Page 9 of Doctoring Dolly

Stopping several feet from the tree, he turned to Dolly, who appeared curious, but still open to whatever he wanted to do to her.

“All right, pet, turn around and close your eyes.”

He waited until she complied after only a moment’s hesitation. Pulling one of the bandanas from his pocket, he opened it, then folded it in half before folding it into a wide cloth rope. After tying it around her head to blind her, he laid his hands on her shoulders.

“I should have asked this before. Do you have a safeword, or do you want to use the traffic light system?”

“I always wanted to use melon as my safeword.”

“Any reason?”

“I hate them and would never willingly ask for one.”

Quincy paused for a moment. She hated melon? No one hated melon. “All kinds of melon or just watermelon?”

“All kinds.”

“Interesting,” he said as he gently massaged her tense shoulders. “Your first lesson in BDSM starts now. If you need to stop for any reason, use your safeword. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he said before brushing a kiss on the side of her neck.

CHAPTER 6

Dolly had no idea what to expect after Quincy had blindfolded her, but it was not that he would gently turn her around until she was pretty certain they were face-to-face. She took a deep breath and relaxed as his spice and citrus masculine scent wrapped around her. He smelled delicious and just as she always imagined a Dominant should. She would have to ask later if he wore cologne or if that was just all him.

She tensed when he pulled her to press against his body. He then wrapped his arms around her and lifted her several inches off the ground. She held perfectly still in fear of him dropping her. He shifted them and then set her down. When he released her, he placed his hand in the center of her chest and pushed until she was forced to step back a half-step in order to maintain her balance. Something unyielding pressed against her back and stopped her retreat. Remembering his mentioning a tree, she guessed he’d pressed her against its surface.

“Hold still.” The order was issued in a soft, deep voice and she remained frozen.

A good half-minute later, he took her hands and pulled them behind her before wrapping a cloth around and between her wrists. When he finally released them, she tugged, but found her hands securely tied together.

“I have not had a chance to look at your file, yet, so you’ll have to tell me. Are you okay with being tied up?” He brushed a kiss on the side of her neck.

“A little late for asking, don’t you think?”

Two sharp smacks to outside of her left ass cheek had her jumping in place.

“Ouch!”

“A submissive should be respectful toward her Dom and everyone else at all times,” Quincy’s voice dropped to a just above a whisper.

The deep, dark tone sent a shiver through Dolly. In response, her pussy clenched and grew wet. She could feel his breath against her cheek, so she knew he was standing close, but could not tell if he was in front of her, behind, or standing to the side.

Did it really matter?

“Answer my question, subbie. Are you okay with being tied up?”

Dolly took a moment to check in with her body. Her pussy was clenching and dripping to the point she was afraid her jeans would be soaked by the time he finished with her. Her breasts felt heavy, and her nipples had tightened in her bra to the point of pain. The rest of her was aroused, tense, and could not wait to experience whatever he would do to her next.

She nodded her head.

Another slap this time to the outside of her right cheek accompanied his softly growled, “Words, pet. I need words.”

“Yes, Sir. I’m okay with being tied up.”

Her quick words earned her the brush of lips on her forehead and the tip of her nose before they landed gently on hers. “Very good. And how do you feel about being naked while out of doors?”

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