Lanie's Lessons (24 page)

“Yes, sir, a little nervous, but really turned on.”

His eyes searched her features, then came to rest on her lips, which were parted and dry. Her tongue slipped out to wet them and she swallowed. His perceptive gaze shifted as he watched her intently. “You’re certain? You seem wired, do you need a break?”

“God, no! I need to come soon or I’ll die.”

“I hardly think something so drastic will occur.” He observed her for a minute more, then lowered his head for a kiss. When he pulled away, he murmured, “Okay, we’ll continue, but I expect to hear your safe word if it gets too intense. And with what I have planned, it just might.”

Oh, crap! How much more intense could it get?

After one more slow kiss, he moved down her body, taking his place at the end of the table. Lanie couldn’t look away from the erotic image he made, his lips so close to her pussy that she could feel his breath. She ached for him.

“I’ll be checking your anocutaneous reflex next.”

“My ano what?”

He chuckled. “It’s also called an anal wink. When I touch the skin around this tight little pucker, your sphincter should contract and give me a wink.”

“How do you know all this stuff?”

“I told you, baby, pre-med. Be a good patient and let me concentrate.”

All thoughts flew from her head as fiendish Dr. Fischer rolled his metal wheel of torment between her spread cheeks and around the tight ring of her ass. Not surprisingly, she felt her sphincter contract and her muscles flex involuntarily just as he said they would.

A deep hum of satisfaction sounded. “There it goes, winking at me as sexy as can be.”

“Dear god Ethan, I can’t take anymore.”

“You can, but we’re all done here.”

She sighed in relief and released her legs.

“Ah, ah, ah. Keep those legs up. I meant we were done with the wheel. We still have the vaginal and rectal exams to complete.” Her answering groan made him laugh outright as he pushed her legs back into place holding them until she clasped them again. His warm hands caressed the back of her thighs, moving down to her ass where he gave her a squeeze and molded her cheeks in his palms. “You’ll find my techniques are far more enjoyable than what you’re used to.”

Chapter Eighteen

Ethan inhaled her sweet scent, so enticing his mouth craved a taste. He bent his head and licked into her, his lips brushing over her clit. She trembled beneath his hands. When he gave it a flick with the tip of his tongue, she cried out. Back and forth, he teased it, before sucking it between his lips. Her pussy gushed as he worried the nub between his teeth. When she tensed and whimpered softly in her throat, he stopped, conscious that her climax was well within reach. Instead of giving her one more flick, a roll with his tongue, or a suck that would send her over the top, he moved lower to lick at her folds and lap up her juices. Honey sweet was his Lanie.

So attuned to her body’s responses, Ethan could keep her on the edge forever. Although she begged and sometimes cursed him, it was always much better when she waited. Sometimes he’d give her what she wanted making her come repeatedly but today was about extending their play and delaying the inevitable. His cock twitching behind his zipper was a persistent reminder that this wasn’t easy for him either, but so worth it.

Two fingers entered her, gliding in and out of her drenched heat, pressing upward until he found her G-spot. Concentrating on the springy swelling spot, the attention made her muscles ripple as she fought for control. In a wicked mood, he added his tongue and listened to the sweet sound of her little groaning pants. He loved the sounds she made, raw and carnal, and blatantly sexy. It would be so easy to drive inside her and make them both come, but he’d planned more and wanted to see it through. Drawing in a last whiff of her sultry scent, he leaned back and stood up.

Easing her legs down, he pulled her to her feet. “I don’t have all the right equipment. Lacking stirrups, we’ll have to improvise and do this a little differently. Get on your hands and knees.”

A thrill rushed through her at his command issued in his deep, sensual voice. Flushed and blurry eyed, she obeyed without hesitation, climbing onto the table and leaning forward until she rested on her forearms and knees. Her legs were together, which wouldn’t do, but he’d address that later. For now, he wanted her ass more prominent. He pressed down on her upper back until her chest rested on the table, then moved to her side.

“Arms at your sides and turn your head toward me.”

With him kneeling by the side of the table, he could watch her expressive face. As she gazed up at him, her big blue eyes turned liquid and he sensed the underlying apprehension behind her arousal. She was submitting so beautifully. Tender emotions welled within him, and a smile played along his lips. After doing so well with the wheel, which he knew was a challenge, the rest should be a breeze. He cupped her soft cheek and moved quickly to reassure her.

“I’m so proud of you, Lanie. Submitting so fully is pushing your limits, but trust me, nothing is going to happen here that you don’t want or won’t enjoy, okay?”

“Yes, sir.” Her response was rife with excitement as she added, “I want you, Ethan.”

“And you’ll have me. Right after I make sure everything is ship shape and in working order.”

His warm hands ran over her. At the small of her back, one rubbed side to side while the other stroked over her hips and down over her bottom. His fingertips traced the seam of her lips. With a sigh, Lanie leaned back against his hand encouraging more. He didn’t disappoint and dipped inside, circling her entrance with two broad fingers. A rush of moisture flooded her sex and her juices overflowed sending a small trickle trailing down her inner thigh.

As his fingers measured the level of her response, words soft and low, slipped out. “Unbelievably wet and so damn responsive.” If he wasn’t careful, he’d end things prematurely in his jeans. He needed to get back to the scene. As if he hadn’t spoken, he channeled Dr. Fischer once again. “All seems in order externally, but I’ll need to check inside. For this part of the exam, you’ll need to be very still. Can you do that or do I need to help you?”

“What do you mean, help me?”

“I have thigh restraints.”

Heat flooded her center and her internal muscles clamped around his fingers like a vise. If she was like him, the image of her tied, open and helpless before him, sent jolts of pure pleasure surging through her system.

“Uh… this is all so intense already, Ethan. I’m not sure.”

“You want the restraints, baby.”

“I do?”

“Oh, yeah.” His words were more of a groan as he leaned over for a kiss, fingers working her slowly inside. “I’m knuckle deep. At the mere mention of restraints, your juices drenched my hand and your muscles gripped me tight.”

Lanie’s face suffused with color. It was often hard for her to ask for what she wanted. He hoped she was too far gone with lust that she wouldn’t be shy about it. “I want the restraints.”

“That’s my girl. It’s always okay to ask for what you want.”

After another fleeting kiss, he withdrew his fingers and moved back to the foot of the table. He ignored the temptation of the glistening pink flesh as he dug into the bag for the soft restraints. He wrapped a fleece lined cuff around each thigh, right above her knee. Moving around the table, he pulled each wrist down and bound them in smaller cuffs attached to each thigh restraint. A connecting strap was threaded under the table and snapped to the D-link on each thigh to keep her legs positioned wide apart. He leaned back, assessing her position. Knees spread, ass positioned high in the air, with her chest and shoulders lying flush on the table—so beautiful.

It was almost perfect; her legs could be a tad wider. “Spread more for me, Lanie.” He lips quirked in amusement when she barely moved an inch. “Wider. Don’t hide from me. You’re gorgeous everywhere.”

His hands on her inner thighs guided her legs farther apart until they stretched to the corners of the extra wide coffee table. When they were spread to his satisfaction, he shortened the strap, which locked her in position. She could move slightly forward or back, but couldn’t close her legs. She was well and truly bound, helpless, and completely exposed—her pussy and ass his for the taking.

“Comfortable?” Ethan asked as he crouched by her head, watching her closely. A delicately arched brow rose as her lips quirked. He knew at least a dozen flippant answers crossed her mind. “Should I reword that and ask if anything is strained or pinching?”

“I’m good, sir,” was her reply.

“No,” his lips found her ear and he nipped it, “you’re perfect.” He eased the sting with his tongue. “Thanks for talking me into the walnut table, baby.”

He was teasing, of course. He’d wanted wood when she’d wanted glass. They’d compromised, with him getting the table and her getting the four-post bed she wanted. This was well before beginning their amorous adventures and in the end, their kinky play benefited from both selections. Funny how things work out sometimes.

His hand brushed loose hair back from her face and he planted several soft kisses along her cheek before murmuring in her ear. “I want you to tell me if anything cramps or starts hurting, okay?”

“I will, Ethan, but really, I’m good.”

With a nod, he moved back down the table.

* * *

She knew he was positioned between her feet when both hands ran up the backs of her thighs, his nails scraping lightly. They shifted to her inner thighs, teasing there softly before gliding up over her bottom. Nervous in this pose, she was also very aroused, the constant stroking, caressing and abrading of her skin with his hands not letting her ease for a moment. She wished he would put an end to this torment, plunge deep inside and drive into her over and over until they both found heaven. Having long since reached her limit, if he didn’t get her off soon she was going to scream.

A crackling sound like ripping plastic made her stiffen, her ears on alert for some clue of his plan. It was followed by a creaking—she knew that distinctive sound—it was a flip top bottle of lube. She twisted her neck, trying to see, but she was well secured. Lanie made a mental note to replace the painting on the far wall with a mirror. If this was going to be a recurring event, she wanted to be able to watch him and see what he was doing. Something else cold and hard touched her and she jerked.

“Relax and take a deep breath while I insert this.”

Insert? He’d called this a vaginal exam… That could only mean one thing. Holy crap—was it a speculum? Dear God! He was really taking the kinky doctor act to the extreme. When she felt his lube slickened fingers penetrate and begin to stroke in and out, she thought maybe she could do it and closed her eyes trying to stay calm. But when his fingers moved and the cold hard object returned, she imagined the metal blades opening her and Ethan looking deep inside her pussy. She panicked, it was too much.

“No, Ethan! Wait.”

He stilled behind her except for his broad hand on her cheek. “What’s wrong?”

“Please, tell me that’s not what I think it is.”

“Lanie, do you remember a few minutes ago when I asked you to trust me? What did I say?”

What had he said? She racked her brain, struggling to remember. It wasn’t until his hand squeezed in reassurance, then rubbed over her back, butt and thighs that she relax enough to think straight. “You said you wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want or wouldn’t enjoy.”

“That’s right. I want you to trust in me. If you don’t feel you can, you may call your safe word and we’ll end this. It’s your choice as always.”

She closed her eyes and pressed her face into the thick terry cloth towel. After several moments of soul searching, vacillating between trust and the other extreme, using her safe word, her answer when it came was muffled. “I trust you, sir. Do your worst.”

His lips lowered to the nearest cheek and brushed gently against her. “You make it sound as much enjoyable as a trip to the real doctor, Lanie. This is supposed to be fun.”

“I’m ready for it to start any time now.”

A slap against her bottom had her regretting her sass.

“Liar. If I had allowed it, you’d have come, at least four or five times already. Honesty, Lanie.”

She felt pressure as whatever he was using slid in slowly, stretching her. She concentrated on the sensation, trying to figure out exactly what it was as it filled her. When he was in a few inches, he eased it back, then twisted it with each slow glide. The hand on her bottom caressed and soothed the whole time. A few more strokes and she was full. She felt his fingers against her pussy lips and knew it must be all the way in. He began slowly fucking her with it, sliding in and out with a continuous twisting motion. She knew for certain at that point that this was no speculum. No medical device could feel this good, not to mention there was no handle bumping against her or edges pinching her skin. She let out a drawn out sigh and relaxed into the play.

“I like that sound. Enjoyable, just as I promised.” He continued at a leisurely pace for another few minutes then pushed it deep and left it buried inside. He tapped the end and the added sensation had her groaning. “Your pussy is a pretty pink and so very wet. As I have said many times, you’re beautiful, baby, inside and out.” He bent and flicked her clit with his tongue. “I’m beginning to regret my career change as a sophomore. I didn’t know what I’d be missing.”

“This is all very strange.”

“Strange how? Are you uncomfortable?”

“No, but it seems—I don’t know… bizarre.”

“Because it’s different and you aren’t in control?” His tongue teased her, circling and stroking slowly over the pearly nub. His voice was husky as he murmured against her sensitized flesh. “Surrender to me, Lanie, when you do, it always makes you happy.”

She hesitated. Was she thinking too much? He wasn’t hurting her, in fact, everything had been intensely pleasurable. She was letting her mind intrude on the pleasure and as usual overthinking things way too much like the control freak she was. Trust, that’s all he asked for.