Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Domi
On fire with need, the tops of her legs felt slippery from her cream as Mitch led her down the hallway. Her pussy felt plump and swollen between her legs, and she had a feeling her underwear wasn’t protecting her from a wet spot on her dress at this point.
She couldn’t help but laugh when they reached their door, though.
“Really? We’re playing doctor again?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and teasing. “Should I be worried about you having a medical fetish while you’re working in a hospital?”
“I am a nurse,” he said, stressing the last word as he opened the door for her. “I am far more useful than a doctor.” It was said in one of those joking, not joking ways.
“But you like playing doctor?”
“I do with you. Now get in there, Domi Darling.” Mitch’s hand came down, giving her a short, sharp swat on the ass that got her moving and left her gasping.
The spot tingled, the burn from the impact making her almost lightheaded with the ache throbbing between her legs.
She’d heard it could feel like all the blood was rushing to a man’s dick when he got hard—was this the feminine equivalent?
His voice had changed, going from date-Mitch to Master Mitch in a single sentence.
The room was the same, set up like a doctor’s office, though the table came with restraints, and the cabinets were filled with sex toys, alongside any real medical equipment.
Marquis’ hotel rooms were set up with the theme room first, then a room right behind it set up like a gorgeous—traditional—hotel room.
Domi glanced over at the door on the far wall.
When they’d been here for classes, the door to those rooms had always been locked.
She’d always wanted to see what the hotel rooms looked like…
but right now, having an orgasm was the bigger priority.
Behind her, she could hear Master Mitch closing the door and a rustle of fabric indicating he was picking up the provided lab coat. She grinned. He absolutely liked playing doctor. Maybe because real doctors at his hospital would be horrified at the idea. That seemed very Mitch.
“Welcome back, Miss Ortiz,” Master Mitch said, his voice a little deeper than usual. “I’m glad to see you’re taking your health seriously.”
Turning to face him, Domi put one hand on her hip and lifted her eyebrows.
He winked at her, though when he was in Dom mode, he somehow managed to wink but be serious at the same time.
She knew from previous experience how devious he could be with medical equipment, and her heart was already beginning to race with anticipation.
“Since you’ve been here before for a checkup, I think we’ll take time to run some tests this evening.
” The sadistic twinkle in his eyes, combined with the wicked smile on his lips, did all sorts of things to her insides.
Everything felt fizzy, tingly, and achy with the desire to be touched, to be hurt.
“Please undress.”
Mitch
Watching Domi undress out of the corner of his eye, Mitch took out a square blue cushion from one of the cabinets.
Since the room was set up like a doctor’s office, it had the usual hard tile floor, not at all conducive to putting a subbie on her knees for a long period…
unless she was being punished. Mitch was going to be a gentleman and provide something for Domi to kneel on while she sucked his cock.
She looked at him curiously before her eyes sparked with understanding when he dropped the cushion on the floor.
His lips twitched with amusement when she took her neatly folded dress, underwear tucked inside, over to the chair on the side of the room and put them down.
Though he could have stopped her, he took the moment to appreciate how beautiful she was naked.
Petite and slim but with gentle curves. She’d recently told him she sometimes wished she had more curves, but Mitch didn’t think she was lacking in any way.
Women in all their shapes and sizes appealed to him for different reasons, and he thought she was perfectly proportioned.
The hard brown nipples tipping her breasts looked swollen and ready to be played with, as did the puffy pussy lips between her legs.
He could see a thin sheen of gloss on the tops of her thighs, a testament to how turned on she was after the show.
“Come here, Miss Ortiz,” he said, gesturing to the cushion in front of him, hands going to the front of his pants to free his cock. “I need to check your gag reflex.”
“With your tongue depressor?” she joked, though her eyes lit up with interest. Man, he loved it when a woman got him. He also loved when a woman enjoyed giving head as much as Domi did.
Dropping to her knees in front of him, she started to reach for his dick when he stopped her.
“Just your mouth, Miss Ortiz, this is an oral examination. If you need something to do with your hands, you may play with your breasts and get them ready for their exam.”
Grinning, he slid his hands into her curls, pulling her head forward and enjoying the sight of her cupping her own breasts as her lips parted to take his cock between them.
The wet heat of her mouth, her tongue sliding along the sensitive mushroom head, then down the vein on the underside, felt fucking fantastic.
Mitch moaned, watching, fascinated as she took him in with enthusiasm lighting up her eyes.
Sucking hard, she bobbed her head down then back up, hands already massaging her breasts.
Mitch could tell how worked up she was by how hard she was kneading the soft flesh, pinching and tugging her nipples.
He thrust his hips forward, working with the rhythm of her head, sliding his cock deeper into her mouth until the head pressed against the back of her throat, and she gagged.
A soft mewl, another thrust, and he pushed past her gag reflex, burying himself in her throat, her lips pressing against his groin.
He shuddered, savoring the sensation, then backed off enough to let her gasp for air before plunging back in again.
Her whimpers vibrated along his cock, her throat muscles working around the tip every time he pushed all the way in.
Tears gathered in her eyes, spilling over and sliding down her cheeks, taking some of her eyeliner with it.
Fuck, that was hot. Mitch stared down at her, fingers tightening in her curls as he forced her head down on his cock faster, thrusting forward again as he did so, using her mouth for his pleasure.
She whimpered louder, squirming and rubbing her thighs together, fingers so tight on her nipples, the poor little buds were crushed while she let him face fuck her.
With his own excitement already at its peak, it was a shamefully short time before he couldn’t hold back his orgasm and groaned, pushing her head all the way down.
His muscles spasmed, cock pulsing with ecstasy while her throat worked, pulling every last spurt of cum from him until the sensation was almost painful.
“Stop, Miss Ortiz,” he said, using her hair to pull her away.
She went, reluctantly, panting, still abusing her nipples.
“Hands by your side,” he ordered. Defiance flashed across her face, but only lasted for a brief second, then she lowered her hands while Mitch tucked himself back into his pants.
He didn’t doubt he’d be hard as a rock again very shortly, but he’d also be able to last a lot longer now that he’d taken the edge off his desire.
Poor Domi, on the other hand, was still eager and needy… and would stay that way for a bit longer. She wiped away the few tears that had fallen and most of the eyeliner from her cheeks. Too bad. But there was plenty of time to ruin the rest of her makeup.
“Your gag reflex is working perfectly,” he said in a pompous tone, holding out his hand for her to take. “Stand up, and we’ll continue the examination.”
Domi
If she’d been on fire before, she felt as if she was about to combust now. The sweet torment was becoming actual torture if she didn’t get to come soon. Hell, she’d been almost there just from rubbing her thighs together while Master Mitch fucked her mouth.
By ‘continue the examination,’ he’d better mean examining her pussy. Though it was no surprise, he’d gotten off first. The only reason it didn’t bother her was she knew he was going to make her orgasm multiple times tonight. Otherwise, she’d probably be pretty ticked off.
“Hmm, self-abuse to the breasts,” he murmured, cupping her breasts far more gently than she’d done. Domi blushed. She’d gotten a little carried away with her nipples, which were throbbing in protest. “Not bad, though. Let’s see how much more they can take.”
Trepidation swept through her, followed swiftly by arousal. There was always the small part of her brain that protested—that shouldn’t be hot—but she’d learned to ignore it. She liked what she liked, and she wasn’t going to apologize for it.
“Up on the table, Miss Ortiz.”
Curious to see what he had up his sleeve—with Mitch, it was never what she expected—Domi did as she was told.
She did grumble a little when he spread her legs apart, putting them in restraints the same way he did her wrists, so she couldn’t rub her thighs together anymore, although it wasn’t like she was actually going to be able to get herself off that way.
Probably. But putting pressure on her throbbing pussy had helped with some of the relentlessly growing need.
Which, she knew, was exactly why he’d taken that bit of relief from her. Sadist.
Squirming against her restraints, her eyes widened when he went to what she’d always thought was a closet-type cabinet on the side of the room and wheeled out an odd-looking contraption she’d never seen before. It looked like medical equipment… sort of.
“What is that?” she asked, her voice going up in a squeak. Rolling it next to her, stopping at her torso, Mitch’s lips spread in a wickedly sadistic grin.
“This is a heavy-duty vacuum pump, Miss Ortiz.” He picked up two large suction cups attached to the machinery by long, clear tubes. “For your breasts.”
“Holy fuck.” The words slipped out before she could stop them, her body cringing away. It didn’t matter she was also wildly curious about how they would feel—they looked scary, and she didn’t know what to expect.
Master Mitch’s eyes lit up at her reaction, full of happiness and growing arousal. A quick glance at the front of his pants confirmed he was already getting hard again, just at the idea of torturing her with the vacuum.
All tied up and unable to escape, there was nothing Domi could do but squirm as Mitch carefully placed the large suction cups over her breasts.
“Hold still, Miss Ortiz, or I may not be able to place these correctly,” he said sternly.
Body throbbing, apprehension growing, Domi bit her lower lip and forced herself to remain still.
Apparently satisfied with the placement, Mitch held them in place with one hand—his thumb on one, fingers on the others—and reached back to flick on the machine.
Domi gasped at the sensation, the tingling pull as the suction cups latched on to her sensitive flesh. It didn’t hurt and wasn’t a very strong pull, but she could see how it could get there.
“There are smaller suction cups for just nipples,” Master Mitch said conversationally. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him sliding something on the machine, and the suction increased, making her arch her back in reaction. “I’ve ordered some for us to try sometime.”
Imagining that kind of localized suction made Domi squirm, but this time, Mitch didn’t scold her. He didn’t need to. The cups firmly latched onto her breasts, pulling them into the cups and making them look bigger. Her nipples stretched higher, being pulled along with everything else.
It felt odd but incredibly good.
“Oh!” She threw her head back against the table when Mitch made another adjustment, increasing the suction.
Now it was beginning to hurt, in a good way, her breasts throbbing and pulsing in the cups, feeling swollen and tight.
They looked even bigger, and the sensation left her panting and her pussy creaming.
“Good girl, Miss Ortiz.” Master Mitch smiled, moving away and leaving her with her breasts suctioned into the cups, body quivering with need. “Now, we’ll see how that goes while I examine the rest of you.”