Relapse (Doctor Dom Volume 4) (A BDSM & Medical Play Novella) by Tara Crescent Page A

look, daring him to protest. He laughed and raised his hands defensively. “Thank you for dinner, Lisa,” was all he said with a grin. “Want to come over to my place?”
    I hesitated. “I have a really early morning meeting with a client,” I replied. “And I don’t have any clothes with me.”
    He looked at me. “You are welcome to leave some stuff over at my place,” he said.
    “I could,” I replied. There was more hesitation in my voice.
    His gaze narrowed. “What’s the hesitation about?” he asked me directly.
    “I wish we’d hang out at my place more often,” I said. Until I voiced the words, I didn’t realize it had been bothering me that we tended to hang out at Patrick’s place, not mine.
    He looked puzzled. “I have no objection in coming over,” he chided. “You just have to ask, you know.”
    I did know. I suddenly realized that I wasn’t very good with asking for what I wanted in a relationship. I had no problems articulating what I wanted sexually. But where my emotions were concerned, I was a lot more diffident. I’d been the same with Nick. I’m not sure I’d ever really voiced what I wanted from him.
    “Will you come over to my place, Patrick?” I asked. My head was reeling from my realization.
    He smiled at me. “I’d love to, Lisa.”
    ***
    Our lovemaking was sweet and tender. No games, no toys. Just two people enjoying each other’s bodies. He kissed the entire length of my body as I wriggled and moaned, and then I pushed him on his back and straddled him.
    “Stay there,” I told him, and he laughed.
    “Playing Dom tonight, Lisa?” he asked, amused, and I grinned at him.
    “Would you mind?” I didn’t really want to play Dom, but I did want to hear his answer.
    “Depends on what you have planned for me, sweetie,” he replied. “If you wave a flogger at me, I confess that I might bolt.”
    I giggled. “Really?” I couldn’t see it.
    Patrick laughed. “Nah. I mean, I have no desire to be flogged, but I have tried it before. I wouldn’t use it on a sub if I had no idea what it felt like.”
    “Well, Patrick,” I winked at him, and took his wrists in mine, moving them above his head. “I’m not going to flog you, but keep your hands there.”
    He grinned at me. “Yes, ma’am,” he said. I definitely heard a sarcastic undertone in his voice, but I decided to ignore it. If we’d been switching, I might have taken steps to correct the behaviour, but I really didn’t want to be a Dom. I just wanted to explore his body.
    I nibbled and sucked my way down every inch of him, discovering a ticklish bit on his inner arm that had him biting his lip to keep still. “I like this,” I announced gleefully, and he made a face at me.
    “Just you wait, kitten,” he said, smiling at me. He kept his hands where I’d positioned them though. “It’ll be your turn soon, and you will regret this.”
    “Promises, promises,” I mocked, and he laughed aloud. Then his laughter was cut short as my breasts brushed over his dick, almost by accident, and he stifled a moan.
    “Do that again,” he ordered, and I laughed and complied.
    “You know, you don’t get to give the orders tonight,” I pointed out.
    “Is that so, kitten?” Patrick arched an indulgent eyebrow at me, and I winked at him and laughed. I was having such a good time. This was perfect. I wanted and needed Dominant Patrick. But, sometimes, like at this moment, it felt great to laugh during sex. To tease. To be relaxed. I very much appreciated that Patrick was playing along. More than that – he wasn’t just humouring me. He actually looked like he was enjoying himself as well.
    I wriggled my way down his body, and took a long, leisurely lick at his cock, following the motion with another graze of my nipples on his erection. He growled in response, and I smiled, leaning forward to grab a condom from my dresser drawer.
    “That’s very prepared of you,” Patrick noted appreciatively.
    I winked at him.