Chapter Five
Well, I still have no idea what Alistair meant. His message was two days ago. We’d finished the baby clinic with Andy only getting soaked twice and only one dad, dad mind you, not mum, threatening to thump me if I hurt his baby girl. I was busy explaining how important an inoculation was to the baby when his wife wiped her eyes and cleared her throat.
“He means me.”
So that was the first I knew the Potters were into kink.
“Daddy looks after me,” Mrs. Potter said in a soft voice. “He thought you’d upset me.”
“Sorry,” Desmond Potter apologized. “She’s sensitive, is my baby. It’s my place to make things right for her.”
Fair enough, but, however upset either of them were, a query as to what was wrong would have been a better beginning to the conversation. Did they think I wouldn’t understand? Perhaps. Let’s face it, after all as the local doctor, I couldn’t really shout my preferences from the rooftops.
Ah well. I accepted his apology, and made a mental note to make sure someone else did the next round of jabs to young Miss Potter. I might forget how I prefer to sub, and swap roles to bop the bloke one otherwise. That would get me struck off.
The rest of the day was somewhat less stressful, and I got away not too late to drive home and sit next to the Aga for an hour with a glass of wine. During the summer, I’d go into the garden. Until the sun went and the midges came.
Bloody things. Not only did they hone in on the one square inch you forgot to smother in repellent, they liked to drown in wine as well. At least now I could enjoy the sav blanc without one hand over the top of the glass, and know I wasn’t likely to get the map of Scotland on my tummy in bites.
You know the sort of evening when you couldn’t rest? That was it. Alistair hadn’t rung, and he’d said it was his afternoon off. I wasn’t sure whether to be worried or pissed off. In the end I spoke to Sandie to say I was at home and not going anywhere, put her off coming ‘round for a dissing her bloke session, and settled for a bit of both pissed and worried. Then, disgruntled and out of sorts, I ate far too much chocolate cake, and dozed off in the chair.
A hammering from somewhere woke me with a start. I stood up. My leg had gone to sleep, and I swore as I yawned and squinted at the clock. I’d only been asleep half an hour.
The hammering was someone thumping on the door. It sounded like an emergency. Even though we don’t do on call, no doctor worth his or her Hippocratic oath would ignore an emergency.
I opened the door and swayed.
“Are you okay?” Alistair demanded. “I’ve been hammering for a good ten minutes. I was about to try and break in.”
“Eh? Why?” Come on, brain, work.
“I called at the surgery. The receptionist, Sandie is it, said you were at home. I wanted to see you.”
So, good news and bad news. Good he wanted to see me, bad that Sandie would interrogate me tomorrow. No one could beat her at extracting information from an unwilling suspect. I had been known to use her to help me get to the bottom of domestic violence and boils on a bum. I just didn’t appreciate it when she turned her tactics on me.
I stood back to let him in, somewhat amazed at my irregular heartbeat. Would it be wrong to dash into the loo and do a happy clappy dance?
“I’m gl—ooompft.” I didn’t get to finish what I was about to say, before he gave me a tongue twizzling lip lock that took my breath away, made me go weak at the knees, do that leaking tap act with my pussy, and grab his bum. For stabilization, honest.
And if you believe that, pigs can fly, and I have a proper old bridge to sell you.
You get the gist.
I now know what the books mean when they say their heroine melted. I sort of dissolved into a heap of tingling senses and prickling skin. His scent was all around. I kissed him back, oh boy did I, and was half aware that he groaned into my mouth.
He tightened his hands on my ass, and then good lord he lifted me up all Rhett Butler-ish.
“S’okay?”
I think that was what he muttered. I nodded and decided his neck was the perfect place to nibble as he walked sideways down the corridor to the bedroom.
Where I had remembered to make the bed, but fuck it to hell, hadn’t had time to do all the defuzz and groom I’d intended and left the wax on the dressing table. Not heating fortunately, but still in full view.
Ah well the road to hell is paved with good intentions or so they say, and at least half my legs and my bikini line were tidy.
If Alistair noticed it he was enough of a gentleman not to comment. He plonked me on my feet and smiled as he undid the top button on my blouse.
“Like unwrapping a special present an inch at a time.” Each tiny part of skin he uncovered he kissed. By the time he slipped the thing from my shoulders and unclasped my bra—one handed—I had to hold on to his shoulder for balance.
“Did you buy what I asked you to, pet?”
I sort of waved my hand in the direction of the bathroom. I should have known better. He’d called me “pet”. If I hadn’t argued surely that meant I was happy with that? And so it follows on I’m ready to play?
The short, hard, and yes, bloody stinging slap on my ass made me jump.
“Are you my pet or not?”
Oh lord, he sounded pissed.
“Yes, yes, Sir.”
“Then act like it. I’ll ask you again. Did you get what I requested, pet?”
“Yes, Sir. In the bathroom.”
“Much better. Go and get the sponge, dry not wet, and the toothbrush.”
I had no idea what he wanted them for, but hey, he was my Sir—oh how bloody fantastic that sounded—and I was happy to do as he wanted.
I was back in a few seconds and handed them over.
Alistair turned the sponge over and over in is hands. “We’ve rushed this. We’ve not even sorted out your limits. That’s not good. Maybe we’ll do that now and play later.”
Not if I had my way. I yearned to become His.
“Sir, for the basics, red is fire, whips, and chains. Breath play and cupping. Yellow is wax. Green is spanking, blindfold, and limited bondage.”
He grinned and kissed my nose. “Then we’ll work within those parameters for now. A nice spanking and sensation play I think.”
I gasped. Oh my, yes.
“Color,” he snapped out.
“Green, Sir, and yes, please, Sir.”
Alistair stroked my back. “I think you need to strip. Then let me see, I reckon, you can bend over the arm of the settee. Will you be warm enough?”
I thought I’d better not say he could warm me up. Not yet. After all, the room was cozy. The Aga was doing its job, and the heating hadn’t gone off.
I swear I’ve never stripped so fast in my life. Even the way he never took his eyes off me didn’t slow me down. I’ve never been bothered about getting naked. It never freaked me out. Naked body are all variations on a theme. This time though I did wish I was able to suck my tummy in. And defuzz my pussy.
I folded my clothes—somehow it seemed to be the right thing to do—and got settled over the nice, thick rounded chair arm. At least like this my fuzzy pussy and flabby tummy were nicely out of sight.
“I’m going to blindfold you, pet. Are you happy with that?”
Well duh. “Yes, Sir.” He was as good as his word.
You know it’s weird not being able to see, when it’s not on your own volition? I mean if you close your eyes, you open them when you want to. Like this I felt helpless. For once it wasn’t a negative experience. It was one of love and want and comfort and well, proper submission.
It was really now I knew. I’d found the love of my life. The one I wanted above all others. Sudden, abrupt, and no doubt a lot of people would say it was too soon. But I knew. However Alistair felt, I couldn’t change my mind. I was his for as long as he wanted me, and he was mine for as long as he wanted to be.
Pray for ever.
“Pet, I’ll begin slowly. Remember red for stop and no more, yellow for stop, let’s talk, and green for all good. If for whatever reason you can’t speak, put your hand in the air. I’ll stop. Okay?” He stroked the contours of my ass. Even that gentle sensation made me shiver in the best way, and my juices begin to coat my thighs.
“Yes, Sir. Green, Sir.”
“That’s my pet. Now I’m going to get your senses alive.”
I had no idea what he used at first. A soft, then harder impression of something spongy and gritty, and holy hell. The sponge. Grief, the sensations that set off were like nothing I’d ever felt before. You’d have thought they wouldn’t register, but oh boy, they so did. Each nerve end stood up and begged to be noticed. It was like a stream, then a river, then a raging torrent of sensory overload. I wanted to come, knew I couldn’t, and even while one part of my mind boggled that such a simple thing produced such an avalanche of need, the rest of me only wanted to please my Sir.
“Green, Sir, so blooming green.” He hadn’t asked. I just had to blab it. I didn’t think I’d better ask for more, but I could hint, couldn’t I?
“Then it’s time to up the ante a bit now.”
He could have told me we were flying to the moon, naked, and on a Halloween rocket, and I’d have agreed. Anything for him. Well, within the parameters of my limits.
“This is a little more intense, pet. Not too much but enough to make some interesting marks. They won’t last, but you should feel them in a good way. Stop me if you need to.”
He was correct. It was different. More localized. Still on my ass, then slowly I became aware that whatever it was, was sliding between my legs and circling my clit. Not touching, not coming inside me, but teasing, hinting.
God, it was bloody fantastic. The sting was hot. Hot as in arousing, not hot as in heat. Although if I were honest, my body was on fire.
“Color, my pet?”
“Green, Sir. All of it.”
“Darling doc, you’re so receptive. I need to spank you. Just a few to start, pet. Not too hard. Are you still green?”
“I think I’ll be green within our limits every time, Sir.”
“Pet, you humble me. Then we’ll start with ten. Count the spanks, not the strokes.” That made no sense until he started. Then for every spank he soothed the place he’d hit.
Now I know what a true non-punishment spanking should be like.
It was fucking glorious and ended all too soon.
Oh, my ass was on fire, I was panting, whimpering, and so wound up, I swear I was about to cry, come or both. Thank goodness Alistair realized it, because he turned me over, lifted me onto his lap, and then put two fingers inside my channel. He began to move them, mimicking a cock, and pinched my clit.
“Fly, my pet. Come for me and show me how you fall apart again.”
Oh boy did I.
Those stars danced around my head as I shuddered and screamed, and eventually, came down to earth with a thump.
It might not have been subspace, but it was as close as you could get without being there.
When I thought I could speak without stuttering, I cleared my throat. Alistair handed over a bottle of water and some chocolate. Where had he got them from?
He must have read my thoughts. “Stashed when you got yourself comfy over the chair arm. Sip and suck.”
That made me giggle. “Yes, please, if you mean your body, Sir.”
“Minx. Recover first.”
I wanted to protest I was fine, but I recognized the sense in his words and sat quietly—after all I was on his lap and loving it—until Sir stirred.
Sir. Do you know what a frisson of joy that gave me? My lover, my love, and my Sir.
“Now, pet, what should we do next?”
I had an idea. Would he let me show him? “Well, let me see. May I dress? It’s all part of it.”
He sighed, but I could tell it was put on. “If you must.”
“Oh, I must. Hold on.” I’ve never shoved on the basics so fast. Bra, panties, skirt, and top. That was enough for what I had in mind.
“Right, so, how about this?”
I began to slowly inch his jumper upwards.
He grinned. “A good start. I’m in your hands.”
“That’s an opportunity not to be missed.”
“Yeah make the most of it, darling doc.”
“Oh, I intend to,” I cooed the words. “Lift your arms.”
When eventually I’d managed to pull off his thin sweater I couldn’t have told you what day it was.
“A nipple ring?” I am ashamed to say I squeaked. I mean, why hadn’t I seen it the other evening?
God, what an unexpected turn-on. Definitely panty-dampening time.
“Eh?” He looked away from where he was about to tug my panties off and at his chest. Then he laughed. “Like it?”
“Love it. Never seen one on a guy and wondered if it would be a turn-on.”
He fingered it. “And?”
“Oh yes.”
“Then I’ll remember to sneak it when the shoot finishes.” He winked. “It’s a fake. It just sort of sticks on with special glue. This demon is different. The ring denotes his authority.”
“What?” I bent my head and peered at his chest. I really must get over my antipathy to all things gruesome, and at least discover a bit more about what he did, and what his character got up to. But then Sandie said lots of sex, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to see him up close and jiggy with anyone else, acting or not.
He held the gold semicircle out so it stood away from his skin. I salivated. Oh, to tug on it and…
“It’s a sod to get off, and as tomorrow it gets dragged off in a fight for supremacy, I didn’t bother to go through the palaver of getting it unglued only to have it redone. If you think it’s sexy I might ask for a supply.”
The expression on his face reminded me he was an actor. A very over the top ever-hopeful lovesick fool.
Before you ask me how I know when he’s sincere or not, I’ll tell you. I just do. Weird or what? But as sure as I hate cheese and love chocolate I can tell.
“I’d be scared to swallow it.”
He roared with laughter. “Then it definitely goes, pet. I need you lips on my nipples as much as I need air to breathe. And on my cock and ah, yeah, love…” He clutched my head. While he was talking and distracted, I unzipped his jeans and fastened my mouth around his cock.
I thought it was hard as possible before I got it in my mouth, you know the velvet over steel sensation you get when you stroke a willing cock, but boy, was I wrong. It hardened even more one I put my lips on it and laved it.
Drops of pre-cum, that essence of salty male, hit my tongue as I drew him deeper into my mouth.
Alistair tugged hard on my hair. “As much as you give the most superb head ever, I want to come inside your cunt this time, love.” His voice was so guttural I had to strain to hear. But I got the gist, and oh so slowly moved my lips from his prick until I let it go with a gentle—and wet—plop.
I licked my lips and bit the bottom one, just for a second. He watched the action as I did it again and groaned.
“So fucking hot.”
“Now let’s see who can get naked first. First one gets to choose top or bottom.” That was a bit unfair of me, because I could get out of my skirt and knickers in one long pull down, but he’d have to get his jeans around a hard on and get his shoes off. Even though I had no intention of winning—I was too horny and eager to see just what he thought a good fuck-fest was—the teasing might heat things up even more.
He grinned.
“I’m gonna have you every which way, darling doc. Every bloody way, my pet. If not tonight, over time. We will fuck and make love this way, that a way, every bloody way. In your cunt, in your ass, in your mouth. Your mouth around me, your fingers playing with my ass. Tied up in the bath, on the table, or outside. Whatever we both want. This is a partnership. Sir and sub. Yes?”
“Oh yes.”
“First though.” The bugger grabbed both my hands and held them high in the air in one of his. Stretched up on tiptoe without a free hand I was powerless to do anything. He meanwhile toed off his shoes and with a wriggle and a tug had his jeans around his ankles.
One foot and leg emerged jean-less, and he chuckled.
“Now we’re about even. Ready, steady…” He released my hands. “Go.”
He was naked except for that fake but still sexy nipple ring before my skirt got past my knees.
“You win, oh lord and master. What now?”
“This.”
This was an assault on my senses. A sweet, sexy, hot, and prolonged assault.
Every fucking sweaty second of it.
If you had told me I would ever get the chance for such a marvelous lovemaking session, I’d probably have laughed.
Before. Not now.
Alistair lifted me onto the bed, put me flat on my back, and crawled between my legs.
He kissed my pussy and laved my nether lips, and my channel until I was darned about to go over. I thrashed from side to side and clutched two large handfuls of sheet.
The tiny nip to my clit had me ready to come and then—
He moved.
Moved away.
You know that sense of disappointment you get when someone shows you what you crave and then snatches it way before you even get a taste or a touch? That hit me like a ton of bricks, and I stiffened, amazed how swiftly it washed through me.
“Condom,” Alistair said in a husky voice. “Before I forget and get carried away with my need to be in you.”
“Shall I?”
He shook his head. “I daren’t let you. I’d come at first touch. Next time, and the time after, and…” He twisted to pick up the packet, and then I saw it.
On his ass. A tiny tattoo. Of a demon.
Oh my, yes.
Did I moan? Probably. He tore open the wrapping with a rustle.
“Ready?”
More than.
“Oh yes.”
I had no idea that watching a man protect us could be such a sodding turn-on. He stroked the prophylactic down his length and looked at me.
“Darling doc, I can’t promise anything but a short, hard fucking this time. I’ve dreamed about loving you and making you mine. The kink is such an amazing bonus. I’m humbled to find you desire me that way, as I do you. But as I hope to be your Sir, I also yearn to fill you and watch your face as you come now. Licking every salty, aroused inch of you.”
He put my legs over his shoulders and positioned himself with his sheathed cock almost at my pussy.
“Entering you slowly … like this.” He angled his dick and edged it slowly forward.
He was big. Hard and big.
Thank God I knew all about how a woman is made to accommodate a guy. I sighed. Moaned and welcomed his hardness and his heat.
Beats a rabbit or a bullet any time.
Alistair took his time as he inched into me.
“You, my pet, my darling doc, are perfect. I want all of you. Every last bit of…” He thrust hard. “You.”
I pinched his nipples, put my ankles around his shoulders, and tightened my grip on him.
Then he moved. He rode me fast then slow, hard and gentle, and yeah, I matched him every thrust, every pause. When he bent his head and bit my nipples I screamed with pleasure-pain.
I can honestly say I’ve never been so thoroughly fucked.
I was floating, sweaty and ready. Every inch of me tingled, and even my bones ached. I wanted to come, I had to come, but not until…
“Come for me, love. I’ve got to come, come with me.”
I needed no more encouragement. His cock did the ready to let go surge, and I just let go as he shuddered in me and around me.
We came together with a roar loud enough to start an avalanche on the nearest Ben.
My stupid semi-coherent thought, was thank goodness the snow had melted.
****
When I came to enough to think “wow”, Alistair was sprawled on top of me, and I appeared to be caressing his ear.
Ah well. He rolled off—dammit, I liked us as we were—and stroked my cheek. “Two minutes to get shot of the used condom, pet, and well, I don’t know about you?” He paused and did that sexy raise one eyebrow guy thing.
“Round two?” I asked.
He nodded. “Wanna go on top?”
Oh boy, did I ever.
This time it was as good as before. Different even though I rode him the way he’d ridden me. Hot, horny, exciting, but sadly we didn’t last as long.
Even shorter the third time.
By round five—evidently the rumors about staying power were true—we barely made it past the basic in out three thrusts and let’s come.
That’s when I fell asleep with my lover in my arms.
I’m damned sure that as he said he loved me again and again I replied, and I said I love you back. Every time.
Well, I hope I did.
A love fest adds so much more to the meaning of a fuck fest. I can say that with authority now.
****
“You do know since we’ve made love you’ll have to make an honest man of me,” he said solemn and straight-faced. “After all, making love is something very special.”
My mouth dropped open. God almighty, was that a proposal? “Er,” I stuttered, and he winked. “Are you asking me to marry you? The whole orange blossom and flouncy dress scenario?” My heart nearly burst and I sat on my hand so I didn’t pump the air and shout “yes oh bloody hell yes”. I was going to be dignified and—sod that.
“Yes. When? How, where, who will come, can it be small, and not a bun-fest for luvvies, and what made you decide, and—oomptft.”
He’d put his hand over my mouth.
“We both never say anything we don’t mean.” He paused. “I do love you, darling doc. Why so sudden? I honestly have no idea. I just know I saw you and thought, I’ve found her. The woman who will make my life complete. It hit me so hard, I got off the tram without knowing who you were. I got on the next one and asked at the park and ride if anyone had seen you, but no luck. I was about to try and set a private detective to work when one of the crew described the doctor she’d been to see and I wondered … so I came and it was you, and well, as they say in all the books, the rest is history. I love you, Sandy. Can it be the start of our history?” He got out of bed, went down on one naked leg, and took my hand.
He should have looked stupid. He didn’t.
“Can it?”
Well, there’s only one answer to that now, isn’t there?
I wanted to cry with happiness. I didn’t. After all who wanted a watering pot to sniff yes? My heart was bursting with love, and yeah, like all the good soppy books I heard music. No, it wasn’t one of our phones; it was all in my mind.
“Oh yes. Yes, please. My love. My life, my lover, my Sir.”
We celebrated with hot sex, squirty cream, the sponge, and toothbrush—used by me this time—and lots of laughter. We never did tell our twins about all of the night they were conceived.
Before you all tut-tut about safe sex and me a doctor, let me say we did practice what I preach. But no one can foresee a droopy condom, now can they? Not even a doctor.
Sadly, I’m not omnipotent.
Some things are best kept to ourselves.
And the twins are worth it.
The End
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