Iron Cross: The Dartmouth Cobras #6 (4 page)

“If I had a say, you’d be working behind a desk, still doing what you love, but
…” No, this line of thought would get them nowhere. She let out a shallow laugh. “That’s not who you are. Some days will be hell. I fell in love with a woman in uniform. A woman who kneels to me and bares her fucking soul. And I will do whatever I have to so you feel whole again. Even if that means breaking you first.”

They were almost at the door
and Laura was shaking hard. Needing all this, but Chicklet wasn’t taking her in hand fast enough. Time to change that. She put her hand on Laura’s throat and shoved her against the wall. The shaking stopped as Laura stared up at her in shock.

“Mistress—?”

“Hands behind your neck and not another word.” Chicklet swallowed hard, hoping she was doing the right thing. Laura needed out of her head
now
. She pressed her lips to Laura’s, swallowing her gasp and delving past strawberry-flavored lips with her tongue. She hooked her fingers to the silken material of Laura’s panties and dragged them down her hips, letting them fall to her ankles once they were past her knees. “You wanted a male doctor, didn’t you, little girl? Only a man should touch you like this.”

Laura writhed as Chicklet pushed two fingers into her slick pussy, automatically reacting as she always did to this game.
Being with a woman was
so
very wrong, the idiots that should have loved Laura had drilled that into her, but Chicklet had turned it into a naughty pleasure during these scenes.

And Laura played along very well
, her tone all sweet and innocent. “I’ve been told it’s very bad, Ma’am, but—”

“Doctor. There are women in this profession, and I can make you all better.” Chicklet nipped Laura’s earlobe. “Tell me where it hurts.”

“Everywhere.” Laura groaned as Chicklet withdrew her fingers and backed away. “But you almost made me forget about the pain.”

“Oh, I will, sweetheart.” With one hand wrapped around Laura’s wrist, Chicklet pushed the door open. Once they cleared the doorway, she
pressed the door shut quietly. Motioned Laura toward the exam table which was covered in a fresh length of paper. “Undress and lie down. I’ll give you a full physical to see if I can find the problem.”

This was where a sub had the full advantage, though few fully grasped the power they held when they stood before their
Masters obeying the most basic commands. Elegant submission and a slow, tempting reveal could test a Domme’s control. Chicklet held her breath as she stepped away from Laura, trying to maintain her composure as the small, graceful woman let her eyes drift shut and lowered her hands to her sides. Laura’s curled fingers slowly lifted the hem of her dress, then stopped. Her hands slid up her body, over her stomach, her breasts.

Chicklet gave Laura a hooded look when she caught her sub’s eyes opening just a little
as though to gauge her reaction. With deft fingers, Laura slid the straps of the dress off her shoulders, and Chicklet’s pulse sped up as Laura lowered her gaze to the floor and drew her dress down over her breasts. Let it fall, revealing pale flesh, thick nipples and wide hips curving out from a small waist. She shifted her stance, bending her knees a little with her thighs parted, betraying how insecure she was with them. She always tried to stand in a way that wouldn’t show how they dimpled over her knees, but Chicklet didn’t comment this time. She loved Laura’s legs, strong, but cushioned so nicely there was no mistaking it was a hot, voluptuous woman Chicklet held when they were together.

This time, Laura didn’t wait for Chicklet to repeat her command. She neatly folded her dress, put it on the gleaming white counter on the other side of the room, then went to climb
onto the table. Lying back, she rested her arms by her sides. Her heavy breasts swayed with her deep inhales. Her slow, measured exhales.

Chicklet’s lips crept up at the edges. She gave herself a few moments to admire the exposed body of her sweet girl under the bright lights of the room, to take in the tiny goose bumps covering
Laura’s arms and breasts. The way Laura chewed at her bottom lip let Chicklet know her girl was slipping out of that special, quiet place where she needed to be.

Time to change that.
Chicklet went to adjust the thermostat to make the room a bit warmer. There was a black gynecology chair in one corner of the room, a long white counter with metal drawers beneath it full of all kinds of fun toys and medical supplies still in their packages. In the cabinets above the counter there were hospital gowns, towels, and water bottles. Two metal rolling trays stood between the chair and the counter. Chicklet went through the drawers under the counter to select the tools she’d need. She wasn’t into blood play or extreme pain, so she didn’t need to open every drawer, but she knew Laura would worry a little as she heard each one sliding open and slamming shut.

“Did I mention I want your eyes closed?”
Chicklet asked, her tone light and purposely disinterested as she took a small, metal vibrating bullet from its package and dropped it with a loud
clang!
onto one of the covered trays.

“No, Mistress.” Laura rasped in a sharp breath, but spoke softly. “But I thought you might, so I closed them.”

“What a good girl.” Chicklet smiled as she rolled the tray over to the exam table. Laura had forgotten to call her “Doctor,” but that didn’t matter. She’d let herself go exactly where Chicklet wanted her. Chicklet took fresh gloves from the small box she’d added to her supplies. Pulled them on with a deliberate
snap
. “Now, no matter what I do to you…” She pulled one strap from the side of the table to place it over Laura’s chest, just above her breasts, then secured it to the Velcro on the other side of the table. “You must promise me one thing.”

Laura’s lips parted and she was gasping in air now, clawing at the paper on the table and shifting her legs. She trembled as Chicklet drew the next strap over her belly. “Anything, Mistress.”

There were straps for Laura’s thighs, but Chicklet didn’t use them. Instead, she attached the simple leather cuffs to Laura’s ankles, then clipped them to a small metal loop at either side of the exam table so Laura’s legs were held apart. Loosely, so she could squirm all she wanted.

“Don’t worry about anything. Move as much as you can, scream if you need to.” Chicklet walked along the side of the table and stroked Laura’s cheek with her fingertips. “Don’t even attempt to control yourself. You don’t have the ability anymore. I’ve taken it away.”

* * * *

Gone. The world
with all its shadows and darkness was already gone. The room was so bright, even behind Laura’s closed lids she could see the light, filtered in a warm, glowing red. Her rapid breaths sounded too loud in her ears, so she forced them to slow. Could almost hear her own heartbeat slowing as well as she relaxed. She inhaled through her nose and had the sudden urge to giggle as she caught a hint of mint in the air.

“A smile. Now that’s what I like to see,” Chicklet said, chuckling as she stopped somewhere to Laura’s left. A brief touch on Laura’s hip helped her place her Mistress. To envision her face as she looked down at Laura’s naked body. “Where does it hurt now, pet?”

Laura felt a tension in her brow as she tried to find the right answer. The sensation of Chicklet trailing a nail over her stomach made it impossible to think. The tension eased away as Laura finally replied. “It doesn’t. Nothing hurts.”

“Good.”
Chicklet drew her nail up Laura’s ribs, her tone soothing. Hypnotic. “You are lovely. Have you ever had a woman tell you that? I suppose it’s not a horrible thing for a woman to say? We can admire one another, no?”

“No. Only a man should say that to me.” Laura bit her bottom lip, holding back a grin. She didn’t really care what anyone thought about her being a lesbian. Not anymore. But it was fun to pretend because Chicklet had made it okay. Mocking all the things she’d been told were sinful in the past was strangely arousing. Almost as though she was giving in
to temptation over and over again. “I won’t insult you by asking for a man to examine me, but I beg you to be professional. I should have kept my clothes on.”

“I disagree.” Chicklet pinched her nipple. Hard. The pain darted into Laura’s breast, a shock of heat that spread down to her belly and made her muscles jump.
Chicklet’s fingers left her nipple, only one returning, warm and wet, circling the painfully hard tip. “How could I be sure you weren’t hiding an injury under that dress?”

“I would have told you.” Laura whimpered as Chicklet pinched her other nipple and twisted it, this time drawing out the pain so it was like a steady pulse driving down mercilessly. Laura was already wet, but she could feel the moisture soaking into the paper covering the exam table now. Her breasts were so sensitive, it
wouldn’t take much for Chicklet to make her come by playing with her nipples. Her clit felt swollen and as Chicklet latched on to her other nipple with her teeth, Laura’s lips parted at the burst of pleasure skipping back and forth between her nipples and the tiny nub.

Releasing Laura’s nipple with a soft
“Hmm,” Chicklet palmed both her breasts and massaged them gently. “You are exactly as I need you to be. Let me do my job. When was the last time you had these checked?”

“Last month.” Laura flushed as she thought about the exam which had been a lot less pleasant than this one. Her regular doctor
was
a man, but that didn’t bother her as much as having to place her breasts on that machine. It was one of the few things she did at Chicklet’s request that she’d ever dared complain about. Which was stupid and she knew it. She’d earned the punishment that followed and didn’t plan to repeat the mistake. “I told you when I went, Mis—”

“Doctor. And that’s good. What about here?” Chicklet’s gloved hand pressed against Laura’s pussy. One finger pushed into her. “Have you been examined here lately?”

“Yes!” Only one finger. It wasn’t enough. Laura tried to lift her hips, then stopped herself. She had to be patient. “He was very thorough.”

“He?” Chicklet clucked her tongue. The click of her heels moved away. Her hands pressed against Laura’s inner thighs. “Of course, only a man should see this pretty pussy. It should only be this juicy when a man has his hands on you.”

Hot breath. Lips hovering so close that Laura could feel them brush against her as Chicklet spoke. She quivered at the jolt of pleasure rising up as Chicklet kissed the top of her mound.

“
Were you this wet for him?”

“No.”

“Mmm, so that poor man didn’t get to taste this sweet pussy?” Chicklet spread her open and licked her, humming in a way that had Laura straining against her restraints. “I pity him. Because you’re fucking delicious.”

A soft tap at the door. Chicklet’s tongue left her as it opened.

“You’re late, Tyler. You know better than to interrupt.”

Oh, Chicklet sounded mad. Laura did her best not to smile.
The boy was her Mistress’s pet and she tolerated him, but she wished Chicklet would see she could have so much better. If she needed a male, she should find one who deserved her attention.

And, naturally, the second Tyler opened his mouth, he proved Laura’s point. “I’m sorry, Mistress.
I wasn’t sure whether I should come in or not. But I… You told me not to keep anything from you.”

“What happened to your face? Did you get in a fight?” Chicklet sighed and gently placed her hand on Laura’s stomach. “Wait. No. I’m sorry, my angel, but we can’t discuss this now. Strip and kneel.”

Laura pressed her lips together. The atmosphere in the room had changed. She knew Chicklet put up with a lot from the boy, but she could sense the irritation in her Mistress—he wasn’t doing as he was told.

No surprise there.
Laura rolled her eyes behind her closed lids.

“What is it, Tyler?”

“You should punish me.”

A chill went over Laura’s flesh. She felt Chicklet pull away from her, not only physically. It was almost as though she didn’t want to be close to Laura as she let her tone go stone cold. “Should I?”

“Yeah…umm.” A shuffle of sneakers on the tiled floor. The stupid boy was probably staring at his feet. And he didn’t care that he was ruining everything. “I took a stick to the face. I promised not to go back on the ice when I was hurt, but I did. I didn’t think it was a big deal, but maybe I was wrong.”

“You’re a fucking adult. When I asked you to be careful, I didn’t mean you should stop playing because you need a goddamn Band-Aid. I play hockey, Tyler. I know the difference between a little cut and a cracked fucking skull.” Chicklet
audibly ground her teeth. Spoke calmly as she continued. “You made a decision. Be a big boy and own it. That doesn’t excuse you coming in here and disturbing my scene.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you? Or are you feeling guilty?” Chicklet’s cruel laugh made Laura nervous. “Are you looking to be punished because in that moment you thought I’d be upset and didn’t care? Do you expect me to make it all better for you, boy?”

“No, I—”

“The truth, Tyler. Think carefully before you answer.”

Laura almost pitied him. In a way, she could understand how he felt. There were times when Laura came home from work and knew she’d done things Chicklet wouldn’t approve of. And a punishment would fix it. But she’d never demand her Mistress take away her guilt by doing something that was unpleasant to them both. That was the big difference between her and Tyler. He needed the boundaries set for him constantly, seemed to enjoy reaching the end of his leash and being jerked back to heel.