Page 10 of Doctoring Dolly

“Umm, I don’t know. I’ve never been naked outside before,” she admitted, her cheeks beginning to heat at the truth.

“Oh, right. I bet Mr. Vanilla refused to have sex anywhere but in the bed with the bedroom door locked and the lights off, right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Well, after today, you won’t be able to say that, though stripping you bare would be difficult in your current position. I’m also not sure what the Ranch policy is about being naked outside the Dungeon or guest rooms. I’ll have to check with Derek about that. Later.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Dolly tensed when she felt fingers releasing the buttons of her blouse from top to bottom. Once he had it fully open, he brushed the sides apart. She sucked in her stomach when a single fingertip traced across the top edge of her bra from one strap to the other.

“Beautiful,” he murmured as the same finger brushed over one nipple that pressed against the silky bra.

She released the breath in a huff when he pinched and twisted the bud of flesh before turning his attention to the other one. After that one received the same treatment, goosebumps rose on her flesh as he drew his nail down the center of her body from the underside of her bra to the waistband of her jeans.

“How are you doing, pet?” he asked as he traced a line across her lower belly.

“I’m okay, Sir.”

“Still green?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. That means I can push things a little further.”

Dolly hoped he did not expect her to answer because she was too busy trying to remain on her feet to attempt to come up with a verbal response.

She would never have thought she could be so affected by such simple caresses. But she was so close to an orgasm that it would only take a touch or two on her clit, or a finger in her pussy to send her flying.

When her jeans loosened and were pushed over her hips to her thighs, she pulled in another breath, holding it as that blasted finger slowly traced across the top of her bikini panties. Her breath whooshed out of her when his hand delved beneath the elastic and cotton and between her legs.

“Don’t move,” he ordered when she tried to pull her legs together. “In fact, spread your legs further apart.”

Taking a breath, she moved her legs several more inches apart.

“Good girl.”

The praise sent a warm shiver through her as he cupped her mound and his fingertips brushed over her pussy opening.

“Pet, you’re all wet down here,” he said as two fingers stroked over and then just between her lips.

When he did not slide them further into her, she whimpered and then whispered, “Please.”

“Please what, pet? What do you want me to do?”

“Please, Sir. Please touch me. Stroke me. I’m so close. Please, please, please.”

She would be horrified by her begging later. For now, all she wanted was to come.

Though he was tempted to give her anything she wanted and more, Quincy forced himself to pull his fingers from her panties. His action earned him a whine from the most responsive submissive he’d ever had the pleasure of playing with. Which just confirmed that she was the one for him.

Lifting his hand to his lips, he slid the drenched fingers into his mouth and cleaned the dew from them.

“Mmmm, delicious,” he murmured.

Hearing chatter from an approaching group, he redressed her. He then leaned in to give her a kiss before pulling the bandana from around her head.

Dolly frowned up at him before grumping, “You’re mean, Sir.”

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