nothing good comes after midnight

“So you want it rough hmm?”

“Why didn’t you just say you liked it rough?”

“Don’t be afraid to get rough with me, I like it.”

“I’m gonna pound you so hard you won’t be able to stand up afterwards.”

“Give it to me harder!”

“I think that deserves a spanking..”

“I want you to pin me down and fuck me hard.”

“I love it when you get rough with me..”

“Scratch harder…”

“Bite harder…”

“Go on babe, get aggressive, you know I love it.”

“You know those hickey’s I just gave you will probably bruise…”

“I love seeing you covered in my marks…”

“I love it when you leave your marks on me…”

“Make me scream and cry your name..”

“I want you hard and fast tonight…”

“I love a little bit of pain…”

“I don’t want gentle; I want hot and rough this time.”

“I love the way your ass bounces when I spank it…”

“I have all this pent up stress and aggression and no idea what to do with it…”

“I just want to bend you over and fuck you hard…”

“If you keep wiggling your ass like that I’m going to have to spank it…”

“Beg for it.”

“I want to fuck you right now.”

“I’m going to make it hurt.”

“I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.”

“Touch yourself for me.”

“I’m your Master and you’ll do what I say.”

“It’s not going to fit!”

“I’m the only one that would ever fuck you.”

“Spread your legs for me.”

[text] What are you wearing?

“Get on your knees.”

“Did we fuck last night?”

“I didn’t know you were so kinky.”

“I think you need to be spanked.”

“You look good tied up.”

“Put on a show for me.”

“I’m not wearing any underwear.”

[text] I didn’t mean to send those pictures!

“I think the condom broke.”

“You know you like when I tease you.”

“You’ve been a bad boy/girl.”

“We should try adding a third person.”

“You don’t have to be so gentle.”

“Wrong hole!”

“Bend over.”

“I’m never getting on my knees for you again.”

“You’re going to break me.”

“Fuck me.”

“You belong to me.”

“Harder.”

“Punish me.”

If she couldn’t sit still now, he had to wonder what she would do if he slipped his hand beneath her skirt and stroked her. The need for friction was evident by the way she seemed to be fingering her own skirt. He pulled his hand away from her and crossed his arms comfortably over his chest, trying not to smile too much as he watched her and remain as professional as possible. It was adorable how flustered she was, and a ghost of a smile was still ever present on his face. “You have a thing for what? Please elaborate, princess.” When the words finally came out, he laughed, his eyes lighting up in delight as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his lab coat. “Distracting? In what way exactly?”

As she implied that her words weren’t meant the way he had assumed, he froze, pursing his lips, eyes narrowing once more in contemplation. “Truth be told, it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve heard that from a woman, or a patient, especially one as beautiful as you, Elle. That being said, I can’t possibly find a reason to fault you for it.” He stepped closer to her, setting a hand on her shoulder, “you let me take care of those nerves.” Two of his fingers pressed to her carotid artery on her neck, his eyes darting back and forth as he felt the beats pumping beneath his skin. “Now that can’t be good on your heart. What’s been going on, Elle? Tell me everything so that I can better understand your condition.” 

Hands flexed around the fistfuls of navy blue skirt, itching to slid over her own skin. This was something she thought about a times - alone in her room, door shut, music loud. When her hands skimmed over pale skin and she made her heart speed up just imagining some doctor teasing her past professionalism. Everything. Eyes fluttered open, those wide hazel eyes heavy with desire, there was no hiding it on her features. She was never good at lying - wore her heart on her sleeve as it were. “I... It just...” Elle trailed off, letting out a shuddering little breath. “It’s not very professional, sir, I have... a thing for...” Hands lifted finally waving a little as if she could try and convey her thoughts. “With Dr Reinhart it never really mattered as he’s old and well... but you’re... you’re very... distracting.” 

Christian gave her hand a squeeze. “Elle. I’ll call you, Elle, if that’s what you prefer, my darling.” Heat rushed down to his member as she stepped closer and some of the distance between them shrank. Her question made his eyes light up with a devious grin, the beginnings of an erection forming beneath his black slacks. “How do I…want you?” He chuckled in amusement and delight. “Well that’s an interesting choice of words, sweetheart, but intriguing at the same time.” He snapped his fingers towards the gurney, the smile never leaving his face. “On the gurney for me, if you please.” 

The laughter - though she felt not truly at her - only made her blush intensify, Elle practically squirming at the spot. Interesting and revealing choice of words. Because want was all she could feel right then - desire heavy and heady swamping her body. “I didn’t mean...,” Elle stopped, biting her lip - she didn’t like lying and saying she hadn’t meant that would have been a little white lie, “Sorry, I’m just nervous.” Without hesitation she obeyed, moving to pop herself up on the end of the gurney as requested. Ankles caught around one another, hands cradled in her lap as she watched him. 

The heart was something that Christian was an expert on. Yes, he was a cardiologist, but he was also a surgeon, and known for being one of the best in the greater Los Angeles area. Anytime anyone had a complicated surgical procedure or required a second opinion on a case, they would turn to him. Little did his co-workers and the rest of the doctors and nurses know, he was living a double life. During the day, he was the doctor, the heart surgeon, who could be the friendliest, most charming and articulate man that you would ever meet, but at night, the lab coat came off — well, sometimes, depending on who he was with — and he would become a force to be reckoned with, a strict, animal-like, aggressive and highly intimidating Dominatrix. He could be professional in the workplace for the most part, until he saw a potential submissive and then some of that pleasure would get mixed in unintentionally. 

He had been doing well for himself for the past few weeks, since losing his last sub to another man, and while he had gotten over the loss, he was still keeping his eyes peeled for the next one that came along. Christian stood in Room 3 looking over the case file in his hand of a woman named Brielle. His eyes narrowed considerably as he read about her heart condition, a deep scowl crossing his face. When he heard the door open, he looked up and felt his cock jerk to attention at the pretty brunette’s face. “Hi, no, not at all. Dr. Reinhart is out sick today, and I’ve recently been referred to your case,” he replied, a hint of a European accent in his voice. He stepped forward, offering his hand to her. “I’m Dr. Masters.” 

Brielle paused in the door way - the shy, soft smile shifting into a look of dazed surprise, teeth catching on her full lower lip. The sight of the Doctor was like an espresso shot of desire straight between her legs. Instantly she pulled herself straighter, fingers nervously tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She should have made more of an effort but then she had no idea her doctor would be so... mouth watering. This was not going to help her nerves, not when she had gone from nervous to instantly turned on. 

“Elle- I mean, Brielle but everyone just calls me Elle,” she greeted, hand sliding into his own to shake. If she was this nervous and he had barely touched her what was she going to be like? She swallowed, stepping further into the room so the door could shut behind her. It brought her closer to him, Elle coyly looking up through her thick lashes. “How do you want me? I- oh. Where?” It was like every inch of her body had become electrified with the awareness of him, prickling with desire and he was going to have to touch her. This was not going to go well.

PLOT 4: SURROGACY

Muse A is a wealthy business owner who has more important things to do with his time than a family. Now, he is getting up in age and wanting a heir to give all he has worked for. Instead of adopting, he wants the child to be biologically his and needs total descretion in the matter.

Muse B is out on her own and runs into Muse A. Muse A thinks that this person would be perfect for the job as his surrogate as she has the features he wants in a child, plus his own.

The offer is too good to pass up. It includes room and board, food, medical care, and anything else she could desire. She accepts.

“Are you going to leave me again?”

“Be quiet!” 

“Do you trust me?” 

“Don’t pretend that you cared about me.”

“Don’t you love me anymore?” 

“Foolish.”

“Forgive me, please.”

"Get out of my face." 

“Go away.” 

“How could I believe someone like you?” 

“How could you do this to me?”

“How was I supposed to know?” 

“Leave me alone already.” 

“I can’t let you go, not when you’re like this.” 

“I can’t trust you.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

"I haven’t been resting. I can’t sleep." 

“I just wanted to help you.” 

“I needed you and you weren’t there.”

“I said I was sorry.” 

"I thought we were friends." 

“I’m a nobody.” 

“It’s too late now.” 

“It was hard for me to say goodbye.”

“Maybe, I don’t need your help.”

"Please don’t go." 

“Please, stop it already.” 

“Stop lying.” 

“Stop pretending.”

“Stop trying to fix something that can’t be fixed.”

“Wasn’t I worth a goodbye?”

“We need to talk.”

“What more do you want from me?” 

“You don’t care anymore, huh?” 

“You liar!”