Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85125 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85125 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
In order to obtain the coveted position of pleasure sub at one of the most elite BDSM clubs in the world, one had to undergo an intensive audition process to assess submissive grace and the ability to handle erotic pain.
If the sub rose to the various challenges of the primary audition, they had to pass their physical, which had a deliciously sadistic slant. While Hayden wasn’t personally into medical play—being a physician in real life made it less compelling as a fantasy—he made sure to bring an edgy, erotic element to his Masters Club exams. It was a great way to further test the masochistic tendencies and level of submission in potential pleasure subs. Not to mention, it was seriously fun.
Olivia was already there and waiting when Hayden entered the medical playroom. She definitely looked the part of deliciously evil nurse in her tight, white uniform and stiletto heels. Several of the buttons of her outfit were undone, her ample cleavage on full display.
She flashed Hayden a brilliant smile. “Good morning, Doctor. The new toy is ready for her pelvic exam.”
A tasty-looking morsel by the name of Sasha was already strapped to the exam table, naked and on full display. Somewhere in her late twenties or early thirties, the girl had plenty of curves, smooth brown skin and large dark eyes. Her bare feet rested in the stirrups, which had been ratcheted wide. Strategically arranged leather restraints held her firmly in place. She looked nervous but determined.
Normally, he greatly enjoyed playing his role as sadistic house doctor. But that morning, for the first time in memory, he wasn’t especially looking forward to playing with a new potential pleasure sub, no matter how submissive and willing she might be.
He would rather have been with Dahlia.
While he’d done the right thing, insisting she take some time to process what she’d seen at the party the night before, it had been one of the hardest things he’d ever done. He wasn’t used to holding back. When he saw something—or someone—he wanted, he took it. And he wanted Dahlia.
It would have been super easy to manipulate her into his arms and into his bed. She’d been ripe for the plucking, despite her obvious nervousness. It’s what he would have done with anyone else—taken his pleasure without any thought to the future.
Hayden forced himself back to the moment, and to Sasha. He owed her his complete attention. Not to mention, she was a good distraction from the turmoil of his thoughts. A beautiful, willing submissive was waiting for him, naked and bound on the exam table. What could be a better distraction than that?
Hayden moved toward the counter. He plucked a pair of latex gloves from their box and pulled them on, letting the latex snap against his wrists with an audible pop. Though his back was to her, he heard Sasha’s sharp intake of breath at the sound.
Amused, he grabbed the tube of lubricant and the speculum and turned toward the bound girl. She was watching him with wide, frightened eyes. At the same time, her obvious yearning to submit was palpable.
Suddenly, against his will, a different image inserted itself into his mind’s eye. He saw Dahlia standing before him during her brief audition on their very unorthodox first date. How lovely, how deliciously vulnerable she’d looked with her hands on her head, her body trembling with that heady combination of erotic fear and longing so particular to true submissives…
Hayden shook his head, knocking the recollection from his mind. He was there for Sasha.
Taking a seat on the rolling stool, he maneuvered it until he was between the girl’s spread legs. He placed his hands on her thighs and stroked the smooth, silky skin. “I’m sure it will come as no surprise that my examination methods are anything but routine. Nothing like a speculum and an anal probe to get the masochistic juices flowing, eh, sub girl?” He tightened his grip on her thighs, digging into the tender flesh.
Sasha drew in a sharp breath, her pupils dilating.
He slapped her inner thigh hard, making her yelp.
“I asked you a question, girl. Answer it. Properly.”
“Oh,” she cried, alarm in her voice. “Yes, Sir!”
“Yes, Sir what?”
He could feel the tension radiating from her as she tried to understand what it was he wanted from her. But then, when the lightbulb blinked on, she replied with almost military precision, “Yes, Sir. There’s nothing like a speculum and an anal probe to get the masochistic juices flowing, Sir.”
“That’s right,” he agreed, his cock stiffening with pleasure.
He squirted lubricant over the blades of the speculum. Getting to his feet, he pressed the cold, gooey steel between her nether lips. Sasha drew in another sharp breath but, to her credit, remained otherwise still and quiet.
He conducted the basic gynecological exam quickly but thoroughly. “Good elasticity and overall vaginal health,” he said to Olivia. “The labia are nicely formed, but her cunt passage is a little too tight. What should we do about that?”