Naughty Patient 2

Sky pov

I pulled at the restraints feeling helpless. How did I end up in this position? Looking at him, he was staring intently at my naked frame, laying helpless on the table. The said table we had our sessions on. How did this happen?

“Little one, stop pulling or you’ll hurt yourself” he said, drawing lines on my stomach, his finger slowly going down my pussy. My breath hitched and he smirked, obviously enjoying torturing me.

“What are you doing Mr Daxton?” I asked, though my words came out as pants. His eyes locking with mine, he grabbed both my thighs, opening my legs and standing between them. Only then did I notice he was shirtless, his overalls were folded on his waist. If this was a different situation, I would have admired his physique.

“What you have wanted me to do since our first session. Also I told you my name, sweetheart. Should I make you moan it instead?” he asked, his hands playing with my thighs, very close to my pussy. I bit my hand that was tied above my head to stop my moaning.

“You have to stop Mr Daxton” I breathed hard when I felt his finger there. I tried closing my legs but I couldn't, seeing as he was standing between them.

“Still with the name, maybe this will change your mind” he said, going down on his knees. I was breathing heavily now. I could feel his breath down there. He bit my inner thigh and I moaned loudly. “Hey hey little one, you might want to tune it down a notch, the guards might hear you” he said chuckling, licking the bruise his bite made.

Just then there was a knock on the door. “Dr Montgomery, is everything ok?” the guard outside asked. This was it. I could call for help. I opened my mouth. “Everything is fine” I said. Why did I say that?

Another moan escaped my mouth when his tongue lapped at my clit. “Oh God” I said lowly this time. I locked my legs, trapping his head, he didn't seem to mind because he licked my center again, making me arch my back off the table. Pulling at the restraints, I felt overwhelming pleasure.

He spat on it, licking it again then putting his tongue there and sucking the life out of me. I thrashed around, not knowing what else to do. I couldn't moan as loudly as I wanted.

“Hmmm” I bit my lips so hard, I tasted iron but I didn't care. I've never felt so much pleasure before. I started grinding my hips, pushing further into his tongue, he held my hips. Pinning me down to stop my movements. Detaching his head from my center, he replaced it with his fingers.

“You are very responsive sweetheart. Now will you be a good girl and cum for me?” he asked, drawing circles around my center. I panted, staring at him between my legs, hair all messy. He looked hot, I mean yes, he was handsome since the first day I met him but there's something different with him in this position.

“Yes please” I begged, his fingers not relenting. Scooping my juices, and fucking me fast with his wet fingers. It was getting harder to control my moans.

“On one condition, call my name and then maybe I will make you cum” he said, his fingers not slowing down. I couldn't think straight, all I said was yes and then he went back to working on my pussy, burying his face there, and I screamed, not caring about the guards outside.

“Jaggerrrrrr”

I came so hard and my eyes shot open, I was panting, drenched in sweat. I sat up, kicking the covers off me, I realized not only did I have a wet dream about my patient, I came in my PJs too. Ohh this is bad. What is wrong with me? Groaning out of frustration, I fell back down on the bed.

This is what I get for taking on a case most doctors ran away from. He is messing with my head and I am allowing it. Why? I don't know. A patient should not get into the doctor's head like this.

The loud ringing of my alarm disrupted my thoughts. I groaned when I discovered I had been awake for hours now, thinking about a certain green-eyed, tattoo-covered monster. The said monster I will be having a session with in a few hours.

Getting ready and getting to the institute was all a blur. I got coffee from the doctor's lounge and then read his file. I need to understand him. I need to understand why he gets to me the way he does. While I was making my research, I noticed other doctors looking at me weirdly.

I tried to ignore it, seeing as I already got used to the side remarks but today's looks felt different. Just then the alarms rang and the speakers blasted “code red code red code red” then chaos broke out. I could hear screams from the west wing. The patients' wing. Oh no.

I got up, ignoring protocol which was to stay still till it was code green. My legs just kept moving. I would like to say I had no idea where I was going but I did. I walked, when walking became too slow, I ran till I got to the patients' wing. Specifically, his wing.

I saw a horde of guards using batons on a patient on the floor. They were kicking and punching and the patient was my patient. The very same patient that gave me an orgasm in my sleep. Moving without thinking, I tried pulling the guards from him.

“Doc, you are not supposed to be here. It's on lockdown” one of the guards said. I quickly knelt down, pulling a badly beaten Jagger. “And you are not supposed to treat patients like animals” I yelled, so mad at the state I found him in.

I tried pulling him, but I couldn't. The guards stood there and watched while Jagger laughed like a maniac, obviously trying to taunt them. He was all bloody and bruised. He had this dead look in his green eyes that would scare sane people but not me because all I could think about was last night's dream. I think I have a problem.