for training, wouldn’t you say?”

“Not for the sort of training I have in mind,” he said, flashing her a wicked grin. He ushered her out of her apartment to his waiting car. There, he opened the passenger side door for her and watched as she slid into the vehicle, once again feeling as though she were on a date.

They drove to the hospital, a journey during which Tessa felt increasingly silly. Maybe Kirk wasn’t dressed for a date. Those were probably just his normal clothes. She was the one who had dressed herself up as if she were going to a cocktail party. More than once she tried to push her skirt down her thighs, but the traitorously short fabric kept riding up thanks to the fact that she was sitting down. The hem was only inches from the apex of her thighs. What was the night shift going to think when she showed up at the hospital looking like this?

Kirk reached over and put his hand on her knee. She glanced over at him, but he had his eyes on the road. That didn’t stop his palm sliding up her leg slowly but inexorably, his fingers wrapping around her inner thigh, stopping just short of her thong-clad pussy.

She could damn near feel her pulse in her clit, the warmth of his hand radiating across the little gap between his finger and her body, teasing her in the most subtle of ways. He kept his hand there for a few minutes, making casual remarks about hospital business, none of which she paid any real attention to—and then it happened. His little finger and his ring finger began to drift slowly over the gusset of her panties.

Tessa let out a little moan.

“Keep your thighs open,” he ordered gently.

She obeyed, glancing across at him. He was handsome in profile, the strong line of his face silhouetted in the colored city lights flashing by outside.

“We’ve missed the turn for the hospital,” she said softly.

“We’re not going to the hospital.” He shifted his hand, pulling her right thigh further open so her pussy was spread for his attentions. He started running the pad of his finger up and down the fabric-clad slit. It was almost enough to distract her from the fact that they were headed to some unknown destination.

They left the central city and began winding up into the hills around the bay. Kirk’s fingers continued to tease her, making swirling motions at the apex of her core. She abandoned all concern as to their destination, giving herself over to the growing climax that was suffusing her body with warmth as the car rose through winding roads.

She was on the very brink, her nipples straining, her hips arched forward as far as the seat belt would allow, when the car slowed to approach a set of large gates that slid slowly open. Kirk moved his hand then, leaving her desperately short of what she so desired as he drove the car the final leg toward the destination—a very modern hillside home.

If she had been anything other than a few teasing strokes away from orgasm, Tessa would have been as impressed as she was intimidated. As it was, she had to push down petulant desire and disembark in the hopes that he would return to finish what he had started once they were inside.

Kirk parked in an internal garage and led her through to the main living space, which was a sweeping lounge with panoramic views of the city below. Tessa momentarily forgot her arousal as she stopped and stared.

“Oh, my god, Kirk. I love this place,” she said, gazing out the window at the sparkling skyline and the mountains beyond. “This is yours?”

“All mine.” He was looking at her as he said the words, and she wasn’t entirely sure he was talking about the house.

She stood and took in the view for a few moments longer before turning to him. “What sort of training are we going to do in your house?” She arched a brow at him. “Do you have an OR stashed somewhere?”

He returned her look with a smile and took his hand out from behind his back. While she had been distracted by the view, he had been busy. He was now holding a thick leather collar in his hands, and a leash besides.

“What…” Tessa tried to form a question.

“Come here, my pet.”

“Uh…” Tessa tried to gather her thoughts, but found them scattered across the spread of her erotic fantasy. Pet. Had that been a literal term?

When she did not move from where she was standing, he walked around her and, casually as you please, slid the thick leather around her neck. She felt it cinch neatly around her throat, shifting slightly as he fastened the buckle at the nape. There was a ‘click’ as he snapped the leash onto the thick metal D-ring and then she was standing there, leashed to a darkly handsome man who had unfathomable plans for her.

“You look shocked,” he observed, one hand holding the leather leash that was looped loosely over his fingers. He used the other to stroke her cheek gently as he walked back around to face Tessa, looking down at her with an expression that was as intense as it was amorous—and something more besides.

Tessa’s fingers went to her neck where the leather encircled one of the most vulnerable parts of her body, the collar representing equal parts possession and protection.