No panties or bra. The man had given her a dress that buttoned down the front and a pair of slip on shoes. Okay, so she was grateful the shoes didn’t require her to bend over and the dress was easy to put on without moving her arms a lot…but still. She wasn’t about to say anything until they were in the car. It would be her luck he would leave her there if she protested too loudly. She didn’t want to see the inside of another hospital as a patient for a very long time.
Rafe helped her from the wheelchair, and she stared at the plush towel covering the passenger seat. When she looked at him, the sly smile on his face sent a rush of moisture to her sex. His focus on her was so intense she could almost feel the heat of his stare. “You said you wanted to learn more about the lifestyle, Peach. I will begin as I intend to go.” He helped her into the seat and pulled the safety belt over her. “As soon as the door is closed, spread your knees as far apart as you can. Pull the dress up so your pussy is open and available to my touch. I’ll usually ask you to pull your dress out from under your pretty ass, but I know that would be too difficult today.”
“Holy hat racks.” He almost missed her whispered words, and he had to fight to hold back his smile.
“No, Peach. The proper response is ‘Yes, Sir.’” She nodded her head, but he didn’t move. When understanding flashed in her eyes, he appreciated the small bit of progress.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. I’m going to enjoy the ride home, immensely. And I intend to make sure you enjoy it, also. Now, remember what you’ve been instructed to do when the door closes. No need to rack up any punishment points when there are so many more pleasurable ways for us to spend our time together.” Damn, he loved watching her eyes widen in surprise a split second before they flamed with yearning. She was going to be a joy to train. No pretension, just raw desire. Smart, beautiful, and—unless he missed his guess—her contained exterior hid a deep well of sensuality.
Closing the door, Rafe watched in his peripheral vision as she shifted in the seat. As her surgeon, he’d already seen every inch of her, but this was something altogether different. This was a Dom getting his first intimate look at his submissive. Settling into the driver’s seat, Rafe glanced over at Reagan and smiled. “That’s a beautiful blush, sweetheart. I can’t remember that last time I saw a woman blush such a lovely shade.” She turned positively crimson, and Rafe chuckled.
“What if someone on the second floor looks down? Won’t you be embarrassed?”
What? She’s worried about my reputation and not her own?
Taking a deep breath, Rafe shook his head. “First of all, I’d never risk embarrassing you in public—well, more specifically, a public venue that wasn’t related to the lifestyle. There are often parties for people who are like-minded, and those are considered public. But that’s not what we’re talking about here.” Reaching up, he smoothed the pads of his fingers over her heated cheek. “A Dom’s number one priority is seeing to the safety of the submissive in his care. Exposing you to scrutiny would not be in your best interest. I’d never knowingly risk your safety or happiness, Reagan.”
“Thank you, but…”
“No, Peach. There is no but. You’ve agreed to try, and I’ve agreed to teach you. That agreement comes with several implied covenants, the first being that I’ll take care of you in all ways possible.” He hated the uncertainty he saw in her eyes. Damn, he’d love to kick the ass of whoever made her feel unworthy.
“If you have staff privileges…well, I know how easy it is to have your reputation damaged beyond redemption.”
Rafe reached over and pulled her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her palm before laying her hand over his heart. Her worry for him was one of the sweetest things anyone had done for him in a very long time. “I’m touched beyond words by your concern, Peach. But I assure you it’s not necessary. Now, all this being said…I’ll point out that the windows of this SUV don’t allow casual observance. That was done intentionally. I hoped to find a submissive of my own someday.”
Damn, the woman had the most expressive face he’d ever seen. He hoped she never lost that spark of innocence. “You are the first woman to sit in that seat, Peach. So wipe that insecurity right out of your mind—it has no place between us.” If Rafe had his way, there would be nothing between them. He wanted to know everything about her, and the realization surprised him. He’d heard Doms droll on about the importance of complete transparency, but he’d never understood the significance until now.
Vulnerability wouldn’t be easy for Reagan. Anyone who’d experienced betrayal to the degree she had would find it difficult to fully lower the shields around their heart. But the more time he spent with her, the more interested Rafe was in helping her move past the pain.
Leaning over the console, Rafe brushed a quick kiss over her lips. He’d deliberately kept the contact brief because anything more substantial would snap his control and he’d end up making out with her in the damned hospital parking lot like a randy teenager. “We need to go, or I’m going to risk both our reputations and strip that dress from you and feast on your beasts until you come screaming my name.”
Rafe didn’t wait for her response. Turning his attention to driving, he maneuvered the SUV out through the streets at the edge of town, taking in the landscape. It was remarkable how much the area around the medical center was changing. Ryan Morgan was working hard to make the hospital into one of the most progressive in the region, but it was his wife who’d put the small city’s facility on the map. Joelle Phillips Morgan’s Nobel Prize winning cancer research and her connections in the world of pharmaceuticals made it possible for her to build a state of the art research center adjacent to the hospital. The Morgan Health Care Foundation operated both facilities and was creating serious buzz in the medical and research communities around the world.
When he saw her inching her legs closer together, Rafe decided it was time to up the stakes. “Leave your legs open, Peach. All the way open and unbutton all but the top button on your dress.” He frowned at her when she hesitated and was pleased to see her scramble to do as she’d been told. “Very good. I want to see you, Peach. Tell me, is your pussy wet for me?”
Reagan sucked in a breath before quietly whispering, “Yes, Sir.”
“Perfect. Lean your seat back, Peach. I want to play with you. I’ve wanted to slide my fingers through the slick folds between your thighs since the first time I saw you. The snug, well-worn denim jeans you wore molded to your ass so perfectly they could have been painted on. The only flaw in the picture was the line from your panties. That won’t be a problem for you while we’re together. Remember, this lovely body is mine to enjoy.”
She gave him a questioning look, and he grinned. “Ask the other subs at the club if their Masters allow them to wear panties.” He’d intentionally used the term Masters rather than Doms to see if she would object to his subtle claim and was pleased when she didn’t protest. “I assure you they are rarely allowed to wear the offensive undergarments. I doubt they put up much of a fuss since most are tired of having their expensive lingerie shredded when their Master or Mistresses rips them off.”
“Well, I don’t really have any pretty things left, so that won’t really be an issue for me.” He didn’t bother to tell her the ladies who’d helped unpack her clothes had thrown out more than they’d kept. They’d insisted her wardrobe was in such poor condition they’d known he would want to replace it. Sneaky subs.
“I can smell your sweet cream, Peach. It’s making me hard as a fucking hammer. Use your left hand to slide your fingers through the petals. Get your fingers nice and wet.”
“Now? Here?” And there was the resistance he’d been expecting.
Rafe didn’t bother to answer. He just pulled over to the edge of the highway and put the transmission in park. “That will cost you five swats when you’re healed enough to take them. Would you like to add to that tally or are you going to follow the order you were given?”
Reagan’s eyes went wide, and her eyes darted left and right before her hand slowly slipped to the juncture of her thighs. “Had you followed the instruction immediately, you’d have saved yourself a spanking. Also, you could have done this same thing without my complete attention. But then I’d have missed the spectacular way your folds are flowering open as more blood flows to your pussy. And I wouldn’t have been able to watch your fingers slide deep or hear the sound of your wet pussy as it sucks the slender digits deeper.”
He’d only planned to have her play with her wet labia enough to get her fingers wet before pulling them to his mouth. But now, he was going to use this as a teachable moment. He watched her fingers moving slowly from the opening of her vagina to just above her clit in unpracticed moves, and he wondered how much experience she had with self-pleasure. Most women her age had enough previous experience to zero in on a particular spot using practiced movements that gave them the most pleasure. Reagan wasn’t doing, either; her movements were haphazard at best.
“How often do you masturbate, Reagan?” She gasped and started shaking her head. “Let me rephrase the question. When is the last time you had an orgasm?” This time, she dropped her chin to her chest, but not before he saw her eyes fill with tears. Using one hand to still her frantic movements chafing her now dry sex, he gently pushed her hand aside and replaced it with his own. Then he used the other hand to tilt her face to his. “I’m going to make you come, Peach. We aren’t going to waste any time because we’re on the side of the road, but you need this, and I’m going to make sure you get it. Keep your eyes on my face, Peach. No matter what happens, you keep your eyes on my face. Do you understand?”
Her voice was shaky, but the words were quick. “Yes, Sir.”
“Perfect. You are so responsive. You’re already wet for me. Feel how easily my fingers slide along the slick folds? That’s it, sweetheart. Suck in those deep breaths. Send all that oxygen flowing into your body. It’ll fuel your orgasm and make you fly higher. Come as soon as you’re ready.” With the last words, he pushed two fingers deep into her hot channel and began fucking her with fast strokes that skimmed her G-spot on each thrust.
“You’re so close, baby. I can feel your vaginal walls trembling around my fingers. I can hardly wait to slide my cock into your tight pussy.” Her body vibrated with the need for release, but something was holding her back. Taking a chance, he moved his hand from her chin to the tightly peaked nipple nearest him and gave it a sharp pinch. The bite of pain was all it took to send her flying. “Fuck yeah. Your cream just soaked my fingers. Come all over my hand, baby. Juicy as a sweet peach. I knew you would be.”
She’d gasped out his name before biting down so hard on her lip to keep from screaming it was a wonder she hadn’t broken the skin. When her body stopped convulsing around his fingers, he reluctantly pulled them free, sucking them into his mouth and moaning in pleasure. He loved watching her eyes go wide with surprise. Hasn’t any man ever savored her release? Her flavor burst over his tongue, making him wish he could bury his face between her thighs and see how many times he could make her come before she begged for mercy.
Pulling a soft throw from the backseat, he covered her sweat-sheened body. “Close your eyes and rest, Peach. We’ll be home before you know it.” He’d barely gotten back up to speed on the highway before he heard her respiration settle into the slow, even pattern of sleep. His cock was throbbing with an aching desire to find his own release, but he still found himself oddly satisfied. Reagan might not realize it, but they’d just had their first scene as a D/s couple. And, rather than planning his exit strategy, he was anxious to getting her back home and wrap himself around her naked body. Holding her while she slept would help them build trust and he looked forward to the intimacy of feeling her naked skin pressed against his own.
Rafe was grateful for the few minutes of quiet. He used the time to re-center himself and regain control of his libido. Damn, no woman has ever tested me like this. What the fuck? Everything about Reagan flipped his switches, and seeing her come around his fingers made his balls feel like they were filled with molten lava. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d almost come in his damned jeans. Shaking his head, Rafe turned off the highway. Taking a sanded backroad, he pulled into his garage a few minutes later. After killing the engine and closing the outside door, he turned to the sleeping angel in the passenger seat. Watching the rhythmic rise and fall of Reagan’s chest as she slept filled him with an unfamiliar sense of peace.
The dark circles under eyes had faded a small degree, but he wanted to see them disappear altogether before he returned to the coast. He’d briefly considered taking her with him, but he’d been sure Reagan would be anxious to start working again. Her work ethic impressed him as much as it frustrated him. Just let me take care of you for a couple of days, sweetheart. Put yourself in my care, and I promise I won’t let you down.