Chapter Fifteen #3
He studied me intently, his eyes beginning to burn with mounting passion as he took in my restless state and wandering fingers.
“I’d like to try something, Abi,” he said eventually. “Do you trust me?”
I nodded, looking up at him in wide-eyed innocence. “Completely, Dr Tate, you know me better than anyone.”
He swallowed hard. “That’s good to hear, now close your eyes.”
I did as he asked and heard him move away. Where was he going?
The faint click of my door being locked answered that question and I listened intently as he moved about the room, every sense heightened as I strained to hear.
“Now take a deep steadying breath, Abi,” his voice was right next to me once more. “That’s it, just like I have taught you.”
I inhaled deeply, aware of my breasts inflating with the move, and I imagined his eyes hungrily drinking me in, freed of the constraints of having me watch him.
“There’s a good girl, now when you’re ready why don’t you tell me what you see when you think of her?” he said softly. “One of your fantasies perhaps?”
I nodded, taking another breath as I began painting the picture in my mind’s eye and recounting it to him.
“I imagine passing by her bedroom door ... it’s ajar and I can see her .
.. she is standing before a mirror, undressing .
.. her reflection giving me the perfect view of her front.
..” I shimmy back against the plush fabric of the bed, showing him how at ease I feel and how wrapped up I am in my imaginings as I continue.
“I know I should keep on walking but my body refuses to budge, my eyes unable to take their gaze off her ... I watch as she unbuttons her top, it’s a white chiffon blouse that hints at the delicate lace bra beneath.
Her fingers work so slowly over the buttons, it’s as though she knows I am watching but I haven’t made a sound and she hasn’t given any sign that she has spotted me.
She pulls the fabric out of her skirt and then brushes it from her shoulders, letting it slip down her arms and float to the floor.
As she raises her hands to the clasp at her back, her eyes collide with mine in the mirror and I freeze, unable to speak, scared of what she will do.
But then she smiles, her eyes warm and inviting, her hands still at her back and, to my surprise and pleasure, she continues to unfasten it, dropping the fabric to the floor, her bare breasts now freed to my appreciative gaze.
My eyes don’t know where to look, to hold her seductive gaze or have their fill of her beautiful body.
They are just so full, so pert they make my mouth dry with longing. ..”
I felt rather than heard him move, his fingers closing around the buttons on my blouse.
“What are you doing, Doctor?” I whispered, my eyes still shut.
“Shhh,” he soothed, his hands starting to undo the buttons. “Just concentrate on your fantasy, Abi, I’m going to help you with it.”
“But...”
“It can be our secret, Abi,” he insisted, his hands gently tugging my blouse out of my jeans to get at the last few buttons. “I promise I will make it all better.”
“You will?”
“I will,” he promised. “Now continue...”
I swallowed back my mounting nerves and to my surprise, arousal. I hadn’t anticipated actually enjoying this.
“Her reflection beckons me and I go willingly, her hand taking hold of my own to pull me before her. She positions herself behind me so that we both face the mirror and slowly she begins to remove my clothing ... all the while our eyes are fixed on our reflection, of her hands as they take hold of the hem of my top and lift it over my head...”
I felt the bed dip with the arrival of his weight, his hands parting my shirt. The air caught in my lungs as my body basked in the sudden exposure to the air, the thrill sending my nipples hard against the lace of my bra.
“And?” he prompted softly.
I let go of a shaky breath, trying to concentrate through the exhilarating mass of excited nerve endings that were waiting on his next move.
“She strokes her fingers down my throat, across my shoulders ... she slips them beneath my bra straps and teases them down my arms...”
His hands followed my tale, one hand lifting my shoulders, the other pulling my blouse and bra straps down to my elbows before lowering me back to the bed.
The sheer wickedness of what he was doing, of what I was letting him do, had my body pulsing wildly, it was all I could do to continue on. “...she brings her hands inwards and slips them beneath my bra...”
I moaned as he did just that, his hands cupping my breasts, his rough skin grazing my nipple...
“...my breasts are on fire at her touch as she massages and kneads them before lifting them out, exposing them to our watchful eyes ... and then she toys with each nipple ... she rolls them in her thumb and forefinger...”
Dr Tate’s actions followed me word for word and the dampness spread between my legs, my breathing coming in heavy pants as I gave myself up to his caress.
“What does she do next, Abi?” he asked, his voice hoarse as he struggled to maintain his control.
“She lowers her hands over my torso.”
He moved one hand down across my belly, the warmth of his palm setting my skin on fire. “Like this?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“And then does she unbutton your jeans?” he asked gruffly, his impatience to get to my cunt evident as he made swift work of the fastening without waiting for a response.
I nodded anyway, I felt I should, the sexual excitement blurring with sudden tiredness and making everything surreal.
“That pill should be working its magic, Abi, how do you feel?”
“Nice ... sleepy...” I replied, my tone distant as I sighed contentedly at the warmth enveloping my body.
“Good,” he said slackening off my jeans just enough to permit his hand to slip into my panties.
He groaned with pleasure as he fingered me. “There’s a good girl, you’re all nice and wet.”
He stroked at my clit, the motion gentle and hypnotic. I felt like I was floating on a cloud somewhere and in the distance there was this deliciously growing tension.
He shifted off the bed, the move accompanied by the sound of a zipper being undone and then he was back, his hands taking hold of the waistband of my panties and jeans to pull them down to my calves.
“There’s a good girl, you rest,” he said as he moved his hands to my bare knees and encouraged them apart, opening my pliant body up to him.
“Beautiful,” he said under his breath and then his hand was immediately upon me, toying with my pussy, his fingers slipping deep inside repeatedly while his thumb massaged my clit.
Back and fore, he worked me, his move so precise and erotic. I moaned faintly as the pleasure built within, the noise joined by the unmistakable pumping sound of his hand over his cock.
“There’s a good girl.” His voice was strained as his hands continued to drive us both in unison. “I told you I’d make it all better.”
I was vaguely aware of my body giving up to the tension, spiraling and shattering under his relentless rhythm.
“Such a good ... fucking ... girl!” The words came in time with his thrusts, the last leaving him on a groan as his cum spurted all over my naked thighs and torso.
Silence descended, save for his ragged breathing, and I listened as he fought to bring it back under control, trying to stay alert as to what he was about. But it was no good; I could feel my attention slipping, sleep taking over as my sated body relaxed into the comfort of the bed...
“There, that should help.” His words roused me but I had no idea whether I’d been asleep or not, I felt incapable of opening my eyes, let alone speaking.
“Now for that final pill. Say ah.” He lifted my head and parted my lips, popping the pill into my mouth followed by a trickle of water.
Dutifully, I swallowed it all down, grateful to feel the pillow beneath my head once more...