Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Five minutes? Surely it could be taken out now?
“If that thermometer slips from your ass, Miss Maggie, it will be a punishment for you, then ten minutes.”
She could hear Ian and Jameson talking quietly. She concentrated on breathing.
“All right, baby?” Jack whispered.
“Green,” she replied.
“Good girl, because this is hot as fuck. I never had an interest in medical kink. But I’m thinking of getting into it.”
Dear. Lord.
“Or maybe even more role-play. Naughty kitten and the Professor. Yeah, I could get into that. Or alien and kidnapped human. I wouldn’t mind probing you.”
Dying. She was dying.
But some of the tension she hadn’t even realized was there leaked from her body.
Jack always understood her better than she understood herself.
The timer went off and Jameson returned. “Good. Let’s take this out. Hmm. It’s a tad high. We definitely need to do some more exploring. Assistant, please help Miss Maggie to sit up.”
Jack helped her sit, putting his hand on her back as she felt slightly dizzy.
Jameson crouched. “Breathe. In. Out.”
She took a slow breath in. Then out.
“Are you good to continue?”
“Yes, Sir. Green. It’s just . . . overwhelming.”
“Good girl.” He slowed things down slightly, though. Checking her mouth and throat, ears, feeling her glands.
“Very good. All seems healthy, Mr. Blackstone. We’ll check her gag reflex in a moment.”
“Ooh, I can help with that,” Jack said.
Jameson nodded. “First, I need you to get her nipples nice and wet and hard.”
Jameson stepped back, and both he and Ian watched as Jack kneeled down between her legs and sucked on her nipples again.
Wow. He was taking Jameson’s instructions seriously. Sucking. Licking. Biting gently.
By the time he finished, she was moaning quietly, her legs trying to press together to find some friction.
She sucked in shallow breaths. But nothing helped the arousal flooding her.
“Very good,” Jameson said as Jack moved back to his chair. “Her nipples are obviously sensitive and she finds them being sucked arousing.”
Jeez. Did he not know this?
“Lie back into position, Miss Maggie. I wish to see how nipple play has affected the rest of your body.”
She lay back and Jack helped position her legs so her knees were bent, her feet flat on the mattress.
“I see there is a wet patch on the sheet. Interesting,” Jameson said.
Oh God. Was there? She tried to reach down and feel it, even though she couldn’t reach that far.
“Miss Maggie, you will keep your arms above your head,” Jameson said sternly.
“Sorry, Doctor.” She knew they wouldn’t restrain her. Having to hold her arms up herself was a kind of torture in itself, though.
“If you move them again, there will be punishment,” Jameson warned.
“I apologize that she’s being so troublesome,” Ian said. “I can promise you that when we get home, she will be thoroughly punished.”
A squeak escaped her.
“How do you like to punish her naughtiness?” Jameson asked.
“I find a good over-the-knee spanking does wonders for her attitude. But sometimes she needs more. A paddle. Denied orgasm.”
“Very good. You can also try a nice fat plug in her ass,” Jameson suggested.
Dear. Lord.
Was this meant to turn her on more? It didn’t help that Jack was idly playing with her nipples as they talked. It was like he wasn’t even paying attention to what he was doing. He was just plucking at them, then running his finger over them as he listened to Jameson and Ian.
Somehow, that made it even more arousing.
There was no hope for her.
Suddenly, he pinched one nipple and she let out a squeal, reaching down to smack his hand.
Uh-oh.
All three men stared at her. Jameson and Ian were stern. And Jack was . . . oh my God.
“You did that on purpose!” she cried at Jack.
He wanted her to get punished. That was so mean.
“Miss Maggie, you will refrain from speaking to my assistant in that tone,” Jameson said sternly. “I’m not sure what you think he has done, but he is a professional. Mr. Blackstone, I’m afraid I can’t continue this examination if she is going to misbehave.”
“I will take care of this.” Ian stepped forward. Reaching down, he drew her onto her feet.
Then he sat on the end of the bed and placed her over his lap. “I warned you about misbehaving, young lady.”
He started spanking her as the other two watched.
It wasn’t like it hadn’t happened before. But this felt different. More.
She kicked her feet. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ll be good.”
He continued to spank her until her bottom was hot.
Then he lifted her so she straddled his lap. She leaned into his chest as he rubbed her back.
“Very good. She responds well to punishment,” Jameson said. “And aftercare is always important.”
Ian snuck a kiss onto her cheek. “All right, Little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered back.
He moved her into position and Jameson moved a stool to the bottom of the bed, between her legs. “I’m going to examine her pussy now. Assistant, please take notes.”