She rested her head against her upraised arm, melting into his touch, and swore she could feel an amazing energy moving between them, as strong and steady as the ocean tides. A hush had fallen over the crowd, but that didn’t matter; the only thing that mattered was Bryan, her master, exerting his control over her body. She relaxed further as desire uncoiled in her lower belly and brought a flood of warmth to the soft flesh between her legs.
His tone deepened until it held the edge of a growl, and goose bumps ran across her body. “I chose a vanilla oil that is also edible for the exam. Feel free to use whatever type of lubrication you want. For those that enjoy grooming their sub or being pampered by them, this can also be done in a shower or bath while using soap or bath oils.”
He cupped her breasts and ran his thumbs in slow, sensual circles around her nipples until she was fairly begging him with her body to touch the nipple itself, leaning into his touch as much as the restraints allowed. He gave her breasts a gentle squeeze, and her pussy clenched, her whole body hot with arousal. The knowledge that there was a roomful of people watching them faded as his thumbs brushed over the tips of her nipples, and she couldn’t help the groan that worked itself from her throat.
“I would suggest that every time you bathe, you pay attention to your body as you wash your breasts. Just become familiar with how they feel, the texture of the tissue within.” He gave her breast a squeeze that elicited another groan. “The better you know your body, the sooner you’ll notice when something is amiss.” Something moved through the energy between them, and she heard the slightest hint of tension in his voice. She had a moment of clarity as his touch hesitated, then continued. This had to be extremely hard for him to do, and she wished she could see him, could let him know with her gaze that she was here for him. His lips stroked against her cheek. She turned her head so she could try to reach his mouth, to kiss him and offer him comfort. To let him know he wasn’t alone.
His mouth brushed against hers, and he whispered, “Are you okay?”
She took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes, I trust you.”
He made a pleased sound deep in his throat. “Most doctors recommend that you do the exam six days after the last day of your period. Using the pads of three fingers, begin to gently feel the breast for lumps.”
The sensation of his fingertips tenderly rubbing along her skin made her want to purr like a well-loved cat. His touch was so soft and yet firm, small circular patterns that left no inch of her breast untouched. He started with the sensitive skin of her armpit and worked his way around her collarbone in concentric circles, then up and down strokes. She found herself leaning into his touch as her breasts became full and heavy with arousal.
“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.