Doctor's Pet PT. 2

Clara’s heart hammered, a frantic drum against her ribs. Promotion? It wasn’t about nursing duties. Not anymore. Not with him.

She looked at Elias, her eyes wide, still stinging faintly from tears of raw pleasure. His gaze was intense, un wavering, a dark pool of command.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, the words coming out as a breathless plea. Her body still tingled, thrumming with the aftershocks of his penetration, aching for more.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across his handsome face. He reached out, his long fingers cupping her chin, tilting her head up. “Good. I knew you’d be sensible. This isn’t a promotion in title, Clara. It’s a promotion in understanding. In access.”

He pulled her gently from the sofa, guiding her to stand before him. Her legs felt weak, her muscles still quivering from their last encounter.

“You’ll no longer be confined to sterile rooms and mundane tasks,” he murmured, his voice a low, intimate rumble. “You’ll be elevated. To my personal subject. My… cure.”

Clara swallowed, her eyes fixed on his. The idea was terrifying, exhilarating. To belong to him, in this way, was a surrender she hadn’t known she craved.

“What… what does that mean, sir?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

He chuckled, a dark, rich sound. “It means, little one, that you’ll be learning the most intimate lessons this clinic has to offer. Lessons your soul yearns for, even if your naive mind protests.”

He took her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers, and led her to a different part of the study. A large, padded chaise lounge sat near a series of velvet curtains, behind which she could glimpse more gleaming instruments.

“Let’s begin your first promoted lesson, shall we?” he purred. “Kneel , Clara. For your doctor.”

Clara’s knees hit the plush rug, and she knelt before him, her eyes level with his waist. He stood, tall and imposing, his presence utterly dominating. His trousers were still unzipped, his thick cock partially visible, already hardening again.

“Now, look at me,” he commanded, his voice firm. “And tell me what you see.”

She looked up, her gaze tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the dark intensity of his eyes. “My… my professor, sir. My doctor.”

“No,” he corrected, his voice a low growl. “You see your master, Clara. Your owner. The man who will strip away every last layer of your pathetic innocence and show you true pleasure.”

His words, brutal and direct, sliced through her. Yet, instead of flinching, a strange, burning heat flared in her belly. She felt a thrill of delicious terror, a surrender that felt entirely right.

“Good,” he approved, seeing the shift in her eyes. “Now, take it.” He took his cock in his hand, pulling it fully free, letting it swing thick and heavy before her. It looked even bigger than before, pulsing with a life of its own.

Clara gasped, her mouth watering despite herself. Her throat still ached from taking him moments ago, but a new, desperate hunger surged through her.

“Take it all, Clara,” he commanded, guiding the massive head towards her lips. “Your cure. Swallow it. Gulp it down.”

She opened her mouth wide, her lips trembling. He pushed, not slowly this time, but with a deliberate, firm thrust that forced her to take him deep. Clara choked, a muffled cry escaping her throat as his enormous cock filled her mouth, stretching her jaw, pressing against her tonsils.

His balls slapped against her chin, a rhythmic thudding as he began to thrust, deep and fast, using her mouth like a tight, eager cunt. Clara whimpered, tears streaming from her eyes, her hands instinctively grabbing his thighs, holding on.

“That’s it,” he rasped, his voice thick with arousal. “Take every inch, Clara. Taste every drop. Drink it all down, little nurse.”

He kept thrusting, burying himself in her mouth, pushing her to the limits of her endurance. The salty, musky taste of him filled her, a potent elixir that both gagged and aroused her. He pulled back slightly, letting her gasp for air, then plunged back in, making her gag and choke again, forcing her deeper.

After a few more brutal, yet exhilarating, thrusts, he pulled his cock from her mouth, leaving her panting, drooling, and utterly spent. Her jaw ached, her throat was sore, but a profound sense of submission settled over her.

“Good girl,” he praised, wiping her mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re learning to obey. And obedience, Clara, is the key to true pleasure.”

He pulled her to her feet, then turned her around, pushing her gently onto her hands and knees over the padded chaise lounge. Her bottom was thrust into the air, exposed, vulnerable.

“Now, for another lesson in sensation,” he murmured, his voice a low growl behind her.

Clara felt a cool, light touch on her bare bottom. Then, a sharp, stinging sensation. Slap! Her skin immediately warmed, then burned. He had struck her.

“That’s for questioning me,” he stated, his voice devoid of emotion, yet laced with an undeniable power. Slap! “And that’s for your past denials.” Slap!

He continued to spank her, his hand hard and precise, each strike making her flinch, her skin reddening, but not quite painful enough to make her cry out. It was a rhythmic, sensual punishment, designed to awaken, not hurt. Her ass stung, but her pussy was throbbing, alive.

“Feel that, Clara?” he rasped, his voice close to her ear. “That’s your body waking up. Realizing its true purpose.”

He pulled a small, soft leather paddle from beneath the chaise. It was wider, flatter than his hand. He lifted it. WHACK! A louder, more encompassing sting spread across her buttock. Clara cried out, her hips jerking.

WHACK!

WHACK!

He continued, a steady rhythm, making her bottom glow fiery red. It wasn't pain, not truly, but a shocking, exhilarating discipline that vibrated through her entire frame, making her inner muscles clench.

“You’re so beautiful when you squirm for me,” he chuckled, his voice thick with lust. “So utterly devoted.”

His hand then moved between her legs, finding her already gushing pussy. He slid a finger in, then another, pushing deep, stretching her. Clara whimpered, her hips arching back into his hand, desperate for the filling.

“And this, my dear,” he murmured, fingers deftly finding her clitoris, rubbing it hard while his fingers worked her inside, “is your reward for being a good, obedient little nurse.”

He worked her relentlessly, his fingers plunging and retreating, while his thumb tortured her clitoris. Clara moaned, loud and uninhibited, her hips bucking against his hand. She was screaming internally, on the verge of shattering.

He pulled his hand away abruptly, leaving her gasping, aching. Then, he grabbed her hips, pulling her back against his hard cock, which was already throbbing against her ass.

“Time for the final treatment, Clara,” he growled, his voice thick with unbridled desire.

He pushed, slowly, deliberately. Clara cried out, a sharp, desperate sound, as his enormous cock stretched her already abused pussy. He filled her completely, burying himself to the hilt, making her gasp and tremble.

He began to thrust, deep and rhythmic, fucking her with a primal intensity that left her breathless. Clara screamed, her body convulsing around him, meeting his every thrust with a desperate arch of her hips. Her pussy clenched and released, a tight, eager grip around his thick shaft.

He fucked her relentlessly, driving her higher and higher, until her body tensed, muscles spasmed, and a wave of pure, unadulterated orgasm ripped through her. She screamed, a raw, guttural sound, her body arching violently, her pussy clenching around him, milking him.

He groaned, his own body tensing, and then he too found his release, thrusting deep inside her as he came, filling her with his hot, sticky cum.

He pulled out slowly, leaving her trembling, slick, and utterly spent. He gently helped her stand, and she turned to face him. Her body ached, her mouth was sore, her bottom stung, but a profound, undeniable ecstasy resonated through her.

She looked at him, her handsome, dark doctor, her new master. He looked utterly satisfied, a faint, triumphant smile on his lips.

“So, Clara,” he said, his voice soft, yet filled with absolute possession. “How do you feel about your promotion now?”

Clara looked him directly in the eye, her own gaze unwavering. She was no longer just a nurse. She was his, entirely. And she knew, with absolute certainty, that she had never felt so truly alive.

“Perfect, sir,” she whispered, her voice husky with pleasure and newfound understanding. “I feel absolutely perfect. And ready for my new duties.”