Like a Wisp of Steam by Thomas Roche (best reads of all time txt) 📕

I sucked in a swift nervous breath as he began to stroke the length of me. My knees felt weak as he worked me slowly. "Yes," I whispered. "I have been irresponsible." My breath was coming faster now. I moved my hips in time with his strokes.

Dr Aubrey leaned over me. "Indeed," he said. "And you need to learn your lesson." With these words, he clasped his masculine hands on my shoulders and pushed me backwards against the wide oak table. The device rested behind me, and I could hear the loud clacking of the steam-powered fan close by.

He then spun me around roughly, so I was facing away from him. The doctor gripped the back of my neck and pushed me down against the table. My body was bent at the waist, my torso flat against the wood. I heard him fumbling with his own clothes then, pulling off his heavily starched shirt, and knew what was coming next. At least, I thought I did. I backed up slightly, straining towards him. I could feel his hardness pushing against the fabric of his trousers. Yes, that was what I wanted. I needed to feel him finally take me.

I felt the cool air of the laboratory brush over my skin as my own pants were pulled down swiftly, exposing my backside. I held my body flush against the table, but tensed, trying to anticipate what he would do next, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened. Instead of the warm contact of his flesh, I felt the sharp tingling of pain as he brought his hand down. I cried out a little as he did it again, striking me and producing a loud cracking sound. "Quiet," he ordered. He was spanking me like a child. I struggled a little, but he insisted, holding me firmly, and finally I began to accept each strike, relaxing into the pain instead of resisting.

In truth, it did not hurt much. This only made me more excited, giving me more time to think about what he would demand next.

In time, after the buildup of sensation had become rather intense, he finally released me. I was sure my flesh was pink and more than a little raw after the experience, but none the worse for wear. Dr. Aubrey removed his hand from the back of my neck and stepped back a few paces. I timidly turned to face him. My eyes were hungry and pleading, but his were hard. There was no doubt who was master in this encounter and who was being schooled. Slowly, he undid the clasp of his heavy leather belt and pulled it through the loopholes of his waistband. For a moment, I wondered if he meant to use it, but he dropped it to the floor. Next, the doctor unbuttoned his pants and reached inside, freeing himself. I watched as he stroked slowly while still speaking to me in a whisper of a voice. "Is this what you want, Nicholas?" he asked.

I felt so ready then, like a coil flooded with electric current, pulsing with energy. "Oh yes," I breathed. "Completely."

"Then come here," he said. I came forward, and he pushed me to my knees, guiding my mouth toward him. One hand on my shoulder, and one at the back of my head, he urged me closer.

I heard him breathing faster as I used my lips on him at first, kissing the tip of him, and gently licking the length of his shaft. Only then did I take him in, allowing him to press into my lips, over my tongue. He groaned as he entered my mouth, and then began to move in and out. I brought one hand to the base of him, holding the skin taut. The other I used to gently caress myself. I was as hard as he was, thoroughly enjoying the way I was able to please him. I loved the manly rumble I heard at the back of his throat and the firmness of all his muscles. He pulled my hair now as he gripped the back of my head tighter, pushing deeper into my throat. Finally, I sensed his breathing change. I could tell he was close to finishing, but instead, he pulled out of my mouth and stopped.

I was confused, but it soon became clear what he wanted.

He pulled me to my feet and pushed me over the table again, roughly this time. The doctor was behaving like an animal; in fact, so was I. I swept several test tubes out of the way as he pushed me down, and heard them shatter loudly against the floor, but I cared for nothing. Each of us was purely focused on satisfying his own needs.

He was already slick from the touch of my tongue. Without pretext, Dr. Aubrey gripped me by the hips and forced his way inside of me. He was rough and desperate, but I did not struggle. In fact, I froze instantly as I felt him enter me. I felt held there, like a butterfly pinned inside a specimen box. I had no choice but to accept what was happening. Every muscle in my body relaxed as he thrust slowly into me again.

The doctor reached around to grab me, his wide palm working me in time with his own thrusts. He began to use me then, pushing harder and faster, and I loved the sensation.

Finally, I was able to give myself up to him. I melted against the table as he drove deeper. The squeezing and pulling of his hand was coaxing me into a frenzy. I could not contain myself much longer. As I heard the unsteady gasps of his warm breath, I realized neither could he.

He pushed into me one final time, to the hilt, and I came hard. I bucked forward, trembling and covered with a sheen of sweat. Warm white liquid spilled from me and drizzled over his fingers. Dr. Aubrey thrust twice more, pumping his last deep