Sarah walks through the hospital on her shift, thinking about the way she got to dom someone last night. She wants a repeat, something hot and intense that can make this night shift move a little bit faster.
“Nurse, there’s a man in room seven that needs your attention,” a doctor says.
She fights the urge to roll her eyes and pastes a smile on her face. Now that she knows that men with the most power love to have it stolen more than any other, all the orders from doctors or techs nearly make her laugh.
She walks to the room anyway, her blonde hair swishing behind her shoulders, back and forth, following the moves of her hips. She sees a guy with a broken leg there. He grunts as he looks up at her, then pushes himself further up in bed, looking at her like she’s a gift.
“Hello,” he breathes.
“What do you need?” She asks evenly, not wanting to drag this out.
His eyes stroke over her scrubs. She doesn’t love them, especially since this top pulls tight over her chest, showing off her body more than she’s comfortable with while at work. She’s had plenty of elderly men ask for sponge baths with a smile. Patients tend to treat her like an expectation, as if she’s going to be into whatever they have in mind simply because she brings them the drugs they need and takes care of them.
“Um, I’m feeling a lot of pain. I mean, I know I broke my leg doing something stupid, so I deserve it, but I think it’s that time?” He asks, focusing on her face. “It’s not an emergency or anything, so if someone else needs you …”
She blinks at him a few times and cocks her head to the side slightly. “I can get you your pain meds. You’ve held out for two hours more than expected.”
“That’s a good thing right?”
“Not necessarily. We try to stay ahead of pain here, not behind it,” Sarah replies.
“As long as you all aren’t the ones causing it, then I think it’s all fine,” he chuckles.
She arches an eyebrow. “I think you’re in enough pain. Wouldn’t make sense to cause more … now.”
He watches her for a long time, but when she smiles, he laughs. He’s so submissive. It would be so easy to test him just a little more. She leans towards him. “So … John, how did you end up in here?”
“I was trying to prove I was still young, or could party like I used to. Jumped off my friend’s roof and into the pool, but it was the shallow end and I’m not twenty-one anymore,” he says dramatically. “I should be happy I only broke one leg.”
“That’s really reckless. You should think about the people who care about you before doing stupid things,” Sarah says while checking his chart for his medicine.
“Yeah, other than my parents and the friends that dared me to do it … not really anyone on that list,” he sighs.
“I’ll be back with your medicine,” Sarah says.
She glances back as she walks out and the guy is mumbling to himself, calling himself dumb. It’s almost cute. He didn’t even try to make himself seem macho or impressive. As Sarah collects the medicine, she realizes how quiet the floor is.
“No excitement tonight?” She asks the other two nurses on staff.
“No excitement at all. I’ve already wrapped up all my paperwork and we still have hours to go,” Naomi sighs.
Sarah nods, takes the pills, and mentions that she might be a bit longer with this patient since he’s talkative and lonely.
The girls laugh. Sarah isn’t really known for her bedside manner. She’s the person that’s called when there’s a difficult patient that’s been rough with the other nurses or been problematic in general.
Still, she slides into the room and shuts the door behind her. She gives John his pain meds, knowing that they’ll take a solid thirty minutes to kick in. She looks him over. “So, no one visiting?”
“My parents gave me an earful, other than that, nope,” he says. “Sorry, You know I’m John, but I haven’t seen you before.”
“Sarah,” she answers easily. “I don’t work days.”
“Ah. I’m normally a really good sleeper, but it’s been harder lately. All the noises, less meds, being in a strange place and the monitors. It’s a whole lot to deal with,” he says. “And it’s already midnight. Great.”
“How did you used to get to sleep?”
“I think that’s pretty obvious. I’m a guy,” he answers.
Sarah gives him a look and he blushes from his dark hairline all the way to the neck of his gown. “I mean, obviously I’m not going to do that here. Especially not with you right here. That’s crazy. I might jump off roofs, but I’m not going to just …”
“So you’d masturbate to get some sleep but you’re suddenly a prude in a hospital. Is it because of lack of inspiration?” She asks.
“Well … no. I mean, I don’t look at nurses like that, but um … this is a weird line of questioning, isn’t it?” he asks, laughing uncomfortably.
Sarah puts on a gentle smile. “It’s only weird if you make it weird. This is your room, all to yourself, no roommate so why wouldn’t you help yourself get some sleep? Is it the pain?”
John shifts again. “Once I have my meds, I normally knock out before I can get myself to that point, I guess. Like I said, I don’t look at the nurses like that or anything, so then I have to look something up on my phone and it gets pretty awkward.”
“Interesting,” Sarah sits on the edge of his bed and glances at his cast. “You know sleep is one of the most important parts of healing, don’t you? Denying yourself sleep means that cast is going to stay on longer.”
“I’m supposed to be discharged in the morning, so I’m sure I’ll get back to fine,” he assures. “I appreciate your care, Sarah. Really, but-”
“Show me what you’re working with, then.” She dares.
John’s mouth opens and closes, his dark eyes wide with surprise. “What?”
“Like you said, you’re being discharged tomorrow, so what’s the harm of me helping you get to sleep tonight?” She asks.
“Isn’t that against some kind of nursing … code?”
“If you’d rather me leave, all you have to do is say it,” she informs. “Or, you can be a good boy, lift your gown and show me what’s keeping you awake at night,” she says, looking him over. “So do you want to behave for me, or do you want me to leave?”
“I um …” He hesitates.
Despite John not immediately doing anything, Sarah sees a new bulge in his hospital gown, right between his thighs. Well, if this is him half hard, then the full thing must be great. She licks over her bottom lip and slowly drags her gaze back to John’s face.
“It looks like your body’s ready to obey. Are you?”
He slowly nods.
Sarah stands and narrows her eyes. “You will always give me verbal answers. Do you understand me, John?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he pants.
“Lift your gown and show me what’s nice and hard under there,” she orders.
John isn’t sure about any of this, but Sarah’s gorgeous. Her fully body isn’t hidden by her scrubs and the intense, determined way she’s speaking to him is so different than how any other woman has ever spoken to him that he can’t ignore her. More importantly, some part of him wants to obey.
After a long minute of consideration, he drags the gown up to his hips. He’s thankful he shaved and did all that before the party considering Sarah’s blue eyes don’t seem to miss a thing as they sweep over him, drinking him in.
He bites his bottom lip, not wanting to look at his own cock, especially as it gets harder under her stare. He clears his throat, not sure what to say.
“Look at that, almost entirely hard without needing porn,” Sarah muses. “Maybe it’s not porn you’ve been missing, it’s excitement.”
“Yes, that could be it,” he agrees softly.
“Look at me, John. Be a good boy and you’ll sleep very well tonight,” she promises.
John’s gaze meets Sarahs as she gets closer. She strokes through his hair. “Now, I’m going to give you instructions and you’re going to follow them. You’re not going to hesitate. You’re not going to disobey, you’re going to be as obedient and sweet as a slave.”
“Yes,” he agrees, not sure what – if anything – could possibly make him say no right now.
“Yes ‘mistress,’ is what you’re going to say from now on, slave. Until you come, that’s what you’re going to call me. Do you understand?” Sarah asks.
“Yes, Mistress,” he answers.
Sarah could almost moan at hearing those words again so soon. Her eyes flick down to John’s hard dick. It’s long and thick, perfect in all honesty. She bites her bottom lip, then reminds herself what she’s doing.
“Wrap your left hand around yourself and stroke the shaft – only the shaft,” she orders.
He obeys, slowly working his hand there, but not touching the head, leaving his balls alone, just obeying. Still, he grows harder.
He moans, “mistress … I …”
She grabs the lotion next to his bed and squirts it over his cock. “Rub in the lotion. Keep your left hand on the shaft and use your right hand on the head of your cock. Show me what you like.”
John obeys, thrusting into his fist as he tightens his grip on himself. The hand on the head of his cock tightens, but works back and forth, the same way someone would turn a doorknob. Sarah licks her lips as she watches him continue.
He pants and tries to hush his groans as he keeps touching himself, his lips parted, eyes closed, cheeks flushed. She can tell he’s enjoying it. She can tell he’s getting closer and closer to the edge.
“Stop,” she orders. “Stop now, leave your hands on yourself, but stop.”
He makes a frustrated sound, but obeys. She grins. “Such a good boy. I like knowing you can listen to me even though you’re so close to having your own satisfaction.”
“Please, Mistress,” he pants.
“I promised you’d get to come, and you will, on my time frame,” she murmurs, her fingers stroking over his hand.
He takes sharp breaths as her fingers tease his. She leans over to let him look down her shirt. “I want you to think of what it would feel to have my hands right here. And because I want you to think about that, I’m going to tell you how to fix your hands.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he rasps.
“You’re going to use your right hand on your cock, all over every inch of it. Use your left on your balls. Squeezing very lightly, rubbing, and playing until you moan. The hand that’s on your dick is going to move slowly at first, then faster. Don’t worry about that. I’ll tell you what speed to use,” she promises darkly.
John obeys without question, repositioning his hands and working them slowly over his body. Sarah makes a soft sound, approving his obedience, then lightly touches his lower belly, her fingers getting closer and closer to where she knows he wants them, then shying away.
“Go faster, slave. Show me how you’d want me to use my hand on your dick. But not too fast. We still have plenty of time to enjoy each other,” Sarah says in a low, seductive voice. “You please me and I’ll please you. It’s that easy.”
“Yes, Mistress. So good, please don’t stop,” he moans.
Again, Sarah’s eyes flick to how he’s touching himself. “Faster.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he agrees, increasing the pace again.
The sound of damp skin on skin echoes in the room until Sarah turns the T.V. on. She doesn’t need anyone coming in to spoil her fun. She wants to make this last. So she will.
She moans with John as his hips flex again. She can tell he’s close. Slowly, she smiles and takes his wrist. “Stop.”
He groans, but obeys, still gripping himself as he trembles. “I’m so close, please.”
“You haven’t done this in days, of course you’re close. But don’t you want to wait? Don’t you want to please me?” She asks.
John takes a moment, so she ups the ante. “If you’re a good boy, you won’t have to worry about cleaning yourself up. I’ll do that … with my mouth.”
He lets out another deep groan, his eyes dilating. “Yes, please, Mistress. Please, I want to be good.”
“You’re going to be my obedient little slave, aren’t you?” She asks, leaning closer to him and watching his eyes dip to her breasts.
He licks over his bottom lip. “Yes, Mistress. I’ll obey. I’ll be so good.”
“I know you will,” she hums, her hand still stroking through his hair while the other teased his fingers, still wrapped around his length. “Because you want to finish down my throat don’t you?”
His hips flex again. “Yes, Mistress!”
“Such a good boy. I won’t waste our time together, don’t worry about that,” she croons. “Go nice and slow. While you’re touching yourself, you’re going to tell me what you’re thinking about.”
His hand moves slowly across his shaft, then squeezes the head before going back down again, over, and over. His hand tightens as he moves towards the tip, then loosens further down as he continues massaging his balls.
“I …”
“Don’t be shy, little slave. I’ve heard it all. What are you thinking about?”
“I’m thinking about you taking off your shirt and using … using your mouth on me,” he pants.
“Faster.”
He obeys immediately.
“That’s not nearly enough for you. Give me all the details,” she orders.
“Your hot lips sliding down, your wet mouth wrapped around me. How you’d exhale, getting to see your breasts, knowing you’re breaking rules for me. Fuck, it’s so hot, Mistress. I want more of you,” he moans.
“Faster, slave. Keep going faster,” she orders.
He obeys without question, groaning as he does it. He lifts his head, but she jerks it back in place. “I want you to jerk off like you’re going to get caught if you’re not fast enough. Show me how desperate you are to be in my mouth, to feel my tongue moving against you.”
John gasps and his hips flex again as he thrusts into his hand again and again. His hands keep moving, those slick sounds of skin-on skin echoing in the room, even over the T.V. He grits his teeth to try to keep his moans quiet.
“Such a good slave, so obedient for mistress. You love it don’t you, knowing that I’m in control and I can make you do whatever I want?”
“Yes, Mistress!” John answers, his voice louder and rougher.
“And you love knowing that you don’t get to finish until I say so,” Sarah continues.
“Yes, Mistress. Please let me finish, please,” John whines.
“Stop,” she orders.
He makes a frustrated sound, but his hands stop.
“Put your hands on the bed. That’s where they’re going to stay. If you move them, you’re going to be in trouble,” she warns.
“Yes, Mistress,” he says through gritted teeth.
Sarah walks around the bed, then does it again, watching his body shake with anticipation and need. He’s being a good boy, so good. She can’t hold back any more than he could and she’s tired of trying. She lets her hair down, then leaned over, her hair stroking across his thighs. He moans.
“Please, Mistress. I need you to help me,” he begs.
“Good boy. You have to stay quiet and stay still. If you move at all, I’m going to stop. Do you understand?” She asks.
“Yes, Mistress,” he pants.
She slowly licks up his length, her tongue swirling around the head. John takes a sharp breath, but grips the sheets on the bed tighter. Sarah watches John as she slowly takes him in her mouth, her lips spreading around his length as she sinks further down. Just as he starts to moan, she draws back, sucking the tip harder.
Over and over, she takes him.
He’s struggling to stay quiet, struggling to stay still, and all of it makes Sarah feel so powerful, so overwhelmed that Sarah can’t stop. So she really starts to suck and lick him, taking him the way they both need. When he starts meeting her lips with thrusts, she draws back.
“You have to count down from ten, ten long seconds where I get to enjoy you in silence, and then you’re going to come. If you don’t come before you count to fifteen, I’m going to leave and you have to take care of yourself silently, do you understand?” She demands.
“Yes, yes, Mistress. I understand. I understand,” he chants.
With that, she blows him harder, faster, listening to him count. 10 … she swirls her tongue around the tip and sucks him hard. 9, she takes him further down her throat. 8, her lips meet the base and she nearly chokes herself on him. 7, she draws back, exhaling through her nose until he shivers. 6 she starts al over again.
By the time he gets to one, his voice is high pitched, his grunts barely silent, his hands nearly white from how tightly they’re holding the sheets. She makes a soft sound in her throat and starts counting down, determined to stop when he gets to five.
She manages to get to number 2, and then he whines. “I’m coming, Mistress, I’m coming.”
He floods her throat with his release, pumping into her as he trembles and his abs tighten. She waits for him to finish, patiently licking the underside of his cock until he’s emptied himself. She pops off him, licks her bottom lip, then wipes her lips clean.
“Such a good slave. Now those pills are going to start to kick in,” she hums.
He nods as he lays back, body limp, eyes hazy. She strokes through his hair and pulls John’s gown down. She pats his head. “Be a good boy until the morning. Sleep.”
“Yes, mistress. Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome. This is our special secret. The best dream you’ll ever have. Now get some sleep and enjoy your freedom tomorrow,” she bids.
John slips into sleep as Sarah walks out of the room, a new bounce in her step. Perhaps she doesn’t have to wait for her fun nights out to enjoy being a dom. The thought keeps her smiling for the rest of her shift.
Just before she leaves, she checks on John. He lifts his head, looks at her, smiles, then lays back, letting his eyes close. It’s the perfect secret and Sarah’s sure that John won’t forget their fun anytime soon.
