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Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His Doctor

Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His Doctor

An Amazon #1 bestselling short story!

She’s in luck! The doctor’s in…

With the ink barely dry on their D/s contract, big brother’s ready to introduce Sasha to a very special friend…

Note: This original 5800-word short story may be short in length, but it’s not short in passion!

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Of course, he hadn’t told me what time he would call, but I figured it was part of the lesson—patience. I knelt in my coat until my knees ached. The moment I heard the snick of the lock, I looked downward. My body quivered as I watched his shoes enter my vision.

He tucked a finger under my chin and lifted my face.

His appearance struck me like a lightning bolt, shivering through me. I’d always known he was handsome, that women flocked to him, but tonight, he was downright beautiful. His dark, wavy hair was cut close to his head. His well-defined brows above grass-green eyes would have made my knees weak, if I wasn’t already kneeling. But his smile did me in—one-sided, stretching his sexy, firm lips…

I hoped he liked that I’d taken time to get ready. Newly bathed and shaved. Fresh makeup. Spritzes of perfume, but only in places I knew he wouldn’t lick or kiss.

His approval as he stared downward was evident in the darkening of his eyes to the color of a forest at twilight. “Let’s go.”

He held my hand as we took the elevator to the parking garage. At his car, he halted me, reached into the glove compartment, and pulled out a black silk scarf. “Turn around.”

He was going to blindfold me. A thrill sparked, tightening the coil of arousal already spiraling around my core. I waited as he tied it then assisted me into the passenger seat, a hand cupping my head to protect me.

When he entered the car, he closed the door, shutting out the street noise, heightening the sense of intimacy. He drove for what seemed like a long time, but was likely only minutes. When he shut off the engine, I heard him rustle beside me. Again, he guided my face toward him.

He pressed a kiss to my lips. “That list…there was something on it, something that made you laugh.”

I frowned as I thought back to that night. “You’re asking a lot for me to remember details. You were fucking me at the time.”

He tapped my nose. “Pay attention. You laughed at the suggestion.”

So this was one of his stipulations. I nodded.

“You wondered how I’d be okay with it.”

Shock halted my breath. Allowing another Dom to play with you will not be considered infidelity. It’s training. “Tonight? You want to do that tonight?” I wasn’t ready. I hadn’t been at all sure he was serious, or if he was, I’d thought that might come later. Much later.

“Tonight,” he said. “You’ll do everything he asks. No brattiness, your best behavior. Make me proud. He wants to meet my new sub.”

“And we couldn’t meet over dinner or drinks?”

“Not that kind of meeting, baby girl. Wait until I come around the car to let you out.”

I waited, feeling a little numb. What would this Dom expect of me? Would he tie me up? Whip me? Would he expect me to fuck him? Questions whirled, but the door opened beside me, and I didn’t have time to find answers. I had a choice to make.

When Jacob’s hand wrapped around mine, I didn’t fight. As meek as a mouse, I let him help me from the car, and then guide my steps.

We entered a doorway that whooshed. Entered a space with cool air. Our shoes clicked on tile. The scent of antiseptic and industrial cleansers filled my nostrils? Another door opened.

“See you made it, Jake.”

I knew that voice. Oh God, it was his friend, Erik. Doctor Erik Levy. Which explained the smells. We were at his downtown office.

“Sasha’s looking lovely.”

“Thank—”

Jacob swatted my bottom. “She still has a hard time remaining silent. And she doesn’t quite get the concept that tonight, she’s an object.”

An object? I frowned.

Erik’s chuckle came from very nearby. His breath gusted against my cheek. “A lovely object. May I admire it?”

It? I could feel my spine stiffening. I drew a long breath and released it slowly.

“Of course, you can. I love it when others admire my acquisitions.”

“Let’s bring it into the examination room where the light is brighter.”

Grrr…. I could think it, but not express it. Jacob had better not get his dick anywhere near my teeth…

Jacob pressed against the small of my back to urge me forward, but I dug in my heels. He slipped a hand inside my coat and palmed my pussy. “Remember my warning,” he murmured. “Do not disappoint me.”

His finger slipped into my vagina and swirled. Cool air wafted over my belly. I had no doubts Erik could see exactly what Jacob was doing. While my cheeks heated from embarrassment, fluid flooded my channel.

“Erik will want to do the unwrapping.”

Erik’s a perv, just like you. Of course he wants to unwrap it!

I was beginning to think the rule of silence might be a very good thing. If I’d spoken, a smartass quip would have earned me a new punishment, even though I might have stuttered it. I was shivering with excitement.

I moved forward, indicating I was over my attack of second doubts. He led me farther into the space.

Erik’s steps sounded in front of us. “Examination room one should do nicely.”

I heard the click of a light switch.

“Let’s see what you’ve brought me.”

Jacob’s hand fell away from my back. Other hands, brisk and efficient, unbelted my coat then eased the garment from my shoulders. My nipples tightened in the cool air as I stood, barely breathing.

Fingers trailed up one arm then smoothed across the top of my shoulder. “Lovely,” Erik whispered. His touch lowered, drawing closer to my nipple. He plucked the tip, then cupped the underside and lifted it. “Nicely formed.” A rasp across the tip made me shiver. “Very responsive. I have clamps in the drawer next to the sink…”

Moisture oozed down the inside of one thigh. I heard a drawer slide, metallic rustling. Jacob’s steps returned. A moment later, something cool touched my nipple then pinched it—hard. I hissed a breath between clenched teeth.

“Easy. Breathe. Give it a few seconds.” The clamp tightened, and then he moved to the other breast, plucked the nipple until it too grew taut, and applied another clamp.

The pain was sharp, but not more than I could bear. With a very odd result—a sensation like a cord tugging at my clit.

“Very, very nice.” Erik circled me, touching my hip, my bottom. He pressed against my back and glided his hands over my belly, moving downward until his fingers slid between my labia. He toyed with my clit for a moment, just long enough I felt it contract then harden. “Let’s place it on the table. I’d like to have a peek inside this pretty box.”