Exam From Behind (Dr. Don, the doctor dom #1) (Medical / BDSM Erotica) Read online

  This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  First electronic edition September 2012

  Copyright © 2012 by Livia Bloom at Smashwords

  All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part of any form.

  -Welcome to the world of Dr. Don, the doctor dom-

  _

  -#1-

  Exam From Behind

  Emily is having troubling with men. She takes care of herself, works out, looks great, but yet she can’t seem to find a man interested in her. Her confidence is low and after an embarrassing moment at the gym, a beautiful woman gives her some advice.

  Go see Dr. Don.

  Who is Dr. Don?

  Dr. Don Steel is a special doctor. A man who can get to the bottom of any problem, no matter what it takes.

  In Amy’s case, his dominate capabilities come to life as he handcuffs her to the exam table. Using some lube and a sex toy, Dr. Don shows Amy all she needs to do is relax…

  No hole is left untouched on Amy’s sexy body as Dr. Don, the doctor dom proves his point, as he always does.

  “Relax… and you’ll stay loose.”

  It wasn’t the first time Emily heard someone say that to her, but for the first time in her life, she considered it and listened. The doctor’s hands were squeezing her ass cheeks, spreading her wide open with the thick head of his erect penis penetrating her.

  She preferred to stay mum on whether it was her first time experimenting with anal sex, but one thing was for sure, it was the first time she had ever fooled around with a doctor and most definitely, the first time she ever did anything in a medical exam room.

  The doctor slid one of his gloved hands up to her side pulling back at her, forcing her to fuck him with her own ass. Her hands clawed at the exam table and her natural reaction to something so thick inside her anus was to jump forward, but she couldn’t. She was against the exam table. There was no more room to move.

  Her second reaction was to reach back with her hands and pull the doctor’s cock from her ass. That made more sense but when she moved her hands, she realized something…

  “Oh fuck,” she whimpered as the doctor thrust himself again, offering a growling grunt and another couple of inches of his impressive cock.

  “That’s right,” he said. “It’s all about opening up… to yourself and the world…”

  He was right, yes, but that wasn’t why Emily had said ‘oh fuck’. She said it because she remembered she couldn’t move her hands. She looked up at the table, to her wrists, and started to twist them with force.

  “It’s all okay,” the doctor said now as both hands started to massage her lower back.

  It felt good… along with his cock in her ass… but it was just so much pressure. Pressure and pleasure… and change… and…

  “Do you like this?” he asked.

  Emily threw her head back and screamed to him. “Yes Doctor! Yes!”

  “Good girl,” he replied.

  He offered the rest of his cock into her tight, dark anus and held there; leaving Emily in a world she never knew existed. Her hands pulled, finding resistance again. Her eyes filled with water from the pressure in her body, but a smile graced her face.

  In that moment, she realized she was no longer a patient but a piece of property.

  His property.

  The Doctor’s property.

  The proof wasn’t just because he had his cock buried in her ass… but also because he had her handcuffed to the exam table.

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  Emily lifted the light weights, her eyes scanning the large mirror in the gym, hoping to find someone looking at her. It had been six long, hard months at the gym, a dedicated schedule that gave her a tight body that any man should have wanted. She even ditched the glasses and switched to contacts, and stopped wearing ponytails all the time. She was a new woman, tight and sexy.

  As Emily looked in the mirror, there were no eyes on her. All the eyes were on the large screen television sets that hung from the ceiling.

  At this point Emily would honestly take a woman staring at her… or a creepy old man…

  She moved from bicep curls to lowering the weight to the ground, bending over with a flat back and a perfect round ass. She looked up to the mirror and bit her lip, waiting for someone…

  Again, nobody.

  Shit, Emily thought.

  She stood back up and finished another set of curls then walked the weights to their stand. After putting them down, Emily hung her head. She hated the feel of sweaty hair on her, especially like this. If it were in bed, rolling between the sheets with some guy, then maybe the sweat would mean something else.

  But now, in the gym…

  “Fuck,” Emily whispered.

  She stood up and then jumped when she saw a hulk of a man standing a foot away from her. He smiled at her. He had wide shoulders, vein filled arms and hands, glistening skin, and smelled of a sexy sweaty man.

  “Nice mouth,” he said.

  “Oh no, no, I’m not like that,” Emily said. “Did I offend you? Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry…” Emily put her hand out to the man and then laughed. “I was just thinking about some things.”

  The man nodded and then looked around Emily to the free weights she blocked. He pointed and asked, “Are you done here…?”

  “Oh, yeah. I’m done here.”

  Emily stepped to the side and watched as the man reached down for hundred pound weights. He took one in each hand and stepped back, bracing himself before curling the weights. His muscles were like stone… sweating stone… perfect stone… luscious stone…

  Emily opened her mouth to say something else – something witty, sexy, funny, anything – but nothing came out. She actually let out some dry air and then realized she must have looked like a fool with her mouth open staring at the large man.

  She quickly turned and slammed into another man. He wasn’t quite as big as the first guy but he had been drinking some kind of pink liquid. Emily’s head smacked into the bottom of the container, forcing it into the man’s mouth, spilling most of it on his white shirt. He dropped the container and held his face.

  “Oh shit!” he cried out and then hurried to the mirror to check his lip for blood.

  “Oh no,” Emily said, “sir… listen… I’m so sor…”

  Emily stepped towards the man and when her right foot touched the puddle on the floor, she slipped. She was well aware of the crazy dance that ensued for a few seconds before she lost the battle with the wetness on the floor, crashing to her ass. She tried to catch herself with her wrists, sending wild pain through her arms to her head.

  The man turned from the mirror and looked down at her. He bent down and Emily put her hand up, but he didn’t go for it. He retrieved his mostly empty container and then looked at Emily.

  “I guess we’re even,” he said and then walked away.

  Emily looked over her shoulder hoping to see the super strong man but he was long gone, moving to one of the cable machines.

  She sat there, alone, in a puddle of whatever pink shit the other man had been drinking.

  “Fuck.”

  “Fuck is right.”

  Emily looked to her right and saw a beautiful blond bombshell standing with her hands on her hips, looking down with thick curls in her hair and eyes so blue and vixen-lik
e that Emily herself had a quick mental flash of what the woman looked like naked.

  “Sorry for cursing,” Emily said.

  “Here, let me help you,” the woman said.

  She crouched down and put a hand to Emily’s back to help her take the weight off her wrists.

  “Do they hurt?”

  “What?” Emily asked.

  “Your wrists. You went down on them hard.”

  Emily twisted her wrists a few times. The pain subsided. “No, they feel fine. My ass is killing me.”

  “It happens,” the woman said and winked at Emily. “Here, stand up. Come walk with me.”

  Emily stood up and looked down to the mess on the floor. “We should clean that up. So someone else doesn’t fall.”

  “Did you spill your drink?”

  Emily shook her head.

  “Then it’s not your problem,” the woman said. “Now come.”

  The woman grabbed Emily’s hand and pulled her along, down the back wall of the gym. Emily tried not to check out the backside of the beautiful woman but she couldn’t help it.

  At the end of the gym was the entrance to the women’s locker room. The woman took Emily in there and sat her down on one of the benches.

  “Are you sure you’re okay? Your wrists and everything?”

  Emily held up her wrists and wiggled them.

  “You sure…?”

  Emily smiled and then made a fist with her hands and started to jerk off the air around her. “I can still do that, so I guess I’m fine.”

  The woman laughed and touched Emily’s shoulder.

  “Look at you. Opening up to me. A stranger. Why couldn’t you do that with the buff guy out there?”

  “The what? Were you watching me?”

  “I’m just asking a question. I have a set of tits so it’s okay for you to open up?”

  “It wasn’t that… I… no, stop. You answer me. Were you watching me?”

  “Yeah,” the woman said. “For a while now. Sorry.”

  “Sorry? Why are you watching me?”

  “Because you’re interesting. You’re beautiful. Fit. Fuck, you’re hot. But you’re so tight around men. It’s frustrating. You need to loosen up, let your body do some of the work, you know?”

  “I don’t know… I have to go.”

  Emily stood up but the aggressive woman grabbed her hips and sat her back down.

  “Not yet,” the woman said. “First things first… my name is Amber.”

  “Amber, I’m Emily.”

  “Such a sweet name. I can totally see one of the buff boys out there tossing you around a bedroom, yelling your name. Innocent… I love it.”

  “I hate my name.”

  “You probably hate everything about yourself,” Amber said. “Yuck. I hate hearing that.”

  “I can’t help it.”

  “It’s because you’re too tight. You need to relax. I can help, you know.”

  “You can help? With what? How?”

  Amber squeezed Emily’s shoulder. “I used to be like you. Scared of men. Life. Myself.”

  “You?”

  “Me. It’s hard putting yourself on the line and getting shut down.”

  “It’s terrible,” Emily said.

  “But not as terrible as slipping and falling on your ass in front of the entire gym.”

  Emily nodded. Amber was right.

  “So what are you telling me?” Emily asked. “Should I just go out there, find a guy, and suck his dick?”

  “Well… that’s a little rush-rush,” Amber said, “but you need to loosen up. Enjoy yourself. And I know just the way to do it.”

  “How?”

  “Go see a doctor.”

  “A doctor?” Emily asked. “You mean, my doctor?”

  “No,” Amber said, “my doctor. Call him, set up an appointment and trust me, next time you see me, you’ll want to kiss me.”

  Amber stood up and walked to a locker. A few seconds later, she turned and handed Emily a card.

  “What does this doctor do?”

  “Wonderful work,” Amber said. She winked again and then walked away.

  Emily was left holding the card.

  She flipped it over half a dozen times, even though there wasn’t much writing on the card.

  “Dr. Don,” Emily whispered. Her eyes scanned the phone number and then one last piece of writing on the card. “For your needs.”

  __

  Emily flipped through a magazine in the waiting room. There were four black leather chairs, expensive chairs, really comfortable chairs. Emily had no idea what the magazine was because her eyes hadn’t made real contact with the pages. She just appeared to be busy even though the waiting room remained empty as she sat and waited.

  A woman sat behind the desk at reception and after taking all of Emily’s basic information, she entered it into a computer and then stood and walked through a door, never to come back.

  The minutes added up and Emily started to doubt why she was there. She had yet to see someone walk in the door and she had yet to see the doctor himself. She realized just then that she sat in the waiting room because of a stranger at the gym. A beautiful stranger, yes, but still, a complete stranger.

  Emily closed the magazine and threw it to the pile on the table separating her chair from the next one and then she stood, ready to leave.

  She came.

  She waited.

  She tried.

  Maybe that was enough right now. Showing the initiation to get some help. Maybe that’s what Amber, the beautiful woman from the gym meant by loosening up. Trying something new. Trying something different. Maybe it was all a sign, a chance for Emily to interpret something from it.

  Wait as long as you’re willing to, then get up and do something about it.

  Emily started to feel satisfied and as she turned to the door to leave, she actually felt herself smiling. She couldn’t wait to get home, get into her gym clothes, and hit the gym again. This time it would be different. She’d take one of the muscular men home…

  “Emily?”

  Emily froze with her hand on the door.

  The voice was deep and sexy.

  She looked over her shoulder and felt her mouth fall open.

  “I’m hoping you’re Emily. And I’m hoping I didn’t chase you away.”

  Emily let go of the door. She turned to face the man in a white coat, her eyes memorizing him. She obviously couldn’t see all his features because of his clothes and coat but his face looked like chiseled stone, leading to a set of dark, commanding eyes. He had his hands in his pockets, bringing attention to what was between his legs, a sight Emily couldn’t stop looking at… and the more she looked, the more she felt her face turning red.

  He had a stethoscope around his neck and he stepped towards Emily with confidence.

  “I’m Dr. Donald Steel,” he said.

  He took one of his hands from his pockets and extended it to Emily. She looked at it… strong fingers, vein filled hand… a hand that could help, a hand that could cure…

  Emily shook his hand.

  “Nice to meet you Dr. Steel.”

  “Ah, no, call me Dr. Don. I insist.”

  Emily whispered his name and liked the way it rolled off her tongue.

  “Dr. Don…”

  “Yes. Now, quickly, yes…”

  In a fast move, Dr. Don let go of Emily’s hand and reached for the door. He turned the lock, tugged on the door twice ensuring it was locked, and then put his hand to Emily’s shoulder.

  “I’m going to check your heartbeat right now.”

  He nodded once, not giving Emily a chance to say a word.

  He tore the stethoscope from his neck and to Emily’s shock, he put his palm flat to her chest. His fingertips were at her collarbone and his wrist pressed against her breast.

  She felt a warm feeling pass through her as she stared at the sexy doctor. He waited a few seconds and then reached for the stethoscope.

  To Emily, th
e normal way would have been to place it on her shirt.

  But Dr. Don had a different idea.

  In a matter of seconds, his hand was up her shirt and the cool end of the stethoscope pressed to her chest.

  Emily let out a gasp and couldn’t find any words to say.

  “It’s okay, try to relax,” Dr. Don said. “It’s all about relaxing here. And listening. Listening is very important.”

  Dr. Don listened to Emily’s heartbeat and then he opened his hand, letting the stethoscope fall. His hand, however, remained inside of Emily’s shirt. His fingertips grazed her skin and then he cupped her breast over her bra.

  The move, so sudden, forced Emily to back away.

  “No, no,” Dr. Don said, “remember what I just said. This place is about relaxing and listening. You’re here for a reason, aren’t you?”

  “What are you doing?” Emily asked.

  “Answer my question,” Dr. Don said.

  His voice was a little deeper, a little meaner.

  “Move your hand,” Emily said.

  “I’ll move if you really want me to.”

  Emily didn’t reply.

  “Ah, see? The truth. Now, can you listen to me?”

  Emily still didn’t reply.

  “Okay. We’re setting boundaries now, aren’t we? Doctor and patient. I respect that. Now… let me just remind you, again…” Dr. Don’s hand turned and slid into Emily’s bra. He forced her bra down, exposing her left breast. The tightness of the bra cupped under Emily’s breast. His fingers grazed down her breast to her nipple where his middle finger and thumb took hold of her thick, fleshy nub and he pinched. Hard. Really hard.

  Emily winced in pain and Dr. Don put his other hand to her face, forcing her to stare at him.

  “Look at me,” he said. “Look at me good. There are no boundaries here. Understand that. It’s my rules, my way, no discussion. If I say something, you do it. Do you understand me?”

  Dr. Don twisted his fingers, sending a searing pain through Emily’s body.

  She opened her mouth to scream.

  However, she didn’t have the chance to scream because Dr. Don pulled at her nipple, forcing her forward. He placed his mouth to hers and started to kiss her. His tongue was ravenous, licking her tongue, her mouth, and then he closed his lips tight on hers and pulled back. Their kiss broke with a wet sound and he offered a gentle kiss and a smile.