Authors: Tara Crescent
“You’ll have to thrust,” I told him. I couldn’t move my body without my nipples exploding in pain. He looked at me, raw need in his eyes. “I assure you,” he said, his voice hoarse, “that won’t be a problem.”
I opened my mouth wide, he shoved his dick in, deep, all the way to the back of my mouth. I relaxed my throat, and felt him enter it, and then he pulled out, and repeated the movement.
The dildos continued to pound my pussy and my ass. Patrick held my head in his hands, gently, just holding my face exactly where he wanted, and he fucked my mouth and throat, and as I heard his moans of need, warmth filled me. He brought me to such incredible heights of pleasure. I wanted – no, I
needed
to do the same for him.
Patrick fucked my mouth. I sucked in my cheeks and swirled my tongue over his head, and ran it on the sensitive underside of his shaft. I was engulfed in lust and longing. I craved Patrick; I craved the feel of him and the taste of him and the smell of him. I wanted his hard weight on my body as he thrust his beautiful cock in my pussy. I wanted to feel him erupt in my body. But most of all, I wanted to do what he asked me to do, and I needed to be good for him.
And so I sucked, and swallowed as he groaned and erupted in me, and the dildos continued their ruthless pounding of my body. And then, as his fingers found my clitoris, and flicked that sensitive nub, once, twice, not more, I exploded in an orgasm so powerful that for an instant, I blacked out.
Lisa:
The dildos had stopped moving when awareness returned. Patrick moved towards the nipple clamps, and I braced myself for the pain as blood flowed back into my nipples, but his fingers soothed the tender buds, and I groaned in gratitude. He unbuckled me, and carried me to his bed.
“You fucked me unconscious,” I mumbled, snuggling into his body. “Nicely done, Dr. Anderson.”
He laughed and kissed me. “I’m pretty sure the fucking machine fucked you unconscious,” he said wryly. “Gives a guy a complex.”
I looked at him. “I’d prefer you inside me any day,” I said honestly. I grinned. “But the whole filled-in-every-hole thing was pretty hot as well. Thank you.”
“What do you think? Top 2 moment?” he asked, his lips twitching. I laughed and winked at him. “Well, Dr. Anderson,” I teased, “let me ponder that. I’ll tell you in the morning.”
He rolled his eyes in mock annoyance, as I lay pressed into his body. “I should have flogged you harder,” he grumbled. I laughed again.
I’d never laughed so much with anyone. Everything about this guy was amazing. And he deserved to know that, and if that meant I put my heart on the line, so be it.
“I love you,” I muttered in his neck. The first time I’d ever said it to a man in my entire life. It felt like I was about to walk the plank off a pirate ship or something. Jumping in the deep end of the pool, when you couldn’t swim. It was terrifying. And it was necessary.
I could feel his body still, and then, he kissed my forehead, very gently. “I love you too, Lisa,” he said, his voice very, very quiet.
“Really?” I asked, turning to look at him.
His lips twitched. “Really.”
Every bit of my body ached. My nipples were tender; my pussy would be painfully sore in the morning. My ass still felt warm. I smiled, a sense of peace and contentment filling me. I was happier in that moment than I’d ever been in my life.
I smiled at him. But I was wiped out, and nestled in his arms, I fell asleep almost instantly.
***
I woke up to the ringing of Patrick’s cell phone. Patrick was already awake, reaching for it, and I turned towards him and watched.
“Okay,” he said into the phone, and hung up. “Sorry baby, I have to go in. Emergency.”
Before I could answer, the phone rang again. This time, Patrick stiffened when he looked at his phone display, and when he picked it up, his voice was slightly wary.
“John, what’s going on?”
I could hear a male voice on the other end of the line, but I couldn’t distinguish the words. But Patrick grew pale as he listened, and his entire body stiffened.
“I’ll meet you at the hospital,” he said. His entire voice had changed. And when he turned to me this time, there was pain in his eyes.
“What happened?” I asked. I was suddenly afraid, though I didn’t know why.
“It’s Andrea,” he replied tonelessly. “Her current Dom beat the living daylights out of her. She’s in a coma. She’s going to need emergency surgery. I’ve got to go to the hospital.”
I just looked at him, dread in my heart. Just last week, I’d run into Andrea, filled to the brim with confidence that she couldn’t come between Patrick and me. But my heart was racing as I saw the look in Patrick’s eyes.
Underneath the covers, I crossed my fingers, but I didn’t know what I was warding off.
Read on for an excerpt from Relapse (Doctor Dom Volume 4)!
Relapse (Doctor Dom Volume 4)
Text copyright © 2014 Tara Crescent
***
The wounds of the past run deep. Can we ever fully heal? ***
My name is Lisa Preston.
A little more than a month ago, I met a gorgeous guy in a bar and went home with him. He spanked me. He put me on an examination table and made all my dark fantasies come true.
Now my relationship with Patrick continues to deepen. Every day is more amazing than the last. He has become my boyfriend. My lover. My Dominant.
But the wounds of the past run deep. When I do something that reminds him of the way his ex-wife betrayed him, can our relationship ever recover? Or will we remain haunted by the past forever?
Note: This novella includes medical play, spankings, domination, graphic sexual scenes, and more.
Read on for a
preview of Relapse (Doctor Dom Volume 4)…
***
Patrick:
I’d just received word that my ex-wife had been badly beaten by her boyfriend. She showed signs of brain injury. I was the neurosurgeon on call.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“I’ve got to go,” I said, looking at my girlfriend Lisa. It was three in the morning, and the timing could not possibly be worse. We’d uttered the magical
I love you
words just a few hours earlier.
“I’ll get up,” she said. We had both been asleep when the call had come in.
I shook my head. “No need,” I said. I handed her a house key. “Go back to bed. I’ll call you when I get out of surgery.”
It should have been a bigger thing – giving her a key to my place. Not a result of necessary logistics, but an act of deliberate intent. It didn’t matter. I would have given her a key soon enough anyway.
I could tell that her thinking was running along the same lines from the hesitant way she took the key. But my mind was in two places. The surgery looming ahead was in my thoughts, and everything was intensified by the fact that it was Andrea in the operating room. A woman who I had loved very much at one point in my life; a woman I had been married to for eight years.
“I’ve got to go.” My voice was distracted. She just nodded.
***
Things wouldn’t be free of complication. When I pulled up at the hospital, I was greeted by a woman in her mid-fifties.
“Dr. Anderson,” she greeted me. “I’m Kelly Waldie. I’m legal counsel here at Toronto General.”
I nodded. “Ms.
Waldie,” I said. I’d been expecting to see the lawyers. Andrea was my ex-wife. The hospital would be worried about getting sued due to conflict of interest.
“We have a problem.”
I nodded again. “In that case, why was I called in?” I asked.
She shrugged; a helpless gesture. “You are the only neurosurgeon on call. Dr. Portman is on vacation. Dr.
Janokovic lives in Newmarket; it will take her an hour to get here. Plus, she had a glass of wine earlier in the evening.”
Ex-husband. Or a neurosurgeon with alcohol in her bloodstream. No good choices here for the hospital. I didn’t blame Kelly
Waldie for looking tired.
“Patrick,” a voice greeted me, and I turned to find John, Andrea’s father. He looked like hell, haggard and grey with worry. “What’s the delay? Why haven’t they pulled her into surgery?”
I wasn’t surprised that John knew Andrea’s status. The guy owned half of bloody Toronto. He knew how to get information.
“Ms.
Waldie, this is John Matherson. Andrea’s father,” I said. “John, Ms. Waldie is the legal counsel for the hospital. As Andrea’s ex-husband, I can’t operate on her without putting the hospital at serious risk of being sued.”
To his credit, John didn’t lose his cool. I had no idea how; I would have gone ballistic by now. “Ms.
Waldie,” he said. His voice was tight. “That’s my only daughter fighting for her life. Are you seriously telling me that she can’t be operated on because you are afraid you’ll be sued?”
“Mr.
Matherson,” Kelly said evenly. I had to admire her calm; she was doing the best possible job in an impossible situation. “We understand this is difficult, so I’ll cut to the chase. As Dr. Andrea Matherson’s substitute decision maker, you need to sign a release form authorizing surgery.”
She held out a release form, and I was even more impressed. It was three-thirty in the morning. She’d received the same middle-of-night phone call as I had, except she was a lawyer and not used to getting calls in the dead of night. But she’d printed out a release form, filled it out, and had it ready for John so there’d be minimal delay with administrative bullshit.
John signed the document without reading it, which had to be a first for him. I nodded to both of them. “I’ll go scrub up,” I said.
***
Eight hours later, I emerged from surgery into the waiting room, blinking a little as my eyes adjusted to the bright daylight. John was on his feet instantly.
“Is she okay?”
“I don’t know,” I replied. I tried to keep my reply as non-medical as possible. Sometimes, we took refuge in the jargon as a way to try and stay detached from the pain emanating from the families, but it was pointless in this case. “There’s a fair amount of brain swelling. We operated to ease the pressure, and we’ve put her in a coma so she can heal. We’ll monitor the swelling, and as it reduces, we’ll try to pull her out of it.” I paused. “John, there’s a very real possibility that she’ll never come out of the coma.”
He nodded. I could see him try to form words, but nothing came out. Andrea had a difficult relationship with her father. There were faults on both sides.
They drove each other crazy. But never once in eight years of marriage did I doubt the very real love they had for each other.
“Do you know what happened?” I asked him.
“It was my fault, Patrick,” he replied tonelessly. “I had lunch with her yesterday. This guy, Liam Henderson, he had trouble written all over him. Ex-cop. A couple of arrests for domestic assault of his ex-wife. Charges mysteriously dropped when she wouldn’t testify. Restraining order. You name it, this guy had it. Every troubling sign in the book.”
“You told her?” I guessed. Andrea craved some sick version of submission, but she wasn’t an idiot. She would have been preparing to cut Liam loose.
John nodded. “She promised she wouldn’t do anything hasty,” he said. His voice was bleak.
I could guess what had happened. Andrea had thought she could get rid of Liam by herself. She always had a chip on her shoulder about letting her father help her. And Liam had beaten her so badly she was hooked up to a respirator, in a forced coma, fighting for her life.
“There’s more,” John added, looking grave. “I told her you’d called me. I can’t be sure she didn’t mention this to Liam. Now the guy is on the run. You need to keep your eyes open.”
“Fuck.” I wasn’t particularly worried about myself. Well, I was, but right now, any instinct for self-preservation was dwarfed by my fear for Lisa, and my sudden, possessive need to keep her safe.
Continue reading Lisa and Patrick’s story in
Relapse (Doctor Dom Volume 4)
End Notes
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Books by Tara Crescent
BDSM Romance:
The Professor’s Pet
BDSM & Medical Play:
Observation (Doctor Dom Volume 2)
Diagnosis (Doctor Dom Volume 3)
BDSM Fantasy:
Magic Everywhere (Chronicles of
Raan Volume 1)
Raina’s Wedding (Chronicles of
Raan Volume 2)
Leila’s Training (Chronicles of
Raan Volume 3)
Erotic Shorts:
The Professor’s Girlfriend (A Sort-of Sequel to the Professor’s Pet)
The Alien, the Doctor and the Virgin (Adventures of Suzie and the Alien Volume 1)
The Alien Trains the Virgin (Adventures of Suzie and the Alien Volume 2)
The Alien, the Virgin and the Warrior Queen (Adventures of Suzie and the Alien Volume 3)
Tentacle Monsters and the Virgin (Adventures of Suzie and the Alien Volume 4)