This is my first submission. I welcome any constructive criticism and feedback. Thanks!
This is a work of fiction. I am not trying to under mind anyone's idea of a true D/s relationship. It is simple a story that popped into my head.
Maggie paused as she opened the door to her last patient's room. She had heard during report that the young woman's condition had not change. She remained comatose although the doctors could not definitively say why. MRIs, CT scans both normal. An EEG done earlier that day to measure brain activity had also been normal. So why was the young woman not awake?
Walking slowly into the room, she again paused at the end of the woman's bed and flashed back to her admission. The girl had obviously been beaten badly. Her face had swollen beyond recognition, her eyes and lips so puffy she had looked alien. More bruises had marred her lean body. And as Maggie had undressed her for assessment she noted an obvious handprint on her left breast, and finger marks around her neck. More bruising discoloured the milky white of her inner thighs.
That night, the woman's brother, Paul, had entered the room. Hard and angry, he looked as if he would kill whoever had harmed his sister. Maggie had found herself attracted to him immediately. There was something in his personality that had stirred her. His dominance and utter disregard for her had left her wet and wanting. And the feelings still disturbed her. She had never been the submissive sort. Arrogant jackasses never turned her on, but this man with his square jaw clenched and sapphire blue eyes blazing had affected her like no other.
Maggie had requested this patient for the last 4 nights, hoping to catch a glimpse of the gorgeous brother. She had not been disappointed, for it seemed the young man never left his sister's side. After that first night, he had softened, no longer hard and angry, but that air of dominance still surrounded him. They seldom talked while she made her rounds. But she had felt him watching her as she worked and Maggie felt herself wanting to surrender under his knowing eyes.
Now as Maggie looked down on the young woman she looked peaceful in rest. Her face no longer swollen beyond recognition, but the litany of bruises remained in the form of greenish yellow discoloration. The girls lips were chapped and split in several placed, no doubt a result of her heinous beating. Maggie felt a renewed stirring of sympathy for the young woman. Whoever had laid their hands on her had been cruel and vicious.
There had been no sightings of the brother today. Neither of the previous two nurses had seen him, and for some reason that made Maggie's heart sink a little. Not that she deluded herself. He was gorgeous, and she was plane Jane. Short and a little too curvy, she always wore her dull brown hair in a tight ponytail. Although her breasts were more than a handful, and a favourite of her previous lovers she didn't have much else to entice a handsome stranger.
She still couldn't keep herself from imagining his hands running over her breasts. Squeezing and twisting her nipples as he nibbled on her earlobe. He would be a fantastic lover. He was hard and lean. Over six foot he would easily overwhelm her 5'3" frame. She shuddered slightly and opened her eyes. This was no place to be fantasizing over her patient's brother, no matter how hot he was.
Maggie sighed and walked to the edge of the bed. She was unaware of the shadow in the far corner of the room.
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Jake sat silently in the corner of the room, watching the girl as her night nurse entered. The nurse had been there every night and yet he could still not recall her name. She was insignificant.
He watched as she paused at the end of the bed. She was wearing an unflattering blue scrub dress, white hose, and black strapped shoes. The white snaps down the front of her gown reflected off the dim light coming from overhead. Her breasts strained against the fabric as her chest rose quicker. Her large nipples pressed against the rough cotton fabric.
Was the little minx getting turned on by the girl in the bed? No. Her eyes were closed. She was thinking of someone else. Him perhaps. The edges of his mouth curled slightly. He had noted her attraction to him previously, but brushed it away as his thoughts stayed with the girl lying in the bed. He had thought she would be awake by now. She disappointed him.
The young nurse shivered and opened her eyes. Jakes cock stirred slightly in response. He looked down at himself and roughly rubbed his hand against his crotch. She had demonstrated some submissive qualities earlier, obverting her eyes to his direct stare, speaking only when spoken to, calling him sir instead of by the name she knew him by. Maybe he could have some fun while waiting for the girl to awake.
He moved before she sensed him, pressing his front against her back. Leaning into her so that her plump stomach pressed into the side rail of the hospital bed.
She gasped at the sudden contact. "Paul?"
Paul? Oh yes, the girl's 'brother'...
He pressed himself harder against the girl's back, causing her to lean over the bed. Pushing her ass into his thighs, rubbing his jean covered erection over her lower back. She was soft.
She tried to turn her head.
"NO"
His voice was deep and dominant and she immediately stopped. He kissed her neck and gently nibbled on her earlobe as reward. His large hands rested on her hips as he pressed his groin harder into his back.
She moaned at the contact, and he pressed harder. His hands moving slowly up her sides until they rested against her voluptuous breasts. He squeezed his hands and felt her large nipples press into his palms. He grabbed the material surrounding her tits and pulled, hearing the snaps give way as they dug against her skin.
Her sharp intake of breath encouraged his rough handling of her and he ripped viscously down on the silky demi bra he found underneath. Her breast settled again in his palms and he squeezed hard, eliciting another moan from the nurse. Her nipples were large against his palms and he moved to pinch them between his fingers and thumbs. He clamped down on them and twisted. Knowing he caused her pain, his member swelling even more because of it.
She jerked against him and drew in a sharp breath.
"Quiet"
She closed her mouth and nodded.
He twisted her nipples painfully again. "Yes sir, is your response."
"Yes sir."
Her scrub dress hung open down to her waist. And he removed one hand from her breasts to slowly slide down her abdomen. The other hand continued squeezing and twisting, eliciting as much pain as he could to her poor tits.
He paused at the top of her satin panties. It was now that he noticed that she was not wearing pantyhose as he suspected, but thigh high stockings. It was his turn to groan, and he bit down on her earlobe as his cock strained further against the unforgiving fabric of his jeans. Holy hell he hadn't expected that.
"You are a naughty girl."
When she didn't respond he pinch her nipple again, causing her to cry out.
"Quiet"
"Yes sir."
"I said, you are a naughty girl. Don't make me repeat myself."
"Yes sir." He roughly twisted the other nipple. "Yes sir, I am a naughty girl"
"Better." He slid his hand beneath the nurse's panties. Running his finger roughly along her slit. She was hairless and wet.
"You are a slut" He said as he removed his hands from her soaked panties.
