At His Mercy (Masters Club 1)

Chapter 8

Jess lifted her head, watching as Master Hayden squirted a blob of lubricant over the gloved fingers of his right hand. He was seated now on the rolling stool between her forcibly spread legs. He glanced back at Mistress Olivia. “Bring the light over here so I can see what I’m looking at.”

Mistress Olivia obligingly rolled over a portable exam lamp, bending the neck to aim a very bright light directly between Jess’s legs. The two of them leaned forward, their eyes fixed on her groin.

Heat rushed into her face at the close scrutiny. She’d never liked anyone to stare intently at her like that, and had always been glad of her actual gynecologist’s obliging privacy sheet, so she didn’t have to see what the doctor was doing.

She could feel the laser-beam focus of Master Hayden’s scrutiny. Her legs muscles flexed involuntarily, trying to obey her strong impulse to slam them closed. If she hadn’t been bound as she was, no way she could have exercised the necessary level of self-control.

Surrendering to the situation, she let her head fall back to the table.

As Master Hayden poked and prodded, Jess stared up at the ceiling, noticing for the first time that it was painted a peaceful sky blue, with fluffy white clouds rendered here and there. She calmed as she regarded the mural, the heat draining from her face. Lying on her back on the padded exam table, its sheet soft and cool beneath her body, was easier to maintain than any of those slave positions, that was for sure.

She flexed her hands above her restraints, the only thing she could move freely. Master Hayden had inserted several fingers inside her, using his other hand to press down on her abdomen.

“Good elasticity,” he commented as he moved his fingers inside her. “Healthy tissue, good uterine placement, cervix is normal.” He was performing an actual exam, she presumed, but, at the same time, he was doing something with his palm against her clit that sent shudders of pleasure through her core.

The stark contrast between his calm, professional tone and what he was actually doing to her was at once confusing and highly erotic. If he didn’t stop that thing with his palm, she was going to come! She was aware self-control was called for, but was having a hard time, given the thrillingly bizarre situation.

She girded herself, trying to think about the stacks of work waiting for her at the office in order to distract herself. She was definitely losing the battle, however, as a climax threatened to overwhelm her at his expert touch. But then, all at once, his hands fell away.

She startled when he slid a lubricated finger into her anus. “The anus is very tight. Tell us, Jess,” he asked in a matter-of-fact tone, “have you ever been fucked up the ass?”

It took her a second to switch gears. He’d gone from typical doctor mode to Dom without even a change in the inflection of his voice. Trying not to read anything into the remark, Jess answered truthfully, “Yes, Sir.”

“Excellent.” He eased a second finger into her ass, making her grunt at the added pressure. “That’ll make the next part of the exam a little easier for you.”

A sharp sliver of fear inserted itself in her gut at his words. She drew in a breath and let it out slowly in an effort to calm herself. She’d never particularly minded anal sex, as long as the guy took his time and used enough lube. It helped, too, to have a glass or two of wine first, and plenty of foreplay. Lying strapped down and naked on an exam table with two sadistic Dominants she’d only just met was not exactly relaxing.

Master Hayden pulled his hands from her. “Both holes could use some stretching. Nurse, bring over the toys. I’ll grab the cane,” he added, as if in afterthought.

The cane?

Alarmed, Jess lifted her head again. Master Hayden was in the process of stripping off his surgical gloves, a small smile on his handsome face. He dropped them into a small trash receptacle and then washed his hands in the sink. Mistress Olivia, meanwhile, was taking some things out of a cabinet.

“These should do nicely,” Mistress Olivia said, holding up a large dildo and a scary-looking butt plug. Her eyes were glittering, her nipples now prominent beneath her white uniform.

Master Hayden came to stand by Jess’s head. He pulled something from his white lab coat, which Jess saw was a black satin sleep mask. “It’s distracting when you keep lifting your head. It tells me you’re anticipating. Properly trained subs don’t anticipate. They submit. This blindfold should help take away that temptation.”

He slipped the mask over her eyes, adjusting the elastic at the back of her head. Jess’s sense of helplessness trebled at her sudden blindness, her other senses instantly on alert.