He stretched the first hose out, wrapped it around his fist and squeezed hard. When I first felt Dr. Blumfield wrap the powdered rubber around my wrist, I almost screamed – just like his burning eyes and calm insistence, the restraint made me feel vaguely uncomfortable, but the discomfort actually excited me.
My thoughts turned momentarily to Walter, no doubt sitting in the car outside, listening to his talk radio, and probably checking his watch every thirty seconds. Maybe quietly cursing me under his breath. Maybe not so quietly cursing me.
I didn’t care.
I really didn’t. Of all the things the doctor had done, the face that I could honestly say to myself that Walter was not, at present, controlling my thoughts – that felt best of all.
When I tried to move my hand to scratch my nose, the pinching and tugging on the tiny hairs on my wrist were intense. In fact, the whole experience was intense – by turns terrifying, confusing, and horny as all fuck, my thoughts got a little bit cloudy, almost like some kind of grogginess inducing drug had been injected in my veins.
What it really was, I realized a few moments later, was that I had been intoxicated by attention. As strange as that might sound, I think Walter had ignored me for so long that I forgot what it was like for someone to actually enjoy my body. And, oh my God did Dr. Blumfield ever enjoy me.
He bound my other arm just as tight then took another lap around me, touching, feeling, and caressing every part of my naked body. Just like the hoses on my arms, his gloves hitched and pulled on the tiny hairs covering my arms, legs and belly. Every single time, without fail, the littl
e tugs made me pull quick breaths into my lungs.
A trail of warmth followed his fingertips down my neck, between my breasts and over my navel. Surges of pleasure starting between my legs radiated outward, spilling over my thighs, just like I felt when he was grinding those fingers inside my cunt.
“You’re doing it again, Alex,” he said, “You’re arching your back. It’s almost like you want something from me. Almost like you want me to stick my fingers back inside you, or maybe you want me to play with your asshole again. Which is it, Alex? Or, do you want something else?”
I lifted my head and looked between my knees at Dr. Blumfield, now shirtless. The dark dusting of hair trailing down his chest drew a line down to his belt. The muscles of his chest surprised me, even though I noted how tight his shirt fit earlier, and his rippling abs only partially obscured by that wonderful hair, were completely unlike anything Walter ever had.
As he stalked around the table again, Dr. Blumfield unbuckled his belt and wrenched it out of his pants with a dramatic thwip!
“We can’t have you looking around, either. Here, this should help.”
I knew what was coming before he did it, but nonetheless, the feeling of my head being reclined against the table’s headrest, the hint of pussy juice clinging to his fingers, and the belt going around my throat were almost too much.
The doctor bound my neck in such a way that I could not move my head at all to look around, but breathing was easy. I was a little afraid that as soon as he touched me again, I’d just explode all over the place. After so long, so much frustration, I knew it wouldn’t take very much to send me over the edge, but I hoped that I could last at least long enough for him to get his cock part of the way in me.
Cock? What are you thinking Alex? His cock inside you? This is insane!
And it was. But, again, I was so far past caring that nothing was stopping me, and I sure as Hell wasn’t stopping the doctor. Even if I wanted to, which I didn’t, I was helplessly tied down. Tight leather belt, those ancient restraints on my ankles, and the hoses on my wrists.
No moving, I was at his mercy, totally and completely.
It was all I ever wanted.
He caressed my face once more with his latex-clad fingertips and then took a step back. I heard rumpling, zipping, and then shoes hitting the floor behind me before he bent over my helpless body.
Finally, he had taken off that mask. A hair-thin crease ran along his cheeks where the mask’s rubber band sat, and there were tiny red marks on either side of his nose. And those eyes – oh my God those eyes – burned with a dark fire so intense that I was almost afraid of what he was about to do. Almost afraid.
When he touched me next, he slid his hands down my arms and to my hips, then back up my belly and on either side of my tits. I’ve had my breasts fondled plenty of times by Walter – in fact, that’s about what our foreplay devolved to lately – but nothing had ever compared to what Dr. Blumfield did.
Those tacky, tugging gloves made my round, pink nipples stiffen up all over again as he traced lazy circles around my areolas with his thumbs. By the time the pads of his thumbs got almost to my peaks, he had moved his body closer as well, and the tip of his cock was less than an inch from my cheek.
He was long, thick and only half-hard at best. I could only see about half of it, but noticed that thing was twice as big as Walter’s already. Imagining him, fully hard and ramming my pussy full of that huge cock, I felt another little trickle of juice run out of my snatch and disappear into my asshole. God I wanted it – wanted him.