She took a small step back. Shit.
“Not irritated at you, babe.”
“Oh, ahh, yes. I’m sorry.”
He sighed. “Brown eyes, you don’t have to apologize all the time.”
She opened her mouth and then shut it with a grimace. He guessed she’d been about to apologize again. “That’s harder than it sounds. So is that a rule?”
“Is what a rule?”
“Not saying sorry all time.”
“No, that’s a suggestion for my sanity,” he tried to tease but she nodded seriously. “While I’m your mentor, I’m in charge of your safety and behavior in the club and I want you close to me.”
“This really is a whole new world.”
“Come on, the medical room is up here. You might like that.”
They stopped at a large window. Inside, a Dom sat on a stool between his naked sub’s legs where she lay on the doctor’s table. Her feet were in stirrups, spread wide. She was tied to the table, her hands above her head, a strap around her waist and more straps around her ankles.
“Wow.”
Ink stared down at Betsy. Her scent teased him. Cinnamon and vanilla.
Delicious.
The doctor moved between the patient’s legs then picked up a speculum.
“Is he really going to…is that safe?”
“Every Dom here has to take training sessions,” he told her. “Has Angus signed you up for sub sessions?”
“Sub sessions?”
He took that as a no. Christ. His best guess was that Angus didn’t believe she was truly serious. That he expected her to run after tonight. Ink got it. But he could have given him a heads up.
“They’ll help with some ideas on what you like and don’t like. On what to expect while at the club and during scenes. Shit like that.”
“That sounds really helpful,” she said dryly.
They watched as the doctor used his light to inspect the sub’s pussy.
“Want to hear what they’re saying?” he asked her, pointing at some headphones on the wall. She looked over then nodded.
“Words, babe.”
“Oh, yes, please.”
He handed her a set then put some on himself.
“That looks healthy, Lexie. But we need to test your reaction to stimulus,” the doctor told her as he slid the speculum free. It was glistening with her juices. Lexie made a whimpering sound.
“Doctor, my nipples hurt.”
“Do they? Let’s see what we can do to help.”
The doctor stood beside Lexie and pushed his hand down her stomach until his finger was circling her clit.