Page 25 of Dr. Billionaire
“That’s fair,” she heard him answer from above her. “Let’s see if we can make it easier for you, then.”
He helped her gently to her feet, and it took everything in her not to reach back and rub her scalded bottom while doing an embarrassing little dance. Then Mark took her hand and led her—still naked and red-bottomed—upstairs to the room she remembered from their first date.
The medical room.
She found herself getting excited butterflies in her tummy as he pushed the door open and led her to the exam table where she’d sat before, confused in that scratchy robe he’d laid out for her. That seemed like ages ago.
He must be bringing her here to fuck her, right? To continue the “lesson” as he’d called it? Her pussy spasmed as if agreeing that it did indeed need his hard cock inside it, preferably as soon as possible.
“Up on the table,” Mark said.
Jenna climbed up and sat on the edge, then laid down when Mark patted the small pillow at the top. She watched as he placed first one of her feet and then the other in the stirrups extending from the edges of the table, forcing her legs far enough apart that she felt very much on display. The cool air brushed over her wet pussy, and she shivered.
Mark turned away to grab some things off a nearby shelf. When he turned back around, he was holding what looked like coils of some type of soft rope along with a pair of cuffs. They weren’t real handcuffs or the cheap kind with feathers you could find at a sex store. They were the type of cuffs you would wear at the gym for weightlifting.
He worked quickly, in a mesmerizing, precise manner, to tie her ankles down to each stirrup, then wound a piece of the soft rope around her waist too, securing her firmly in her position.
“Hands above your head,” he ordered, meeting her eyes as he moved toward the top of the table.
“Is this really necessary?” Jenna asked, though she was already lifting her arms as instructed.
“It will help you to hold still for this next part of your lesson,” Mark explained as he secured the cuffs to her wrists, then anchored them underneath the table with a strap that was apparently already hanging there, waiting for its next victim. Her arms were stretched above her head now, and with the other restraints in place, she could barely move an inch in any direction.
Even in her vulnerable position, with her ass still on fire, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “We’re still on the lesson thing?”
“We’re just getting started, young lady.” Mark had moved down to the other end of the table, and he was now looking directly between her legs. She felt his fingers drift over her pussy and then linger over the tight hole beneath it. “Distracted driving is naughty, but getting yourself all worked up without talking to me about your worries is even naughtier.”
Jenna squirmed as much as she could. The wordnaughtywas doing things to her insides, and she wasn’t sure why.
She heard a snapping sound and lifted her head. Mark, standing between her spread legs, had snapped a latex glove onto his right hand. That was weird. Was he planning to finger her and just wanted to keep things sanitary?
Her answer came moments later when she felt the gloved tip of his finger grazing over the lips of her pussy once more, pausing at her sopping wet entrance and dipping in for a moment. She moaned as he moved it inside her, then whimpered as he withdrew it and settled it against her bottom hole.
“Normally I’d be more clinical about this and use lubricant, but you’ve created plenty of your own, it appears,” Mark said lightly, and then with a gentle pressure, he pushed his finger against the tight ring of muscle until it slid in to the first knuckle.
Jenna inhaled sharply.
“Mark…” Jenna whined.
“You’ve earned this, naughty girl,” Mark responded, “and what do you call me in here?”
Jenna blushed scarlet. “Doctor…”
“Good girl.”
Her blush deepened at that.
“It’s very embarrassing for you to have a man’s finger in your bottom for the first time, isn’t it? Especially when it’s a punishment for being a bad girl.”
Without further warning, he sank his gloved finger all the way inside and began fucking her tight hole with it, fast and hard.
Jenna squealed loudly, twisting her body back and forth as much as she could.
“No no no!” she wailed, but he showed no mercy.
His expression was firm as he continued the harsh fingerfucking while his other hand rested on her inner thigh. He was laserfocused on his mission to teach her the error of her ways by leaving her bottom extremely sore inside and out.
Jenna continued to plead while doing her best to thrash around despite her restraints. It felt like her mind had separated from her body and was floating just above it, taking in the scene of the helpless naked girl tied down to an exam table, her handsome doctor administering the “treatment” she needed.
