EXTRACT FOR
The Good Doctor (Complete Series)
(J.S. Lee)

She was at his side, her perfect breasts wrapped in the black leather corset. He was completely aware that they were pressed against his arm. The only thing that broke that awareness was the fact that she had momentarily stopped slapping his bottom and was now rubbing one cheek, slowly. He closed his eyes and got lost in the sensation of her soft skin touching him so intimately. His penis throbbed and pulsed with each circular motion of her fingers on him.



"Do you like that, Patrick?" she murmured in his ear, the hair on his neck standing at attention.



"Yes, Mistress," he moaned and thrust his hips forward to show her how much he liked it.



"Do you want to know what I like?" she was whispering now. The hand on his ass had stopped its circular motion, and his whole body quivered in anticipation.



"Yes, Mistress," he whispered, as if in prayer, "please tell me what you would like," he begged.



"I would like you to show me how much you worship me." She moved to stand in front of him, her tiny see-thru panties all that he could see now. "Show me with your tongue." She propped one booted leg over his shoulder, and she pushed her hips toward his face.



"Oh God!" he cried out before moving his tongue out to touch her. He would force himself to keep his eyes open, to note every detail, to see her almost bare as he never had before. He had to remember every succulent inch. The seam of the panties were already wet and scented with her loveliness. He worked his tongue there, her pink lips full and parted. She tasted indescribably sweet.



Her hand came up to the back of his head, and she pushed him deeper between her thighs. She was panting and making little sighs while she moved her hips. Patrick groaned, working his tongue to make his way under the wisp of wet panties. He longed to kiss her under the material and suckle her little pink pearl of a clitoris into his mouth. He had dared too much.



She moved her leg and stood just out of reach now. He tried lunging, tongue out, to be back in her soft heaven, but she was far ahead of him. Laughing, she dragged him by the hair so that his face was staring straight up at her. "Your cheekiness is beyond imagination." She traced one finger down his face, sending goosebumps down his back. "Did you imagine that you deserved my actual pussy?"



He moaned. How could he have dared? "No, Mistress," he had been so close though.



She kept her gaze on him and asked in a low, husky voice, "Do you want to see it? My naked, wet pussy?" She moved her hips to accentuate all the glorious nakedness that could be his.



He gasped, "Yes, Mistress, oh please, yes," and shivered in anticipation.