Working Out the Kinks (Chain) (4 page)

“Why are you here?” he asked me as I felt him touch my thigh. My mouth parted, my breath coming in quick gasps of air. He squeezed my sensitive skin, causing me to suck in my bottom lip between my teeth.

“I want…”

Getting words out was proving to be more than a challenge.

“What do you want, Alexandra?”

His eyes challenged me to speak.

“I want what she has. I want a collar.”

And like that, I had sealed my fate. I hadn’t even given my words any contemplation; they just came. I knew what had been around Whitney’s neck even before I had stepped foot inside the exam room. The thought of it had kept me up the night before, contemplating what I would do with this information. His face changed ever so slightly, but it was still a visible surprise. The glare had softened, yet the sinister hardness about his demeanor remained. He looked down past my gown, pondering my words. Abruptly his hand left my thigh and it started to feel as if my exam was over. I began to lift my legs out of the stirrups and the moment I did so, I regretted it.

“Put your legs back up,” he commanded suddenly. In seconds, my feet were back in their original position. He placed both hands gently on my knees, warming my chilled skin.

“Whitney worked very hard for her collar. Did she tell you that?”

I shook my head. “She didn’t tell me anything.”

“She doesn’t talk about what we do?”

“No. I just sort of…guessed.”

The answer seemed to please him.

“Good,” he answered with a slight nod. “I would have had to punish her if she had.”

Dr. Pierce drew tiny circles with his thumbs on my legs and remained quiet for another minute. A thin layer of sweat formed on my body, and I realized my hands had been gripping the cushion under me tightly.

“I take it you’ve never been trained under anyone?”

Again, I shook my head.

“Why would you think I’d want someone like you?”

Another challenge, his gaze firmly on me, searching for his answer.

He removed one hand from my knee and before I had time to wonder where it would go, he slid two fingers inside me. My body went on full alert at his touch, but I was afraid to move even a muscle to respond to it.

“You’ll answer me, Alexandra.”

“Because you’ll regret it if you don’t,” I answered him sharply. It caused him to grin, and he looked intrigued.

“I’ll regret it if I don’t,” he repeated my words carefully, “and so if I choose to leave this room?”

“Find out,” I said. Dr. Pierce leaned in closer, but I stood my ground, even though every part of my body wanted to back away. How could one man have so much power?

“I just might. You’re a very disrespectful little girl.”

It hurt to hear that, but I didn’t respond.

“But perhaps…”

Dr. Pierce slid his fingers out and then slowly back in.

“I want to feel your orgasm,” he whispered. “You will keep your eyes on me the entire time you bring yourself off.”

I wanted to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment.

“Begin.”

Tentatively, I ran my hand down my side and under the gown. My body was a fit of nerves when I placed my fingers just above his, resting on my clit. This wasn’t a test of how I had an orgasm. The point of it was to test my ability to obey.

To submit.

Something brewed inside of me, as I started to move my hand in tiny circles. I wanted Whitney safe, but I also wanted more. Keeping my eyes on his, as he has ordered, I slowly began rubbing the bud of nerves. After a few moments of building arousal, Dr. Pierce started to push and pull his fingers from my folds, following my rhythm perfectly. He gazed down to watch our hands working my body into a beautiful pleasure. My eyes closed as I concentrated on my orgasm, feeling it building quickly. Just then, his fingers ceased movement and then thrust as deep as they could inside. I gasped and my eyes shot open to find his ablaze.

“Look at me,” he warned. “I won’t say it again.”

I sat there, afraid to move but knowing that I needed to. When I felt him glide out of me again, I went back to my rhythm and hooked my gaze to his, feeling afraid to even blink. The tiny spark inside the pit of me began to grow higher and higher. His fingers had slicked, and they were just the perfect pressure I needed.

“Everything Whitney does is done with my permission,” he explained, his voice low and deep. “She speaks with my permission. She walks and crawls with permission.”

He leaned into me, and I rubbed myself even harder when he picked up speed.

“She comes with my permission, Alexandra.”

This time, his warning was clear. I was not allowed to climax without him telling me so. Mentally I prepared myself for what could be the hardest thing I ever had to do. Stopping my climax wasn’t going to be easy.

Not when Dr. Pierce’s thumb began brushing against my hand on my clit.

I parted my lips and I breathed quicker. He could see how obviously close I was, but he merely smiled in amusement.

“I’m wondering about all the possibilities of what I could do with your body. Whitney was like a ball of clay when I first found her. But I molded the clay into a beautiful specimen, ripe for any Dominant’s needs.”

I chewed my lower lip, hoping a shot of pain would stop my release.

“You reach your peak quite early, Alexandra. Have you always had orgasms like this?”

“No,” I answered. He narrowed his eyes.

“When I ask you a question, you give me a proper answer with the proper title of ‘Sir.’ Do you understand?”

“Y-yes…Sir,” I tried to choose my words more carefully, afraid of what might happened if I didn’t.

“Do you really want this life, Alexandra?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then prove it. Let me see what you look like when I give you permission to come.”

It felt like a trick question, so I held myself back. Dr. Pierce flashed a wicked smile.

“Good girl, you may come.”

I slipped from control and came undone, riding out a powerful orgasm, fucking myself on his fingers. I cried out and tried to stifle the sound as much as I could, to not cause alarm and disrupt other patients in the building.

“T-thank you, Sir,” I exclaimed, feeling his fingers pumping in and out. Knowing not to look away, we stayed connected, never breaking our gaze.

“You’ll do,” he decided as his fingers pulled away. With only a second of recovery, Dr. Pierce walked back to the sink to wash his hands once more. My legs turn to jelly, and I relaxed.

“You will meet me at my house tomorrow night at seven thirty sharp. I don’t want you to wear panties, and you will bring nothing else with you but your purse. Is that clear?”

“Yes,” I answered, keeping my wobbling legs still in the straps and my gaze on him. Dr. Pierce looked back over at me while he dried his hands and smiled.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir,” I corrected myself.

“You learn quickly, that’s good.”

He fished into his pocket and pulled out a pen and business card. He scribbled something down quickly then handed it to me.

“I’m curious to see how Whitney will take to having a new toy play with.”

I took the business card from his outstretched fingers.

Dr. Pierce smiled. “Have a nice day, Miss Hayes.”

He said my name with such emphasis I reacted to it with a flood of desire. He scooped my file off the counter and left the room, shutting the door behind him with a soft
click
.

My first encounter with a Dominant and I was still alive.

I couldn’t believe I actually forced myself to go to class that same day, but I did. I sat there, watching Whitney take notes on the lecture, just as she normally did. She looked the same, but what stood out more than ever was her collar. Dangling from her throat, moving slightly when her body would shift.

Whitney, what happened to you?

As if hearing my thoughts, she glanced up and then, to my shock flashed me a tiny smile.

I couldn’t help but smile back. A nice, wide smile. To hide my deceit.

Class was released, and I busied myself with cleaning away the unused paper and pen I had set out. While standing up, Whitney came toward me.

“Hey, sorry about leaving you so quickly last week after lunch,” she said.

“That’s all right. I was just happy that we got together.”

She waited for me this time, and we headed out together.

“So are you doing anything tomorrow night?” she surprised me in asking.

“Well, I’m…going to be out.”

Whitney sighed. “No problem. I had my plans change at the last minute today and I thought maybe you wanted to go catch a movie or something.”

A wave of anxiety poured through me. But was this really cheating? Whitney was adamant Dr. Pierce wasn’t her boyfriend. So what was he? Her controlling gynecologist? I really didn’t even know what to call what was happening to either her or me, but I was going to find out by the next evening.

After school, I went straight to my apartment and jumped online. I typed in the word “bondage” and the first images that came through the search engine caused my heart to speed. Women and men, tied with thick chains, gagged or masked. They looked scared and frightened, with some even appearing to be screaming. But a few of the photos showed a different side. A woman suspended in the air with a vibrator being held between her legs. She was smiling, the veins in her neck straining and her skin a flushed crimson red.

Hours later, I was completely enthralled. Everything I had been able to read before I fell asleep at my desk fascinated me. The ties of the ropes were intriguing and beautifully designed. The women having their nipples pulled tight drew my curiosity. Did it hurt? What did it feel like?

I discovered a woman’s blog–a submissive, as she called herself. She detailed punishments, as well as her rewards. She prided herself in her Master’s marks, and even took graphic photos of them.

Friday evening, I headed out toward Dr. Pierce’s, or Eric’s, as I had started mentally to call him by his first name. He couldn’t stay a doctor in my mind. He had become something else entirely. The instructions he had written on his business card led me into west Los Angeles. He lived at the beach, in a part of the city’s most expensive neighborhoods. My little car felt extremely inadequate as I brought it to a halt in front of a row of houses with lush gardens. Eric lived directly in the middle of the neighborhood, with trees and flowers covering a small walkway. I parked my vehicle and got out. The house I stood in front of was modern in style. He had kept it pure white in color, with black shutters. As I neared the front door, I walked past a trimmed pond with three golden koi swimming lazily.

Before knocking, I smoothed my short minidress against my bare thighs then tightened my ponytail. The outfit I had chosen didn’t require a bra, but since I was also not wearing underwear I felt especially exposed.

Just as I lifted my hand to knock, the door opened. Eric stood there, dressed even more impeccably than the last time I had seen him. He wore all black, his shirt unbuttoned enough to expose smooth, tanned skin underneath. I gazed slowly down his body and then back again to his face, finding his signature cocky grin planted on his lips.