Submitting to the Doctor (Cowboy Doms 7)

Long fingers and a calloused palm gripped one fleshy cheek and squeezed, followed by his gruff baritone. “See that you do.”

Lillian gritted her teeth, both against that smug rejoinder and the slow insertion of the smooth glass bulbs. The oil and his hand must have taken the chill off the balls, which helped her accept the foreign objects as they rolled with ease past her tight rim. The first, biggest one was the most difficult to remain still for as it pinched and stretched to the point of soreness. Each consecutive orb was a little smaller and slid easier into place until all five were embedded. The stuffed feeling was unpleasant until she swayed her hips to alleviate the pressure and discovered they rolled and pulsated against those newly exposed nerve endings.

Her astonished cry rent the air before she gasped, “You didn’t tell me they moved!”

“Vibrate, and it’s more fun to show than tell.”

Mitchell shifted between her legs, the rough denim against her skin changing to the softer brush of his cotton t-shirt. Those large hands cupped the underside of her buttocks, his thumbs spreading her labia and then the scratch of his goatee tickled her inner thighs as he licked up her seam. Another cry spilled out of her mouth, this one softer as her pussy convulsed around his invading tongue probe.

“Mitchell,” she breathed, unsure what she wanted to convey back to him as he lapped at her clit. He didn’t stop feasting to answer, thank goodness, adding one long finger to stroke deeper than his tongue could reach.

Between the glass bead’s palpitations and his busy tongue and lips, she succumbed to the heightened sensations igniting a heated frenzy throughout her body. A sharp, teeth-tugging yank on her clit elicited a shriek and gush of cream, numbing her to everything except the pleasure spiraling out of control. He lapped over the tortured bud, his finger sliding through her damp channel with ease as he pressed against her slick walls. Sinking his teeth into one tender fold resulted in another convulsive grip around his finger and returning tongue jab.

Lillian forgot about the public exposure, her dislike of Mitchell’s bossiness and the fact the activities in this place weren’t her thing. As the anal toy and his mouth worked their magic, driving her to the pinnacle of release over and over only to have him slow down enough to stop the final push into orgasm, the reason for her being here, with him in the first place took a back seat to the desperate need he’d kindled inside her. She quaked as every cell was awakened by the painful intensity burning through her system, making her legs shake as she pushed against his marauding mouth in one last, silent plea for an end to his torment.

Instead of showing her mercy, he abandoned her drenched pussy to tug on the string dangling from her butt. Her muscles tightened around the rolling caress of all five balls but it was the brush of soft feathers teasing her labia that drew a shuddering sigh of pleasure. Swallowing her pride, she opened her mouth to beg but the abrupt snap of leather replacing the feathery caresses seared her tender flesh, drawing a startled shriek instead. She shook as the sting morphed into pulsating heat with another soothing stroke of the feather. “Oh, crap,” she groaned as he delivered another burning swat and calming feathery stroke that sent her into a tailspin of needy lust, leaving her no choice but to plead for mercy.

She lifted her head but didn’t look back as she pled, “Mitchell, Master, Sir, whatever you want me to call you, please do something.”

“Tell me what you want,” he insisted.

Now she did glance around, grateful he had stood and leaned to the side so she could see him. “Are you really going to make me say it?” she demanded.

“Yes,” he returned, the implacable hardness lacing his voice drawing a shiver down her spine. “I can’t risk misreading you,” he added by way of explanation.

With her hands cuffed at her sides, it was difficult to keep her head raised. Huffing, she swallowed her pride. “Fine, fuck me, is that clear enough for you?”

Mitchell’s answer was a blistering smack to both cheeks as he fished a condom out of his pocket. “A little reminder to watch your tone as a matter of respect,” he taunted back.

Lillian wanted to smirk in return and tell him the burn only fueled the fire he’d left simmering, but wouldn’t put it past him to deny her release. Instead, she opted for a throaty plea. “Please.”

“Better.” Twirling one finger, he signaled for her to turn around, the silent order grating, but not enough to risk delaying his possession.

As he gripped her hips and prodded her pussy lips with his wide cock head, a sharp barked order from another Dom nearby followed by a leather-snapping lash and shrill cry reminded her of where they were. What am I doing? She never imagined she would find herself in such a posit

ion, let alone in public. And then Mitchell slid forward, filling her needy pussy with his hard flesh, stretching her sheath with his thickness, and nothing else mattered.

“Take a deep breath, pet.”

He didn’t give Lillian time to ask why, or to bristle at the disliked endearment as he pulled back with excruciating slowness and tugged on the dangling anal beads cord hard enough to yank the first ball out of her butt. Pleasurable ripples raced up and down both orifices, changing into gripping spasms as he thrust hard and deep with another glass orb release. Like setting flame to a dry timber, she exploded in a burst of fiery contractions, going mindless as he rocked her body on the padded bench with pounding, jackhammer strokes. Sensation after sensation ripped through her with endless pulses, her strangled cries catching on breathless sobs.

Mitchell didn’t know what got to him more, Lillian’s acceptance of everything he’d introduced her to thus far or the tight contractions of her slick heat squeezing his cock. Yes, he thought with licks of pleasure traversing up and down his pummeling shaft, it had been weeks since he’d indulged in fucking a sub, but he’d abstained for a full year following Abbie’s death and hadn’t experienced this intense conflagration of gripping satisfaction when he’d first returned to their Denver club.

Tabling those thoughts in favor of enjoying the snug, welcoming pussy pulling his climax up from his balls, he released the last anal bead, relishing the unconscious lift of her ass and shuddering, sweat-dampened body. Leaning over, he braced his hands on the bench at her sides, grunting as he proceeded to ride her hard and fast with rapid hip-jerking thrusts.

Lillian’s second climax spasmed around his pistoning shaft, the final, irresistible lure to letting go with his own orgasm. His head filled with the euphoria of pleasure spewing up his cock and bursting into the latex cover. The bench shook from the force of his ramming hips but she continued to embrace his rough possession with toe-pushing ass-lifting that provided a soft cushion for him to land on.

It took several seconds to clear his head and get his breath back as he soaked up the tiny quivers of her swollen, wet muscles still teasing his flesh. Attuned to her every sound and movement, he heard the moment her heavy breathing and satisfied moans hitched into a tortured sob, and then another and another.

Lifting off her, Mitchell released her wrists with one hand while removing the condom with the other. Coming around the bench, he discarded the protection in a bin and reached for her shaking shoulders, guessing the dam burst on her pent-up emotions before she could rouse from the euphoria enough to put her shields back up.

“I’ve got you, Lillian.” Her weeping continued as she stood and allowed him to pull up her panties without a word. She didn’t snipe or complain when he lifted her, just buried her face in his shoulder and shook with the strength of her torrential outburst as he carried her downstairs and into the secluded nook, away from curious, concerned eyes.

This breakdown, he suspected as he settled on the small sofa behind plant-topped half-walls, centered more on grief than what her first lifestyle scene revealed about her sexual makeup. She was a strong woman and would either embrace that new knowledge about herself or walk away from exploring it further. But he knew only too well there was no way to dismiss the agonizing heartbreak of loss that cut so deep it left you numb for months. Her grief was still in its infancy compared to his, which meant she was still coming to terms with her sister’s death, with the fact she would never see or speak with her again, that their special bond was forever severed.

His heart ached as she burrowed deeper with a wrenching, watery hiccup and he recalled the devastation and pain of losing Abbie. Tightening his arms around her shivering body, he leaned his head back and let her cry it out, wishing there was something, anything he could say or do to ease her pain.

Devin entered the quiet corner holding out Lillian’s black skirt with a worried look in his dark blue eyes. “Is she all right?”