“You’re very welcome. You know I like taking care of you. You’re the best patient I’ve ever had.”
“Yes, I know.” I rub my face against his hand like a needy cat.
“You’re so good at following orders and never questioning any required testing or treatments. You understand what needs to be done and let me do my job to the best of my abilities.”
“I like being your patient, Doctor. I don’t ever have to worry about being sick too long or getting an infection.”
“You don’t. Not ever.” His fingers trail down my neck and goosebumps cover my flesh. “You’re so tense still. Tell me what else you need to relax?”
“So much pressure on my prostate that needs relieving. I can’t sit too long without feeling my hole twitch with discomfort.”
His eyes darken and he beams. “Oh, we don’t want that. I’m so happy you can be honest with me. Turn onto your belly and let me take care of it for you.”
Thrumming with anticipation, I turn around, adjusting the pillows and lowering myself in the bed. Cool air trickles down my back as he tugs off the covers and slides a pillow under my hips. Kneeling between my legs, his warm hands knead my cheeks and his warm tongue brushes over my seam. I jolt, taken off guard, but then I remember the pride in his eyes when he said I accepted what needed to be done without question and I go back to holding still.
He licks and nips at my pucker, sucking on my sensitive skin. I press my ass closer to his face, accepting all my treatment, already feeling the pressure shift somewhere else.
Moaning into my hole, he darts inside me, lapping at my inner walls, and adds a finger alongside his tongue. A second is added in no time, and then a third. He plunges deeper and faster, spreading me wider, heat exploding all over my skin like wildfire.
I’m light and heavy at the same time. Both standing and flying. Sam curls his fingers against my prostate, knuckles deep, and I squirm underneath him, needing more.
“More, Doctor. I’m so close to feeling better. I just need a little more.”
Complying with my demands, he removes his fingers and lines up the tip of something harder. It presses deeper into me, tugging my walls apart, and I constrict around the thick object. I look back and he’s holding on to the base of a skin-colored dildo. It goes in slowly and comes out at the same speed before he rams it back inside me fast.
I shake and tears fill my eyes from how desensitized I’ve become. “It’s . . . it’s too much.”
“Yes. And it will be. This is all part of your therapy. That part of you needs to get used to being touched more. I figured we could hit two birds with one stone. The pressure you feel goes away and your sensitivity issues lessen.”
I bite my way through another moan as he drives in and out of me. He goes from steady to fast to slow, the big silicone head brushing over every sensitive part of me.
“Rubbing the area with different textures helps reduce the alarm response to light touch. It should be done multiple times a day in order to be effective.”
“So . . . so this is number one out of what . . .”
He laughs and it’s wicked. “However many you’re able to handle before bedtime.”
More lube squirts inside me, and the dildo is able to reach more places than before. I meet its thrust, my body sent intooverdrive as I come. My orgasm lasted longer today, and it’s so intense I nearly black out. I go slack against the bed, mumbling unintelligible words against the pillow.
“Better?”
“Mmm,” is all I manage to get out.
“I need a yes or no from you, sweetheart.”
“Ye-yesss.”
“Good. We’ll take a break now. I’ll get you cleaned up and you can rest until breakfast is ready.” There’s a short pause. “I guess it’ll be more like brunch,” he says with his tone lightening.
“I’ll take your word for it,” I say, sounding out of breath with my head spinning.
He lets out a short laugh and rubs my shoulders. “I’ll cover you up so you don’t freeze while I get a wash rag.”
“Warm water please,” I call out, and the bed lifts as he gets to his feet.
“Of course. We can make this part of your sensory therapy too. We’ll see how you do with something that has a rougher feel to it on your most sensitive areas.”
I rub my face in the pillow, spreading my limbs out on the cool sheets and dozing off for a while. A wet, warm towel sliding up and down my thighs wakes me, and my eyes shoot open.
