Dr. Attending (Midtown Memorial #4)

27. Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Weston

I climb off the bed, taking a minute to fully appreciate the woman in front of me—every curve, every line, every inch of her. She looks like a goddamn supermodel with her back arched and long legs splayed open for me to play with, but my favorite thing about this moment isn’t how she looks.

It’s her submission.

Because Caroline doesn’t hand over her control easily. She’s fiercely independent and the fact that she’s willing to let me in, to trust me with this, tells me everything I need to know—we’re going to figure it out.

I walk toward the fireplace and open the trunk that I ordered from Worth over a month ago. It’s filled with pretty much everything you could need to execute a solid BDSM scene. One side has hanging impact play instruments like floggers, canes, and crops, while the other is stacked with drawers that contain a full assortment of toys.

I glance back to check on Caroline before I pull out my phone and open a brown noise sound loop. The noise-canceling headphones I placed in her ears should be enough, but I don’t want her to be able to anticipate anything that’s about to happen—I want her to simply feel.While we probably should have talked about limits before trying anything like this, I have no doubt that she’ll let me know if I go too far.

She flinches when I press play, clearly not expecting anything to come out of the headphones.

I can tell that she’s already worked up, so I don’t think her first orgasm will take long. But I’m going to need to give her some time to recover after that, so I prepare a few things and place them within arms reach before I begin.

My mattress is firm, but Caroline can still feel it dip as I kneel beside her because her breath catches in anticipation. I wait a moment, letting her mind wander to where I’m going to touch her—how I’m going to touch her.

After she lets out a frustrated moan, I take pity on her and begin to trail the tail of the leather flogger up her leg. I don’t plan to hit her with it—I just want to keep her on her toes.

I repeat the process on her other leg, enjoying the way she tenses right before I get to her pussy. It almost feels like I’m painting her body, creating a beautiful pink flush along her skin as I work her up without truly touching her.

Once I finish up with the flogger, I place it on her stomach for later. The weight of it will distract her momentarily while I grab the next toy.

As a surgeon who has had to remove far too many items from my patient’s bodies, I made sure to find a dildo with a suction cup base, just in case it ends up going in her ass one day.

Hey . . . a man can dream.

Considering how wet Caroline already is, I don’t need to apply any lube to the silicone cock before I use it on her. I simply slide it between her thighs, coating it in her arousal just like I did with the spreader bar before I let her feel the tip of the toy teasing her entrance.

Judging by the needy little hum she lets out, she knows exactly what’s about to happen . . . and she’s desperate for it.

I give in, pushing the dildo forward an inch. I’m so enraptured by how well she takes it that I nearly lose control and start pounding it into her the way I’ve wanted to since she grinded against me in the hot tub.

But I don’t.

I grit my teeth to focus, pulling the dildo back and teasing her again. She whimpers in frustration trying to arch herself onto the toy.

“You want this cock, princess?” I laugh, holding it just out of her reach. She whimpers again, her chest heaving until I take pity on her and slowly begin to ease the silicone into her.

We both groan when her perfect pussy finally takes the whole thing, and I can feel the precum leaking into my briefs because I know something she doesn’t—the silicone cock inside her is a perfect replica of my own. I figure that if she can’t come on my cock, watching her come on a toy version is a decent compromise.

It takes all of my mental strength to stop and grab the vibrator beside me. I press the head of the Hitachi to her clit and turn it to the highest setting, not realizing how strong that is because I’ve never used one before.

Caroline goes wild, attempting to buck her hips like she’s been shocked by a cattle prod. I jerk it away, making sure to reduce the speed before trying again.

Lesson learned—try everything on yourself first.

Once the garbled nonsense coming from her mouth turns into sighs of pleasure, I begin to feel more confident.I hold the vibrator steady as my free hand slides beneath her shirt, pinching her nipple the way I know she likes.

Caroline’s chest starts to heave as she’s forced to take what I give her. A desperate moan comes from her mouth as her legs begin to shake, held open by the spreader bar.

If she could hear me, I’d offer her praise for how well she’s doing. How stunning she looks when she hands over her control.How I never want this moment to end.

I give her nipple a hard tug and she cries out, like the extra slice of pain pushed her over the edge.

“That’s one,” I say to myself, feeling satisfied as I watch her convulse in pleasure.

When I feel like she’s had enough, I turn the vibrator off and toss it on the bed beside her.

Even though my shirt is only held together with a single button beneath her breasts, part of me regrets leaving it on her body because I would have loved to see the way a flush of bliss blazed up her chest when she came. But I was trying to make her more comfortable, and I thought that giving her a little bit of modesty might help. And if I’m being completely honest with myself, it also makes me really fucking hard to see her wear my clothes.

Once Caroline catches her breath, I plant a quick kiss on her jaw. She lets out a soft hum that makes it nearly impossible to pull away from her, but I remind myself that I have a job to do. So I hop off the bed and walk toward the bench to grab the vanilla-scented candle that I lit earlier in the evening.

Despite the relatively small part of me that has sadistic tendencies, I’m drawn to the idea of using wax with kink. It heightens the senses without crossing the line into real pain, which is something that feels perfect for us. But tonight, we’re going to start slow—with a candle that burns massage oil instead of wax.

I pour a few drops of oil into my hands to test the temperature, letting the heat sink into my palms. It’s hot but not uncomfortable, and I can only imagine how good it’ll feel on her skin as I begin to build her back up again.

Unable to help myself, I use some of the excess oil to stroke my cock.

An unrestrained groan of pleasure comes from my mouth as I drop my head back, enjoying some relief from my near-painful erection. I force myself to stop after a few pumps, tucking my dick back into my briefs before I reach the edge.

Caroline flinches with the first drizzle of warm vanilla oil on her lower leg, but as soon as I follow the sensation with my hands, she sighs into my touch.

I rub her from her ankles to the crease of her thigh, focusing on each muscle for longer than necessary. With every stroke, I move higher, rubbing the stress from her body and replacing it with an even more delicious form of tension. My fingers finally graze the outer lips of her cunt, making her whimper in desperation when I don’t go further.

Because of the way her hips are arched, I have a great view of her ass. All I can think about as I continue to massage her other leg is how I want to explore her there, to see how she handles a single finger when she’s coming all over herself.

She whimpers when I begin to focus my efforts on her weeping pussy, sweeping two fingers along the outside of her entrance to coat them in her arousal. I press one against her asshole, applying a small amount of pressure while the other slides to her swollen clit.

Instead of fighting it like I’m expecting, Caroline tries to press into me. Her body bucks as I stroke her, and the fact that she wants more—the fact that she likes this—nearly sends me into a full-blown release of my own.

I grit my teeth, trying my best to focus on her. My pace on her clit increases while my other finger pushes forward into her ass. She’s so tight it’s almost impossible to go knuckle deep, and I begin to think about what it would be like to take her here, to feel her tight hole choking my cock while she’s stuffed with a dildo.

Fortunately, I don’t have to wait long to get my answer because her breath catches and she explodes again. Her inner walls clamp down around my finger and the dildo inside of her, pulsing in a stunning rhythm that nearly takes my breath away.

I continue to rub her through it, savoring the way she’s giving in to this pleasurable torment for me and only me.

“Three more,” I say, patting the inside of her thigh as I pull back.

Caroline lets out a sound like she can hear me, and it makes me pause.I glance back at her, and the way she’s vigorously shaking her head makes my blood run cold.

I quickly reach up to pull the headphones out of her ears, the clothespin from her nose, and the blindfold from her eyes.

“I’m here, princess,” I promise, hearing the concern in my voice as I press the safety button on the gag and remove it from her mouth. “I’m here. What’s wrong? Do you need me to stop?”

My chest tightens as I wait for her to respond because I feel like I failed her—I should have been paying closer attention. She only has one way of communicating with me, and if she hadn’t alerted me to a problem by making that sound, I would’ve continued to be swept up in the scene.

Caroline blinks several times as she adjusts to the light. She takes a deep breath before swallowing the pool of saliva in the back of her throat.

“Sorry,” she murmurs, turning her head toward me with a soft smile. “No. I don’t want to stop. I can take the orgasms. I just . . . I just prefer it when you talk me through them.”

“You want to hear me?” I ask, surprised by her admission.

When I decided on a sensory deprivation scene for her punishment, I knew that I was going to use a blindfold and spreader bar to force her to come. I wanted her to be able to turn off her brain and focus on the sensation of pleasure rather than the million things she has going on in her head all of the time. I guess I just never considered that I might be part of that pleasure.

“I need to hear you . . . but I can take it.”

I study her midnight-blue gaze, trying to decide how to move forward. “We’ll do one more. But that’s it, okay?”

She looks exhausted, and I don’t want to push her too far.

“I can—”

“One more, Caroline.”

I hear the change in my tone, but I don’t care. She might not have reached her limit, but I’ve reached mine.

Caroline rolls her eyes, but her smile grows. “You’re kind of hot when you boss me around.”

The corner of my mouth twitches, and I have to bite the inside of my lip to stop a matching smile from sweeping its way across my face. I can’t believe she remembers the exact line I used on her the day she showed up at my house to drive us to the lake. At the time, I thought she wanted nothing to do with me. But hearing it now feels like a reminder of just how far we’ve come. And hopefully, how far we’ll continue to go.

“Yeah?” I ask, leaning in so that I’m hovering above her mouth. “Then you better start listening.”

I inch forward like I’m going to plant a kiss on her lips, but pull back at the last second, making her grunt in frustration as I hop off the side of the bed.

Caroline tries to crane her neck to see what I’m grabbing now that she’s no longer blindfolded, but her attempt is useless—her hips are arched so high because of the pillows beneath her that her field of vision is pretty much limited to my ceiling and walls.

I wrap my hand around the spreader bar, raising it in the air so I can dip beneath it. The metal rests on my shoulders, her feet positioned on either side of my head as I kneel between her legs and reach for the toy inside her. I give it a quick twist, savoring the way she gasps at the sensation.

“I can’t wait for the day you finally explode all over me, princess,” I drawl as I begin to slowly pump the dildo in and out of her, holding the suction cup base right above my erection to simulate fucking her. “You’re going to feel so damn good wrapped around my thick cock, soaking me in your cum.”

My free hand reaches for her clit as I increase my pace, pounding into her with the toy the way that I desperately want to with my cock.

“That’s right,” I grit out as she begins to moan, her steady breathing transforming into needy little pants. “That’s what you want too, isn’t it? You can admit it.”

Caroline lets out a whimper but doesn’t say anything, so I flick her sensitive bud with my fingertip.

“Isn’t it?” I repeat, my tone harsh as I pause to wait for a response.

“Yes,” she cries as I start up again. “God, yes. I want your cock inside of me. Please, Wes. Please give it to me.”

Her desperate pleas make my balls start to draw up as a telling tingle races up my spine. I can tell that I’m about to come in my briefs, but I don’t give a shit—this feels too good to stop now.

I keep pounding the dildo into her, pretending she’s taking my cock while I grab the vibrator and select the second setting.

“Come for me, Caroline,” I grunt as I press the head to her clit. “Come with me, princess.”

And she does.

We do.