Doctor's Orders: The Complete Series (6 page)

“You are doing just fine, aren’t you,” he says. And then he looks up and grins again, lowering his hand to the curve of my ass.

I can’t believe this is happening, that people really act this way. And also: what a smug bastard.

I’m just about to bite back, to tell him off somehow, because I’m afraid he’ll think I’m just, I don’t know, a slut, a sure thing, stupid, when the vibrations inside me intensify. I know the Doctor can hear me, I know he can see me – he told me as much, even if I didn’t think he meant so literally. But now it’s like he’s in my head. Somehow he knows when I’m resisting, when I’m fighting back against this overwhelming surge of need-to-fuck that’s rising from the buzzing inside me.

Fuck, what does he want? Does he want me to come right here, in front of all these people, in the middle of a lonely diner?

He told me he’d watch over me. He told me he’d keep me safe.

I’m still afraid.

“I’m not exactly fine, no,” I finally answer Mr. Trucker. My voice fights with my breathing, strangled by my efforts to control this thing simmering inside me. At this point I’m pretty sure I could dig my nails into the metal countertop.

“Well,” he says, lowering his head even closer to mine, lowering his voice to this sexy, gruff tone barely audible above the clatter of the diner. His breath is warm and sweet on my neck. “Maybe there’s something I can help you with.”

His hand expands and contracts on the border between the small of my back and the top of my ass, his thumb wrapping around my hip. Something simmers in him, too. He’s like a barely contained animal.

I breathe deep, my breasts rising, the oxygen only feeding the fire, and raise my eyes from where they’ve been studying the scratch pattern in the counter. I’m about to turn, about to look Mr. Trucker in the eyes and...I don’t know what, but it’s not him who catches my eye first. It’s the waitress. She’s looking at us, and shaking her head in disgust.

The fear grips me again, just like it did in the car, like it did on the street when I was waiting for the Doctor, like it did in the dress shop. It’s utterly paralyzing. I’m frozen, stretched between fear and the need to fuck, between this bitch waitress and the trucker. Suspended in this stupid moment of indecision. And it occurs to me: what am I afraid of?

The moment I realize I don’t know is the moment the vibrations escalate a third time, in a new, faster rhythm, a siren call to my now soaked pussy. I can’t hold it in any longer, I can’t contain myself against this. I think of the Doctor, I think of the trucker, I think of all the things I’ve ever wanted, and the dam breaks.

“You,” I say, grabbing the back of the trucker’s neck, my thumb brushing against his rough, bristled cheek. “Follow me outside.”

The walk to the door seems very slow, the lights very bright. It must be the adrenaline. That, or it’s the way this plug is driving me forward, towards the fucking I desperately need. Every pulse is like the crack of whip. I am not in control anymore, I’m just the Doctor’s mindless sex zombie. And for this moment I do feel free.

I don’t care if everyone watches us leave. I don’t care if I don’t look graceful walking down those grated steps; I don’t even notice them. I don’t care about the garbage in the street, I don’t even care about what this man behind me thinks of me. I just want to find a wall.

As soon as I turn into the alley next to the diner the trucker’s hands are all over me. He spins me around, pushes me against the wall, and I laugh because...because I’m happy. The plug pulses, and my ass shudders against the brick at my back.

“You are one crazy bitch,” he says into my neck, and pulls the top of my dress aside, popping my breast out. For a second my mind resurfaces, worried about my link to the Doctor – the fake orchid, pinned to my dress – but I realize it’s on the other strap, and the Doctor’s pulsing plug, this man’s hands, and my all-consuming need to fuck come back to the fore.

The trucker mauls my naked breast, crushing it against my chest, rolling the naked flesh in his hand. I moan, finally some release from contact, finally, finally, and it puts him into a frenzy. He leans into me, pressing me to the wall, pressing his hard on, held tight in his jeans, into my leg, and his hands claw at the hem of my dress until it’s bunched around my waist, leaving me naked below.

“Fuck,” he says, looking down at my naked, shaved pussy. Shaved the way the Doctor instructed, dripping the way he wants it, quivering on the constant edge of orgasm from the vibrations in my ass. If this idiot doesn’t quit looking at me and fuck me soon I think I’ll die.

“Fuck me,” I plead, and the trucker’s expression changes. He goes from looking like a guy who won the lottery and isn’t sure what to do with all that money to a guy who knows exactly what to do, and how he wants to do it.

“Yeah, I’m gonna fuck you,” he says, one hand grabbing my pussy, the other lifting my leg around his waist. “You wet for me?”

I moan again as he runs a finger down my slit and back. I put my arms around his shoulders. I don’t think I can support myself.

“Yeah, you’re wet for me, you little slut. You think you can take me?” he says, and I hear him smiling as he slips two fingers into me. He doesn’t expect to feel the plug vibrating through the walls of my passage. I feel him startle, but I can’t stop, I can’t do much besides hang on and demand that he fuck me.

“What the hell is that?”

“Nothing,” I breathe, and I swear my pelvis tilts towards him of its own accord, trying to take his hand. My whole body is starting to shake, and the plug speaks through me. “It’s nothing. Just fuck me.
Please
.”

He doesn’t have to think about it for very long. His fingers go to work inside me while his other hand rips at his jeans, fucking me sloppily but hard, and that’s all I need.

“Yeah, I’m gonna fuck you,” he’s growling, “I’m gonna fucking wreck you.”

But I’m already starting to come on his hand, and it is like a wrecking ball, like some fucking avalanche that I couldn’t stop if I tried. I grip onto him and bear down, and it comes on with such slow fury that I’m actually frightened, and when it explodes through me I let loose with this long, animal wail, like a freaking alley cat. There’s nothing the surprised trucker can do except let me hold onto him with my vice grip and ride it out.

“Holy shit,” he mutters.

When it finally begins to subside...it doesn’t really subside, fully. Like after a flash flood, the water doesn’t go anywhere for a while. The plug is lower, slower, but still there, still pulsing. The Doctor is still with me. I can feel the water beginning to rise again, and I know it’s not over.

“Oh no,” I mumble. “More.”

“Damn straight more,” the trucker says, and this time he’s ready. He opens my leg, slamming it against the brick, exposing my naked cunt, and pins me to the wall. I’m not going anywhere. His fingers fumble with the zipper of his jeans once more, and I close my eyes, knowing his dick will be free and inside me soon, so soon, so goddamn soon.

“What’s going on here?”

It’s not the trucker’s voice.

Even with my eyes closed I can tell there’s a sudden flash of light.

I open my eyes, and I have to squint into the harsh light. Deep in my sex haze, I’m mostly just pissed that the trucker isn’t fucking me yet, and is instead just standing there. It takes me a moment to figure out what’s going on. But then it’s obvious, even to sex-brained me: that is a cop’s flashlight.

We are caught against the wall, pinned by an actual police officer’s flashlight.

The stillness drags on for another beat, and then the trucker runs.

He
runs
. With his dick wagging out in front of him, he actually runs away. Never mind all the ways this doesn’t make sense – I mean, if his truck is parked in the lot, he’s going to be pretty easy to find – the man runs anyway. I don’t realize I’m waiting for the cop to follow him until it registers that the cop is most definitely
not
chasing after him, and is instead still focused very much on me.

And I’m leaning against the wall of an alley, naked below the waist, with one breast exposed, in the glare of a flashlight.

I quickly pull the bottom of my dress down to cover my pussy, try to discreetly tuck my breast back in to the top. For a brief, brief second I forget all about the Doctor. This should kill the mood. All desire to fuck should be gone. My body is still alive, swollen, ripe, but my brain is waking up fast, and it’s waking up scared and disgusted at what I’ve done.

“Officer...” I begin.

And the plug starts to vibrate.

Oh, no, I think. You can’t. You can’t be serious. I can’t...but it’s no use. I feel it building in me again. I almost want to warn this police officer, who I still can’t see behind his shield of blinding light: run. I am about to turn into a raging sex beast. I can’t control it, and I don’t know what I’ll do.

That I could ask the Doctor to stop floats across my mind as a possibility. That I could lean down, unobtrusively whisper into the orchid, even use my safeword.

But...I don’t want to.

I want to fuck.

And I don’t want to get arrested.

“Officer,” I say. “That was very rude.”

“Excuse me?”

There’s something funny about his voice that I can’t quite place. Like it’s altered somehow. But I don’t care. I don’t care about anything much at the moment besides the thing in front of me that I want and that I’m going to take.

“Very inconsiderate,” I say, raising my hands in the universal sign of surrender, and walking towards him slowly. I’m nearly there, no longer blinded, but unable to make out the features of the large man holding the flashlight, when I realize I just strutted. I don’t think I’ve ever strutted anywhere before.

“Ma’am, are you aware that we have public decency laws?” His mechano-man voice sounds amused. Good.

“I don’t have much interest in being decent right now.”

There’s what I assume is a stunned pause. I’m nearly there.

“Have you had anything to drink tonight, ma’am?”

“Nope. Sober as a judge.”

I’m close enough now that the light only beams down on my tits, as if they’re on display. Talk about indecent. I notice the officer doesn’t move the light.

I could reach out and touch him, from where I am. The old, scared, rational voice in my head makes one more desperate plea: he’s a
cop
. This is insane. You will
ruin
your life, Claire.

On the other hand...what life?

“Ma’am, are you in need of assistance?”

I’m silent, my heart thundering in my chest. It’s that familiar precipice, that place of doubt and fear that I’m getting to know so well.

I’m about to take the leap when the plug pulses and expands, filling me so full of feeling that there’s no more room for those doubts and fears. The plug pushes me over that precipice, and I raise my eyes, smiling.

“Yes,” I whisper.

I reach out and tug on the cop’s belt. He doesn’t say anything. Not yes, not no. So I drop to my knees, and feel for his zipper in the dark.

But first, I find his cock. His large, hard cock, straining against his pants. I almost stop to languish over it, feeling the smooth, fine quality of the material against the hard, angry bulge of what is promising to be a beautiful dick, but the plug urges me forward. It’s the Doctor again, always keeping me focused. It’s almost as though he’s here with me, as though I can fuck him by proxy.

That
thought opens up a can of primal whupass I didn’t know I had.

I rip blindly at the cop’s pants, finally freeing his cock. He switches off the flashlight, and I can’t see anything in the dark, but I can feel, and it is a monster. I grab the hot shaft, feel it throb, feel the silky texture of the skin, and take the head in my mouth. He grabs me by the hair and surges forward, driving all the way to the back of my throat. My eyes water, and I lap at him with my tongue as best I can, savoring the salty precum, the heat of it in my mouth.

The plug wants more. It starts to vibrate faster, harder. It wants me fucked.

The Doctor wants me fucked.

I pull back from the cop’s dick and stand up as quickly as my heels will allow. I still can’t see anything in the dark, and he still remains silent, if breathing a little hard. I’ll have to ask for what I want, just as the Doctor intended.

“Fuck me,” I say, hand pumping on his hard dick, still wet with my own saliva. “Please, I need you to fuck me. Sir.”

Again, an aching pause. And then there are large hands spinning me around and pushing me forward. I stumble a few steps and catch myself on the brick wall just as he catches up to me. There’s the sound of plastic wrapper being torn, there’s a hand pulling my dress up, there’s a leg between mine, kicking my feet apart, and another hand spreading me wide. The buzzing plug picks up its rhythm and intensity, and I know he must be able to see it, to feel it, must somehow know it’s there, but he says nothing and then the feeling of the head of that huge cock pressed against my slippery cunt pushes aside all thought.

He drives all the way into me, and my knees buckle. I’m held up by the wall, by his arm around my waist. The buzzing plug in my ass presses against the walls of my cunt, making it smaller, tighter, pressing in on his dick.

He fucks me madly. The plug fucks me madly, pulsing in time to his thrusts. He pistons in and out of me, silent as the grave, and the pleasure, the fucking, after all this time...I bite down on my forearm, and whimper. I was already so high and sensitive that each stroke hurts almost as much as it pleasures me, and I fucking love it. It’s acute, agonizing, all of it, and I run towards it with abandon. With his cock buried deep in me, the plug filling the rest of me, all of it buzzing together, the orgasm blooms quickly, bubbling up inside me and gushing forth. I scream in the dark alley and come all over his dick, collapsing fully against the wall, tears streaming down my happy face.

The plug finally stops.

The man behind me – whoever he is – pulls out. I assume he came. I wasn’t paying attention, honestly. I couldn’t. But I hear him pull off a condom, feel him pull down my dress. I catch my breath against the brick wall for a few more minutes before I decide to test the strength of my own feet and push off. When I turn around...I don’t know what I expect to find. I guess I expect to find him, the cop.