Ann Mayburn - Sodom and the Phoenix

“You can use either a circular pattern like I’m doing or a straight up and down like rows of corn. Make sure you examine the whole breast area from the underarms all the way to those beautiful, responsive nipples.”

His fingertip traced a circle around the hard peak of her breast, and she shivered, her panties wet. The people watching them ceased to matter as she became more and more focused on his touch, sinking deeper into herself until Bryan seemed to be the only thing anchoring her to the real world.

“When examining the nipple, make sure you gently squeeze it to check for any discharge.” He tugged on a hard tip, and her hips thrust forward with each pull. “Some discharge is normal, especially for women that have breastfed recently. If it has a foul odor, make sure you get your sub to the doctor ASAP as it could be a sign of an infection.”

The warmth of his fingers left her skin, and she whimpered for a moment before his mouth descended on her breast, licking in swirling circles around her areola until she had to bite her tongue to keep from begging him to take her right now, in front of all these people. His teeth fastened on her nipple and tugged, pulling an answering cry from her that seemed to echo in the room. After a gentle suck, he released her.

“Delicious.” The crowd laughed. Tanwen giggled when Bryan gently tickled her ribs before sliding his hand up to cup her other breast. “Most women’s breasts are different sizes and shapes, so don’t be alarmed if you notice that. It’s perfectly normal. While you’re doing the exam, check for redness of the skin, puckering, or swelling and any noticeable change in size and shape. Don’t forget these same exam techniques can and should be used on men as well.”

Tanwen alternated between wanting to giggle and moan as Bryan gave her the best breast exam she’d ever had. Of all the things she thought he would do with her here, this had to be last on the list. Though she had to admit, it did make sense, and she hoped the audience was taking his demonstration to heart. In fact, she felt very proud of him. Not everyone could take such a horrible event in their life and use it to try to help others. Beyond that, not many men she knew would be brave enough to not only talk about breast cancer but discuss how to do breast exams for both men and women.

He was perfectly polite and almost clinical in his approach, but every once in a while he’d linger a little more than necessary and his voice had taken on a rough edge by the end. “Thank you for your time. Please remember that a malignant breast lump may have an irregular shape and feel bumpy, somewhat like a golf ball, and sometimes be very hard, like a slice of raw carrot. Or it may just feel like something out of the ordinary. Basically if you feel anything different, get it checked out.”

His voice took on a sensual tone that sent a renewed rush of moisture between her legs. “After you’re done with your exam, reward your sub so both of you will look forward to doing it once a month. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take my delectable sub and give her the reward she so richly deserves.”

Laughter and cheers from the crowd followed this statement, and Tanwen blinked as Bryan removed the blindfold. As she focused on his eyes, her body tightened with need at the raw hunger in his gaze. Someone undid her wrist and ankle cuffs, but she was unable to look away from Bryan. Another set of hands tugged her shirt back into place, but it kept slipping. Bryan removed his jacket and draped it around her shoulders, enveloping her in the heat of his body and the scent of his cologne. Without a word, he swung her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. More laughter and catcalls followed them off the stage and out of the dining room.

“Sir, you can put me down now.” She felt strangely giddy as she watched the carpet of the hallway became the polished marble of the foyer. His butt looked divine as he walked, and she eagerly gave it a squeeze.

He paused long enough to give her bottom a spank before continuing on to the elevators. “I’m not giving you a chance to run away.”

They reached the elevators, and he set her on her feet, keeping his hand clamped around her wrist. Her laughter died in her throat as he hustled her into the empty elevator and jabbed the button for his floor. Before she had a chance to draw a breath, he was on her, pressing her against the wall with his body and kissing her hard and fierce.

Fire lit her blood, and she moaned her appreciation into his mouth. He growled back and slid a hand between them, pinching her nipples hard enough so that she yelped and tried to squirm away from him. He held her face in one hand while he tormented her nipple with his other. “You will stay still and let me do whatever I want to these beautiful breasts. You will take every ounce of pain and pleasure I have to give you, and you will beg me for more.”

She arched her back into his touch, barely cognizant of the bing signaling they’d arrived at their destination. With a muffled oath, he tore himself from her and pulled her out of the elevator after him, hustling her down the hall to his room. The moment the lock on his door clicked, he pushed it open and hauled her in after him.

She had a brief impression of a big bed covered in a hunter green quilt and heavy mahogany furniture before he slammed her against the wall with a growl. Despite the violence of his movements, she didn’t fear that he would hurt her; he’d made sure to cushion her head against his hand as she hit the wall, absorbing the brunt of the impact on her bottom. Her giggles tapered off to moans as he pulled his jacket from her shoulders and ripped her shirt from her body in a loud snarl of tearing silk.

He immediately pulled one breast tip into his mouth and bit down, sending electric currents of pain through her body that somehow rebounded into pleasure. As he sucked and nibbled on each breast, she ran her fingertips over his face, his shoulders, his lips where they met her skin. She desperately wanted him naked against her, to feel his skin in the real world pressed to her own.

Bryan tried to battle the frenzy that consumed him, but he’d have better luck commanding the sun not to rise. Having Tanwen up on stage with him for his demonstration had been a big mistake. Every time he’d done the demonstration before, it had been with women he didn’t know or who were just friends.

With Tanwen, it had been different. He evidently cared for her more than he was ready to admit, even to himself. The connection he’d experienced with her while they were doing the demonstration was deeper than anything he’d felt in years. When he looked at Tanwen, he didn’t see someone he could have some fun with, then part ways when things got too serious. No, she was the kind of woman he and his friends used to call a “keeper” when they were teenagers. The kind of woman a man could see himself being happy with for the rest of his life.

As he’d talked about his late wife, he couldn’t help but want to gather Tanwen into his arms and hold her warmth to him. The thought of losing her like he’d lost Katie had started an irrational fear he’d had to battle every moment of their exam. He’d found himself fighting the idea of losing Tanwen to illness or an accident or any of the thousands of bad things that happened every day to good people.

He was pretty sure he held it together enough so the audience didn’t notice, but with every touch of Tanwen’s soft skin, he’d had horrible flashbacks of feeling the lump in his wife’s breast. Though he’d managed to get through the exam without breaking down, it had been close. When his search had revealed nothing but normal, healthy tissue in Tanwen’s breasts, a relief so profound had washed through him until he’d been in danger of falling to his knees. Though they’d only known each other for a brief time, that didn’t stop his territorial instincts from demanding that she was his. That every gasp of pleasure and sigh belonged to him alone.