He huffed out a laugh. “Maybe not. But I’ll learn.” He stood. “Now, your Dom should have the scene ready, he’s waiting for you.”
“You’re playing with us too, though, right?”
He gave her an almost shy look. But then he nodded arrogantly. “Of course.”
Oh, God, she loved him. She let him lead her over to where she could see a few people had gathered around the medical play area. A boxed area had been built with plywood walls that didn’t quite reach the ceiling. One wall had a large piece cut out, so people could watch the scene playing out. There was even a door. James led her to the door and knocked.
“Come in,” Sloan called out.
“Doctor,” James said as he walked in, pulling her behind him. “Thank you for seeing us on such short notice.”
“I heard you have a very sick patient for me.”
Sloan turned to them. Her heart raced as she saw he was dressed in a white coat and had a stethoscope around his neck. She licked her lips.
“I do. My wife has been acting very strangely lately. She seems to have lost sensation in her breasts and pussy.”
What? She stared at James in shock.
“Hmm.” Sloan studied her. “That is very serious indeed. I shall have to examine her very carefully and intimately, do you agree?”
“Only if I can help,” James said, making her pulse race even more.
Oh, hell.
It was really happening. Both of them were going to dominate her. Going to take her.
Feeling numb, she let James lead her closer to the examination table, which had a white sheet placed over it. The shelves held a variety of equipment. There was even a monitor to measure a patient’s blood pressure and pulse.
Sloan slowly ran his gaze over her. He began at her feet then worked his way up her body. “These clothes will have to go. Do you really approve of such revealing clothing?”
“No, I do not,” James said stiffly. “And I have promised her a punishment for wearing such short shorts and that tight top.”
What? He had? That was the first she’d heard of it.
“Please, strip her,” Sloan commanded. “If she’s happy to wear such revealing clothing, I find no need to place her in a gown. She may lay on the table naked. It will allow for greater access anyway.”
What? Eek. She grabbed the hem of her T-shirt, holding it down as James reached for it. He watched her for a few seconds then leaned in, his mouth brushing against her ear.
“Are you okay, Kinley? Do you need to use your safe word?”
No. She was safe. She wasn’t hurt. Wasn’t scared. Well, not too much. “I’m all right. Just a bit overwhelmed.”
He leaned back to look down at her, his eyes kind, with no hint of impatience on his face. “We can slow down.”
She shook her head. “No, I’m all right.” And she was.
When James reached for her top this time, she let him pull it off her.
“No bra?” Sloan asked, sounding shocked even though he’d ordered her not to wear one.
Then James drew her shorts down, revealing her naked, glistening pussy. She’d had it waxed yesterday in preparation for tonight.
“And no underwear,” James said grimly. “She’s earned herself a long, hard spanking.”
Trepidation and arousal swirled inside her. She wasn’t big on pain, but somehow the idea of being draped over James’s lap couldn’t help but make her pulse race, and her nipples harden with desire.
She looked down at James who was still crouched in front of her, her breath catching. This was the first time he’d truly seen her naked, those few seconds he’d seen her in the bath didn’t really count. Did he like what he saw?