Freak - A Dark Medical Romance

I keep rubbing her bottom, sliding my hand down between her thighs to brush against that tender spot where she parts her thighs and invites me in. This is much more intimate than most handler relations, I am sure, but I think this is what she needs. It’s definitely what she wants. With every brush of the flat of my hand past her panty clad slit, she arches and moans.

Pinching the fabric over her pussy, I lift it away and to the side, revealing a very pretty pussy. She has an untouched look, a smooth pelt of blonde hair covering that most delicate part of her. Lust charges through me, along with a sense of reverence.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, allowing a fingertip to drift over that dewy seam.

She lets out a long, slow, moaning curse.

Electra

“Fucccckk…”

He can see me.

He can see every part of me, all the pieces I tried to hide. He’s more than looking. He’s touching, and his touch sends perfect fire through my veins. All the repressed sexual instincts I’ve been fighting my entire life. This is the last frontier, the battleground where I have held the line. I’ve never allowed any man to see me like this, not since I became an adult.

Tom knows how to touch me. He knows how to make my body sing with a kind of desire I can’t handle on my own. I need him to release it for me – and he does. He strokes me tenderly and murmurs words of encouragement and praise as I part my thighs and arch my back and make my greedy silent desires obvious.

With every swirling touch, I feel myself getting wetter. I can hear myself too. How embarrassing, to have my body producing a liquid need just for him. I barely know this man, but my body agrees that he owns me. This part of me is only emerging under his mature guidance. I don’t know how old the doctor is, exactly, but I think he has to be at least twice my age. The silver in his beard, the wrinkles which creep around his eyes when he smiles, the air he has about him, a laid back dominance which doesn’t need to prove itself, it all combines to make me feel very safe and very cared for as I writhe my way to an orgasmic release which makes me buck against his teasing hand until my nervous system overloads with perfect feeling.

I squeal and cry out, I wriggle and I clench, I buck away from him and hold his leg tight, and finally I relax as I have never relaxed before.

“Good girl,” he praises me, settling my panties back into place. He pats my bottom and lets me stay where I am, holding me over his thighs until I start to stir. I don’t know how I am going to look him in the eye after having just done… that.

“Feeling better?”

“Yes,” I admit. I do feel so much better. I feel better than I’ve ever felt. I feel free, even though I am captive.

“I am going to look after you,” he says. “I want you to try to trust me. I know that won’t be easy, but I want you to try. Together, we’ll get through this.”

Usually, I would think everything he said was total bullshit, but something about the aftermath of climax makes me want to believe him. Maybe we will get through this. Maybe he will be there for me.

“Now,” he says. “Let’s finish off this little discipline session.”

“This is discipline?”

“It is,” he chuckles at my confusion and taps my butt to remind me that it stings. I feel his hands easing me up from his lap. I’m still not sure how I can look him in the eye, but as it turns out, I don’t have to.

“Pull your pants up and go and stand in the corner.”

“What?”

“What? Why the corner?”

“Just go stand there, put your nose to the corner, and think about what you’ve done.”

“You mean today, or like, my entire life?”

Tom

She’s a sassy little thing, but she does as I say. If I were doing this properly, I’d have her panties down around her knees, her hands on her head. I’d have her stood in that corner until I thought she’d learned her lesson, but this is a lesson that’s going to be more difficult to teach than most, and I’m starting off slowly – as well as fighting a hell of an erection. It’s too soon to have my way with her. She’s too innocent. If we had sex now, it wouldn’t be because she knew she wanted it. It would be because she was swept up in a new feeling of safety. I don’t know anything about her past, but I am certain she has never been intimate with anybody before.