Olivia licked her lips, her smile seductively evil. “Open that speculum wide, doctor. As wide as it’ll go. And you”—she grabbed Sasha’s face and squeezed her cheeks, forcing the girl’s lips into a pout— “don’t you dare make a peep of protest. Take what the doctor gives you, and thank him for it afterward.”
Sasha was trembling now, her eyes wild with fear. At the same time, her nipples were hard as little pebbles, and Hayden could smell her arousal. No question, this girl was a delicious masochist.
Slowly and carefully, he ratcheted the speculum blades wider inside the girl’s vaginal passage. As he opened her, Sasha’s breath turned ragged. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips parted. Tiny beads of sweat were visible on her upper lip and at her hairline, and her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. But, like the good little subby she obviously was, she took the erotic pain without protest.
“Much better,” Hayden said, grinning over the girl’s body at his nurse. “If she passes her audition, I’m going to recommend she get daily penetration lessons with a properly-sized dildo.”
“Excellent suggestion, Doctor,” Olivia replied, right on cue.
Hayden closed the blades until they were touching, and then eased them carefully from the trembling, panting girl. He dropped the speculum into the sink for later sterilization.
Turning back to Olivia, he asked, “What do you think should be next, Nurse? Riding crop or cane?”
“Why limit ourselves?” she replied with a wicked grin. “I’ll start with the crop and then move to the cane.”
“Excellent idea.”
Turning back to the counter, he pulled open a drawer and removed a medium-sized anal plug. He stripped off the sterile wrapping and, making sure Sasha could see what he was doing, squeezed a dollop of lube on the plug’s tip.
While Olivia alternately struck Sasha’s pretty breasts with the crop and sucked at her reddening nipples, Hayden eased the plug into the girl’s tight anal passage. Her hands were clenched into fists above the cuffs. The initial flash of pain that moved over her face as the plug was seated caused another surge of blood to his already swollen cock.
“Good girl,” he praised as he placed his palm over her spread sex. Her clit was hard as a marble beneath his hand. As he rubbed her soaking-wet cunt, she shuddered and moaned softly.
“The cane, please, Nurse.”
“Yes, Doctor. Right away.”
As Olivia retrieved the cane, Hayden informed Sasha, “Mistress Olivia is going to cane you while I play with your cunt and ass. If you’re able to rise above the pain and focus on your pleasure, you’re free to come at will. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” Sasha replied breathlessly.
What would Dahlia look like, spread and bound on the table, at Hayden’s mercy? Would she thrill to the flick of the whip? Would she moan as he teased her cunt and played with the anal plug? Or did her budding interest in BDSM have sharp limits—limits that would doom any possibility of a true relationship between them?
Whoa.
Where had that come from?
Hayden didn’t do relationships. While he was definitely interested in exploring Dahlia’s submissive potential, no way was he looking for a full-time thing. He just didn’t have the time or, if he was honest, the inclination. His day job as a surgeon and his alter ego as a Head Master at the club kept him far too busy to even consider the possibility of a sub of his own. He’d been perfectly content to sample the rotating roster of pleasure subs and service slaves whenever the mood took him, and then go home—alone.
Annoyed with his wandering thoughts, Hayden forced himself to return his attention to the lovely girl lying before him, ready and eager for whatever they meted out.
As Oliva tapped the cane lightly against Sasha’s full breasts, Hayden drew a finger teasingly along her blood-engorged labia, drawing a circle around her clit and then sliding down to press a finger inside her. He added a second finger and then a third.
Sasha trembled and moaned. In spite of himself, Hayden’s thoughts drifted back to Dahlia. He imagined it was her body, spread and naked before him, her swollen cunt pulsing beneath his fingers.
She’d been breathtaking last night in that sexy red dress that clung to her curves, the long slit up the side revealing a slender thigh, gold heels on her pretty feet. Just standing beside her, watching her take it all in with wide-eyed, open-mouthed wonder, had been a treat in itself. She was a BDSM virgin waiting for the right Dom to open her mind and heart to the power of erotic submission.
He was so used to the club, where every sub was well-trained and eager to serve. It had taken all his self-control not to throw Dahlia over his shoulder, caveman style, and take her to a private play room. Had he made a mistake, cutting the night short and sending her home? Should he have pressed his advantage?