Relapse (Doctor Dom Volume 4) (A BDSM & Medical Play Novella) by Tara Crescent Read Free Book Online Page B

work close enough to do this.”
    He smiled and squeezed my hand. I pulled him into a hug, needing to feel him next to me. I was still shaken by my dream.
    “Are you okay?” he asked, his brow wrinkling in concern.
    I just nodded. “I’ll see you on Wednesday?” I asked him.
    He smiled. “I can’t wait,” he said.

Chapter 8
     
    Lisa:
    I dressed carefully for my date with Patrick. I showered and I primped, and I curled my hair into soft waves. I smoothed on lip gloss and applied a smoky eye-liner. Primping had been neglected when my mom had been ill, and I didn’t want Patrick to think I was taking him for granted.
    I wore a recent purchase from Agent Provocateur; a black bra that was more lace than fabric, criss-crossing in straps that artfully evoked bondage without being overly obvious about it. A matching pair of panties completed the look. My goal was to drive Patrick insane with lust.
    Over the lingerie, I smoothed on a red knit dress that clung subtly to every curve. I took a look in the mirror, and even though it was the effect I was going for, I was still surprised.  The woman staring back at me looked like she was on her way to get thoroughly fucked. Excellent.
    I was dressing for my Dom. The word sent trickles of excitement down my spine. Patrick was my Dom, and I was his sub. For a second, I just closed my eyes and let that phrase run through me. I was searching for any hint of disquiet; any sign of unease. I found none. This was truly the right thing to do.
    ***
    I knocked on his door, and I heard him walk towards the entryway and then he opened the door with a smile.
    “The purpose of a key is so you can let yourself in, Lisa,” he chided, and then he stopped as he took me in, and a slow smile spread over his face, and heat rose in his eyes. I smirked openly at his reaction.
    “Are you going to do all kinds of nasty things to me, or are you going to lecture me instead?” I responded to his statement.
    “Oh, I’m going to do all kinds of nasty, depraved things to you,” he promised. “You look amazing. I almost don’t want to tear that dress off,” he said. “Almost.”
    I made a face at him. “Please don’t tear it off,” I said. “I don’t think I can replace the dress, the store I bought it from isn’t in business anymore.”
    He pulled me into his arms, and kissed me, sweet and passionate kisses on my mouth, my neck and my jaw. I moaned and pushed myself into his body, as if I could burn the memory of his touch onto my skin. For several minutes, we clung to each other and kissed, and when he finally pulled away, my entire body was flushed with need.
    He eyed me with a thoughtful smile on his face. “Come into the living room,” he ordered. “I want to talk about rules first.” 
    I raised my eyebrows. This was new. I entered and we moved to his living room, and I took a seat on the couch.
    “Drink?” he asked politely.
    I shook my head. “I’m good. What rules?”
    I must have looked a little nervous because he laughed and shook his head. “Relax,” he soothed. “I just want to make sure we are on the same page, that’s all.”
    “Because you called me your sub?” I asked him. We had always played with the implicit understanding that he’d stop if I asked.
    “Pretty much,” he replied. “But if you are my sub, things will get a bit more intense when we play.”
    I looked at him warily, but his eyes were on my nipples, which had hardened noticeably in excitement under my dress. His mouth curved into a smile, and I flushed when I saw my hardened nubs.
    “Intense how?” I asked him. This was a guy who had zippered clothespins down my body and ripped them off as I climaxed. Who had attached a double dildo to a fucking machine, and set it working on my pussy and ass. Who had put a vibrator on my pussy and insisted I pull it off right before orgasm. I wasn’t actually sure how things could get more intense.
    He studied me for a second. “Not necessarily in what we