In my clinic in Montigny-sur-Godion, Tuesday afternoon. Clémentine lies prone, ass up, bruises fading from her husband’s whip. Heart hammers. Skin hot under my palms as I apply balm. Fingers linger. Her flesh yields, soft, warm. Pulse races. She moans softly. ‘Docteur…’ Eyes lock. Desire surges. Veins throb. I cut the chains, rings clinking free. Her pussy exposed, glistening. Breath catches. Thumb grazes her clit. She shivers. Heat builds. Sweat beads on my brow. Urgency grips. She’s mine now. No turning back.
Fever peaks. Wednesday morning. She begs: ‘Be my Master.’ I hesitate. Then cave. Hands knead her cheeks. Lips kiss bruises. Tongue traces cleft. She arches. Heart pounds wild. Fingers dive into slick folds. Clit swells under touch. Thumb plunges ass. She cries out. Body quakes. Cyprine drips. I finger-fuck her holes. She bucks. Climax rips her. I force fingers to her mouth. She sucks clean, eyes feral. Possession burns. Skin feverish. Sweat slicks us. Control slips.
The Fever
Thursday. Deal struck. She’s my sub, assistant. Clinic empty. Blouse drops. Garter belt, stockings, heels. Kneels. Zipper down. Mouth engulfs cock. Hot, wet suction. Tongue swirls. Balls tighten. Heart thunders. She deepthroats. Gags sweetly. Cum floods her throat. Swallows greedily. Cock hardens again. She bends. Ass presented. Perfect globes beg. Palm cracks flesh. Cheeks jiggle, pinken. Faster slaps. Heat radiates. Fingers tease rosebud. Lube gleams.
The Blaze
Blaze erupts. Cockhead presses anus. Pops in. Tight ring grips. Inch by inch, buried deep. She gasps. I thrust. Savage rhythm. Hips slap. Sweat pours. Her hand frigs pussy. Rings jingle. Ass milks me. Heart explodes. ‘Mine!’ I growl. She whimpers: ‘Your slut!’ Pace frantic. Balls slap clit. She screams orgasm. Walls clench. I erupt. Hot jets fill her depths. Body shudders. Collapse together. Skin scorches.
Ashes smolder. Breath ragged. Cock slips free. Cum leaks from her gape. Fingers trace welts. She purrs. Cheek on her cheek. Warmth lingers. Pulse slows. Virginie knows, approves. Georges takes the gear. Town whispers fade. She’s my secretary by day, sub by night. Fellation between patients. Fucks in shadows. Life pulses anew. Her pear tits, that ass—addictive. Danger thrills. Control teeters. But this fire? Worth every burn.