Relapse (Doctor Dom Volume 4) (A BDSM & Medical Play Novella) by Tara Crescent

Author:Tara Crescent
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2014-05-12T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Lisa:

Patrick turned to me in bed. “So,” he said, lacing his fingers in mine. “Talk to me about the bathtub.”

“Ah.” I was embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to freak out.”

“No, no. I’m just trying to understand. Tell me about the humiliation. I’ve done plenty that embarrasses you. What was it about that bit that made you nervous?”

I thought about it. “I don’t know. I think it was mostly that I didn’t know what you were going to do. In the bathtub, ahead of an enema, that could be a lot of places I really don’t want to go.”

“Like watching you expel the enema?” he probed. “I told you, I don’t have any interest in that. That’s just too extreme for me. But how do you feel about a certain amount of play that could embarrass you?”

“What’s the difference between embarrassing me and humiliating me?” I asked.

“That’s a matter of perspective,” he replied thoughtfully. “From my standpoint, keeping you slightly at edge is desirable. But my intention isn’t to make you feel any less valued or cherished.”

I really liked having this discussion with Patrick after we were done. In session, there could be potential for hurt. Now, curled up next to him, discussing what worked for me and what didn’t – I felt like we both had the same goal – to ensure that we had the most amazing sex. It felt collaborative. With Nick, any discussion had always felt adversarial. Like a difficult negotiation, not a calm conversation.

“You made me lick my juice off the examination room stool once,” I mused. “That was really hot.”

Patrick smirked at me, before composing his expression into seriousness. “Why was it hot and not humiliating?”

“It was hot because you were so turned-on by it, I guess? And your arousal acted as a catalyst for mine?”

“I’m going to try something when we play next,” he said. “I’m going to rely on you to tell me if it crosses a line.”

I nodded, ignoring the little prickle of guilt. Every time he said something that implied he trusted me, I felt guilty. Yet again, I pushed the guilt aside, and replied to his comment. “Yes, Dr. Anderson,” I said. “This play session, is there a date I need to block off in my calendar?”

He winked at me. “Sometime next week,” he said. “Let me check my calendar; see what work looks like. I’ll text you. Now, if you wouldn’t mind sharing some of this blanket that you’ve managed to steal completely, we can fall asleep.”

“Get your own blanket,” I grumbled, but I moved over and he drew me into his arms. I smiled. “I am having such a good time,” I said softly.

He ran a finger over my lower lip, and bent to kiss my neck. “Me too, baby. Me too.”

I started to fall asleep, but then remembered something. “Hey, Patrick?”

“Mmm?” His voice was sleepy.

“I’m rehearsing Friday night with Mandy,” I said. “Do you want to hang out tomorrow instead of Friday?”

“Okay,” he replied sleepily. “I’ll call you in the afternoon, when I know better what time I’ll be out of work.

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