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  No. It wasn’t just the fetish. She needed and wanted Darby outside the kinky sexual stuff. She wanted her for real, in the real world. After her appointment tomorrow, Avery decided, she’d just have to come clean with Darby and admit it. And if Darby wasn’t willing to go further, then it would mean the end of their fetish relationship.

  She shouldered her purse and walked out to the desk.

  Darby handed her an appointment card before pushing a plastic bag of three black plastic cylinders toward Avery.

  “What are these?” Avery asked, studying the hollow cylinders.

  “Anal dilators,” Darby explained as she slid a sheet of paper across the counter. “Here are your instructions.”

  * * * * *

  Avery read the instructions for a third time. She was to wear each of the three smooth, tapered dilators for thirty minutes each. The last part of her orders caused Avery’s mouth to go dry. In preparation for your next appointment.

  She looked at the largest of the three-inch-long dilators. It was as big around as the probe Nurse Lovette had used in her vagina at one of their earlier appointments and shaped like a large bullet, but with a lip at the end to prevent it from slipping completely inside. Avery drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Her blood thickened and warmed in anticipation of what might happen tomorrow.

  Her eyes closed and images of Darby—legs sprawled on the bed—caused Avery’s clit to pulse.

  Maybe now was the time to wear the first of the dilators. Avery stood, her stomach tightening and her heart pounding as she pulled up her skirt and drew her panties down to her thighs. She removed the smallest dilator from the bag and coated it with lubricant. Her rim clenched in expectation of the invasion.

  As she reached behind and pressed the tip against her anus, her fantasies turned once more to Darby.

  Darby, naked on a bed, her luscious thighs spread, revealing the delectable prize between them. A little moan escaped Avery’s lips as she imagined kissing her lover, raking her tongue through her juicy slit and probing into her opening. Tasting.

  Avery leaned forward and inched her feet apart as she gave the dilator a little push. Her rim gave and her breath froze as electricity fired around the sensitive opening. Intent on pleasing Nurse Lovette, Avery pushed the device farther in, feeling as if her body were melting around the smooth, cool plastic. A pulse beat there as if that part of her body had its own heart. It felt so wonderfully good when her rim closed around the lip that Avery sighed her delight.

  Liquid filled her pussy and she fought the sudden need to bring herself to climax. It was going to be a long, long thirty minutes. Determined to hold out, she pulled her panties back up and smoothed her skirt down. Slowly, she straightened, drew in a deep breath and let it out.

  Her bottom felt full and her clit reacted with a mind of its own. Avery tried to do what she would normally do, throwing a load of laundry in the washer. But the dilator wouldn’t let her forget its wicked presence.

  She leaned over the open washer and pushed her hand into her panties, rubbing her hungry clit. Jesus, it had only been five minutes. She was sure Darby intended to torture her in retaliation for what happened earlier.

  Darby…

  Once again, Avery’s fantasies slid to a shadowy bedroom and her naked nurse sprawled on the bed, begging to have her pussy eaten.

  Avery came quickly. Rapture emanated from her bottom to her clitoris and then radiated in thick, pulsing waves through her body. Her hole burned around the dilator and instinctively she wanted to remove it but, she still had twenty-five minutes left.

  Still humming from her orgasm, she made her way to her bed and lay down on her stomach. This was wonderfully torturous. She wanted out of her clothes. She wanted Darby in her arms, comforting her, touching her.

  Avery rolled onto her back and unbuttoned her blouse. When she sat to remove it, along with her bra, the device secreted in her bottom sent more shockwaves through her system. Quickly, she unzipped her skirt and pushed it and her panties off.

  Ripples of cool air swept over her naked skin in rhythmic succession as the ceiling fan turned overhead. She lifted her knees and reached between her legs. God, her pussy was drenched. The dilator sat firm in her hole. Rolling her head to the side, she looked at the clock. She sighed. Twenty minutes more.

  She tried to focus, to use her therapist’s techniques to figure out why she needed this. Why did having a plastic object embedded in her ass turn her on beyond reason?

  Why did it matter when she was so consumed with making love to Darby she could think of nothing else?

  Darby had divulged she’d been in a relationship with a woman. Avery wondered what it would be like to come home to a woman instead of a man. In truth, she’d always dreaded coming home to her last ex’s mess, the odors associated with him, the blobs of toothpaste left in the sink and the dirty underwear and socks left wherever he’d seen fit to remove them.

  But how could she have been so blind to her attraction to women? She’d always associated sex with procedures, not with other females. Now Avery wondered if she hadn’t had a different sort of love for her past girlfriends than simply platonic.

  Need distracted her and her clit jolted when her fingers touched it. Avery spread her thighs as she gently explored herself, imagining it was Darby’s pussy. The springy, damp curls parted at Avery’s fingertips. The needy clit swelled and the slick lips unfolded, exposing the opening. Avery slid her finger inside herself, bringing her knees up farther so she could tilt her hips to receive more. Her bottom constricted around the dilator. The stretch added to her pleasure as she fingered herself. Kissing Darby had felt so right…but Avery wanted much more from Nurse Lovette.

  * * * * *

  Darby put the phone down. She couldn’t call. No. She shouldn’t call.

  But wouldn’t it be wrong not to check on her patient? Staring at the phone, she wet dry lips with the tip of her tongue. For the first time since her breakup, she found herself really attracted to someone.

  Someone who seemed to understand her. Someone she understood.

  Kissing Avery had happened so naturally. It felt right. But what if intimacy between them spoiled their professional relationship? Darby squeezed her eyes shut. It would crush her to fall for another woman and then watch as she grew weary and bored and moved on to someone fresh and exciting, the way Marissa had.

  Darby muted the television and drew her legs underneath her. Ruminating about Marissa was not going to solve anything. She thought back to that day in the hospital, to the hours before Mr. Schneider had died. Something had changed inside her that day. Something she hadn’t wanted to face until now. Separating herself from the rest of the world because she feared being hurt was turning her into an observer instead of a participant—and Darby realized she was ready for more.

  But there was the problem of her kinky side. How could she ever be free to have a relationship that didn’t somehow involve that aspect of her being? It wasn’t like a girl was going to walk in off the street and give her permission to carry out her control fantasies with random patients.

  When she recalled how good it had felt to have Avery’s fingers delving into her panties, Darby’s pulse accelerated. And that kiss today… It had been filled with promise and something more. Love?

  Why did the thought of Avery being in love with her cause Darby’s heart to race? And worse. It caused moisture to slicken her folds. She adjusted her position on the sofa in an attempt to alleviate the pressure on her swollen clit.

  Before she could stop herself, she snatched the phone and dialed Avery’s number. Her heart pounded as she waited for her patient to answer.

  “Hello,” came the ragged greeting.

  “Avery? I was just calling to…to see if you were having any trouble.” Just the sound of the other woman’s voice made Darby want to plunge her hand down her scrubs and play with her pussy.

  “No trouble,” Avery replied. “I’m wearing the first dilator but…I don’t thi
nk I can manage them all for the full thirty minutes each.”

  She was wearing it. Darby slowly untied the drawstring at the top of her scrubs. “How does it feel?”

  “That’s just it,” Avery said. “It feels so fucking good I’ve come three times in ten minutes.”

  Darby released an audible breath. Her clit ached for attention. For her patient’s attention. “Do you need me to come over and help you?”

  A long silence ensued as Darby slid her fingers down to her own clit and began to massage it.

  Finally, Avery spoke. “I do need you. Can you be here soon?”

  * * * * *

  Forty-five minutes later, Darby stood on Avery’s front porch, knocking on her door.

  Avery answered wearing nothing but a silky pink robe. Darby drank in the sight of her. Long, brown hair framed Avery’s sex-flushed face. Her nipples pebbled visibly through the thin fabric. She seemed breathless. Expectant.

  And so irresistibly beautiful, Darby couldn’t prevent herself from closing the distance between them and kissing her patient’s mouth.

  At once, Avery softened in her arms, clinging and opening to the onslaught of lips and teeth and tongue. Darby’s hands roamed down the silk, caressing the soft, yielding flesh underneath. She slipped her fingers in the opening and brushed the trimmed thatch of hair between Avery’s legs. “Are you wearing the second dilator yet?” Darby murmured against her lover’s lips.

  “Not yet. I…I think I need to be punished for not doing as I was instructed.” Avery’s teasing tone set Darby on fire.

  She drew back far enough to level her gaze on her patient, unable to quell the little smile that played at the corners of her lips. “Just how do you need to be punished?”

  A mischievous glint flashed in Avery’s eyes as she took another step back and untied the robe. She let it drop to the floor. “I need to be spanked. Spanked hard. And I need to be made to eat pussy.”

  For a heart-stopping moment, their eyes held. Darby debated. God, she wanted this so much she could already taste it. Denying herself a relationship because of what Marissa had done was stupid. Darby realized she had never been in control of that relationship. She’d never been the dominant one. She’d been Marissa’s plaything.

  But most of all, Darby realized that Avery was not Marissa. There was something more between them than the fetish.

  Finally, Darby found her voice. “Go pick out a belt and bend over your bed.” Courage surged in her breast. For the first time in a long time, she felt thrilled about her future.

  A slow smile claimed Avery’s lips as she turned and started down the hall. Darby followed. This was so wrong but damn it, she couldn’t turn it down. By the time she arrived in the bedroom, Avery had placed a wide, black belt on the foot of the bed and she was bending over, baring that beautiful ass and juicy, pink pussy. The second and third dilators lay on the bed along with a bottle of lubricant.

  “Have you ever been spanked during sex before?” Darby asked.

  “Not really. Not like this.”

  Darby picked up the belt. Her stomach clenched at the thought of striping up those white cheeks. Spanked and made to eat pussy. Darby couldn’t wait to have Avery’s virgin tongue between her legs. Briefly teasing the end of the belt between Avery’s legs, Darby moved it to brush her thighs and lap at her cunt.

  Avery squirmed.

  “Let me know when you think you’ve been punished enough,” Darby said softly—then snapped the belt against Avery’s ass.

  Avery let out a hiss.

  Blood bloomed just under the skin.

  “Again?” Darby asked.

  “Again.”

  Smack!

  Darby rubbed the rosy stripe with her hand, kneading the tender flesh, reaching to tease Avery’s pussy before she drew her hand away and let the belt fall again.

  Smack!

  Avery’s leg muscles flexed.

  “I think you’re wasting time. Grease up that dilator and stick it up your ass,” Darby commanded.

  At once, Avery propped up on her elbows. She lubricated the second largest dilator, pulled her cheeks apart with one hand and reached behind with the other. With a moan and a wriggle, she took the dilator completely inside her bottom. Then she assumed the position to await the rest of her spanking.

  “You’ll be glad you wore these when tomorrow comes,” Darby told her, and snapped the strap against her patient’s backside again.

  Avery’s hands clutched at the comforter. Eyes squeezed shut and head turned to the side, she gnawed her bottom lip, her expression one of tortured ecstasy. The curled rim of the plug protruded from her hole, the erotic sight of it, coupled with that of Avery’s well-thrashed skin, causing triumph to swell in Darby’s chest. Her patient’s vulnerability and willingness to accept anything Darby wanted to mete out gave her a sense of ultimate control. She had the power over her lover’s pleasure, and the thrill of it was overwhelmingly intoxicating.

  Darby dropped the belt. “Get on the bed. Lie on your back.”

  Avery complied.

  Darby peeled off her top, then reached behind and unfastened her bra. She wiggled out of her scrubs and panties and kicked off her shoes, delighting in the way Avery’s gaze drifted down her body and then climbed back to her eyes again.

  Raking her fingers through the springy curls between her thighs, Darby admired her lover. “You’re going to eat me until I come all over your tongue.”

  She crawled onto the bed, straddling Avery, moving up until her pussy was just over Avery’s face.

  Avery’s fingers wrapped around Darby’s thighs as she sank lower, sighing loudly when flesh met mouth. Eager lips latched onto Darby’s clit and pulled, drawing her even closer. Her thighs burned from the spread as she gripped the headboard and rocked her hips, grinding her pussy on the mouth making love to her.

  Hands reached upward to grasp at her breasts and nipples. They roved over her sides, her back, her ass and thighs. Darby lolled in the deep pleasure rippling through her body. The feel of Avery’s narrow body beneath her struck a protective chord that resonated all the way to Darby’s heart. For the first time since her breakup, she felt like a woman again. A woman who desired to love and be loved.

  Who could love.

  “I lied,” she whispered.

  The tongue teasing between her legs slowed.

  “I lied,” Darby said again as she lifted herself off Avery and stretched out on top of her. Breasts to breasts. Belly to belly. Groin to groin.

  Confusion laced with passion shone in Avery’s eyes. “What do you mean?”

  “I lied that I was going to make you eat my pussy until I came.” Darby brushed a strand of dark hair off Avery’s forehead, swept her thumb across Avery’s bottom lip. “Because all I can think about is kissing you.”

  Soft as a feather, Darby grazed her mouth over Avery’s. “Kissing your lips.” And she did just that. Gently. Tenderly. She delighted in the supple flesh on flesh. Woman to woman. It was exquisite. “Kissing your neck and your ear,” Darby said, turning Avery’s head so she could suckle her way down the graceful slope of her before kissing her way back up to Avery’s ear.

  Her lover whimpered with pleasure.

  “Your breasts,” Darby said before she moved lower to lave a diamond-hard nipple. She kneaded the other one with her fingers, plumping it while she continued her sensual oral onslaught.

  Avery’s fingers threaded into Darby’s hair. Her thighs hugged Darby’s waist. Still kissing her breasts, Darby worked her free hand between their bodies and explored the sweet pussy beneath her.

  Avery arched and bowed, gasping when Darby thrust a finger inside her sheath.

  “I can feel the plug up your ass,” Darby rasped. “Does it feel good?”

  “Mmm…”

  “Tell me it feels good to you.”

  “It feels almost as good as your finger in my pussy,” Avery confessed.

  “And what about my tongue?” Darby asked. “Do you want me to taste
you?”

  Avery’s answer was to push Darby’s shoulders, urging her downward. Darby complied. Her mouth found the glistening bud between Avery’s legs and she sucked as she worked her finger in and out.

  Avery cried out. The little pleasure spot inside her cunt swelled and Darby stroked it, knowing she ignited a fire that blazed through Avery’s body.

  Her legs went rigid and her moans grew louder. She lifted her knees, holding them high, opening herself to Darby’s mouth and fingers.

  As she manipulated the plug with her free fingers, Darby flicked her tongue over the hard little clit, intent on making her lover come.

  Avery’s legs trembled and she sucked in a breath through her teeth before she let out a loud, keening moan. Her inner muscles gripped Darby’s finger in rapid succession while the plug vibrated with the intensity of Avery’s orgasm. Elated, Darby continued to titillate her clit, gentling her pressure and slowing the speed of her tongue flicks as the spasms eddied and then tailed away.

  Avery’s legs fell heavily to the bed. Perspiration beaded on the skin between her breasts. Gently, Darby dislodged the plug and tossed it to the floor before she kissed her way back up to Avery’s mouth.

  When they ended their kiss, Avery’s gaze met hers, stunning Darby with the soft wonder lurking in the hazel depths.

  “I’ve never been with a woman before,” Avery said. “Like this.” She entwined her arms and legs with Darby’s.

  “What did you think?”

  Avery dislodged a strand of hair that had crossed Darby’s cheek. “I think I’ve been missing something, that I’ve been in denial.”

  “Do you think you’re gay?” Darby asked. The hope that suddenly sparked in her heart terrified her.

  “All I know is that I’m…interested. In you. In getting to know you,” Avery admitted as her hand glided down to Darby’s pussy. “In more of this.”

  Darby inhaled as she lifted one knee to give access to the inquisitive fingers. The digits searched through her folds in a slow, intense exploration that flooded her with desire.

  “Your body feels so good to me,” Avery murmured. “So soft. So pretty.”