Page 4 of Derek

Derek kept his back to her as he shrugged off his dress shirt and put on the white lab coat over his bare back, knowing it would show off his chest. Someone had also left a stethoscope dangling from the peg, so he swung the prop around his neck to complete the image. When he turned around, he almost swallowed his tongue. Sonja was sitting on the edge of the chair between the stirrups. Her hands were in her lap, her legs swinging lightly with her left foot hooked behind her right ankle. Her magnificent breasts were hanging free, her dark brown nipples hard, and the big areolas puckered. He had been half hard since their kiss, and now his dick lengthened and hardened to full capacity. Derek struggled to stay in character and wasn’t surprised when his voice sounded rougher and somewhat hoarse as he said, “Sonja, is it too cold in here?”

Sonja looked up, startled, and as he indicated her breasts, she followed his gaze to her chest and mumbled, “No, Dr. Derek, I don’t know what’s wrong with them.” She looked up with a playful glimmer in her eyes and a smile on her lips. “Maybe you should have a look?”

Ah, the brat likes breast play—and topping from the bottom? Time to take control.

“Hmm, I think you’re right, and I need to give them a thorough examination. But first, we need to make sure you’re safe and secure in the chair.”

She blinked in confusion as he drew near and guided her back and down in the chair. Derek adjusted her placement and tied a wide leather strap over her middle.

“Um, Sir, I don’t think that’s necessary,” she protested.

Derek gave her a stern look. “Young lady, I went to medical school before you could even walk. This is all for your safety. We wouldn’t want you to fall off the chair, now, would we?”

Sonja shook her head, her face earnest. “Oh no, Sir. I wouldn’t like that at all.”

“Good.” Derek buckled her wrists into the attached cuffs. Before Sonja could object, he said, “Another safety precaution, so your hands won’t get in the way of the instruments I’ll be using.” He paused before adding, “You know what to say if something hurts too much.”

Sonja nodded, and Derek shot her a wicked grin. “Place your feet in the stirrups.”

With her hands tied and her middle bound, it took some effort, but she managed to put her ankles on the holders without his help. Derek made quick work of securing her legs, too.

“Now you’re all mine, babygirl. Can you move?”

Sonja tried, but the leather bindings offered little give. “No, Sir.”

“Good.” He tried for a little bit of menace in his voice. “Let me get my instruments.”

Derek went to the cabinet. Nipple clamps—maybe. He put the package into his coat pocket. Vibrator—oh yeah! That one went in the other pocket. He added a packet of lube, just in case. That should do for the first time. Derek scanned the shelves and smiled as he spotted the small item with the sparkling pink gem. That would look lovely on her—he would undoubtedly need the lube.

Derek returned to Sonja, who was stretching her neck to see what he’d selected, but his back and shoulders had obscured her view. Derek rubbed his hands together. “Just warming up my hands for you, babygirl. I don’t want to startle you.” He placed his hands directly on her breasts and groaned as he fondled the plump flesh. With soft, slow strokes, he caressed her nipples. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she tried to arch her back but couldn’t with the strap around her waist. He lowered his head and took her left nipple in his mouth as he plucked at her right and rolled it between his fingers. Derek grinned inwardly as a moan escaped her lips. It was pure music, and he would hearmore soon. He lifted his head so he could study her face as he pulled on the hard bud in his mouth. He let go and flicked the tip of his tongue over the elongated flesh.

“S-sir.” She shuddered and wailed.

“Well, Sonja, it looks like you have very responsive nipples, but I need to test their endurance.” Derek slid his hand into the coat pocket and withdrew the adjustable clamps. Her lust-filled eyes met his as he studied her face. As soon as he placed the first clamp over her nipple, she gasped and pulled against her restraints. Derek stopped.

“Yellow, Sir.”

He placed an arm next to her head and smiled at her. “Good girl!”

She licked her lips in a nervous gesture. “I don’t like pain, Sir.”

“I know you don’t, babygirl.” Derek showed her the clamp that had four screws. “With these clamps, I can make the pressure as strong or light as I want. I think you’ll like the effect.”

She shook her head. “I doubt it, Sir.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “But are you willing to try?”

She looked at him, and Derek could swear the lost Little girl shimmered through at that moment. “Yes, Sir.”

He placed a soft kiss to her lips and returned his attention to her breasts. Derek watched her face and hands for signs of distress as he clamped both nipples while Sonja drew short, shallow breaths.

When both clamps were attached, he licked over the protruding tips as he pressed her sensitized breasts together.

She moaned, “Oh please, that feels so good.”

He smiled against her breast and said, “It’s only going to get better,” as he slid his hand back in the pocket to pull out thevibrator. He stroked his free hand over her pussy—just the way he liked it—bare, hot, and wet.

“Daddy is going to make you feel so, so good, babygirl,” he cooed. He couldn’t resist the temptation and placed the vibrator back in the coat pocket. He peeled back her engorged lips, which were the same dark brown shade as her areolas. As he played with her pussy, he pulled her vulva further open to reveal the soft pink insides where wetness was gathering. He bent down so he could lick over her sweet opening, earning a little ass wiggle and a moan. “Give me more,” he ordered and dove in to lick and suck in earnest.

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