The Doctor Is In

Ethan Steele, MD - 37 - Pre-Med Professor and OB/GYN

[dr-ethan-steele]

katanabellefleur‌:

katana: not my fault you had to work late and grade papers katana: it’s a shame really, i vaguely remember winning an amateur strip contest.

ethan:  any amateur strip contest is automatically disqualified if i’m not a judge.

ethan:  i am the resident expert after all.

ethan:  i think you should give me a private reprise of your routine.

ethan:  just to make sure the judgment was fair, of course.

[dr-ethan-steele]

colettepreston‌:

As Ethan’s mouth travelled up the inside of her leg Colette couldn’t help but notice how much better she liked him when he wasn’t back chatting her. As he worked his way over her soft skin her grip on the table tightened slightly, head tipping back, eyes half fluttered closed and dark waves splaying behind her. Shit. She wasn’t meant to be enjoying this but…damn he knew what he was doing. A soft whimper slipped over her full lips as he nuzzled at the front of her skimpy lace panties and she parted her long, slender legs further to give her better access, stilettos scratching the floor as she did. Her free hand slid to the back of his head and gripped his hair roughly, holding him right where he was, right where she wanted him. 

Until suddenly she realised just what she was doing. Giving in to him when she prided herself on never letting him win when he didn’t deserve to. She’d sworn never to let him get around her by working that charm on her. Without warning she yanked his head back so she could look him in the eye when she stopped him. Her lips curved into a scowl that rivalled only the one which occupied Ethan’s own. His blue eyes blazed with a furious lust that mirrored the fierce desire she felt cursing through her and her words of rejection caught in her throat, her lips suddenly dry, her skin missing his touch. Her breath slightly ragged she watched him, neither breaking eye contact with the other as though it was a contest as to who would break first. He already had she figured. When he brought it up later she would remind him of who had touched who first. “This doesn’t change anything” she told him with a shake of her head, her hand pushing his head back to where it had been before. 

The most dangerous thing Colette could have done in that situation was to give Ethan the slightest encouragement.  The whimper that escaped her open mouth, the grind of her hips down against his grinning, insufferable face, the hand tugging his hair not to shove him away but to invite him to have at her sweet pussy; those were an open door and one he had to charge through ... tongue-first. “Oh, but it does,” he snarled back, abrading her thighs with his stubble as he nudged her panties aside with his teeth and nose, exposing the folds beneath to a lap of his tongue. “It’s going to make you unable to look at me without remembering how it felt the first time Doctor Steele made you cum.   You’re going to want it again and again and again, Colette.  And you’ll have to fuckin’ beg for it.”  He pressed his mouth flush against her, faint suction applied, the flat of Ethan’s face just below his nose pushing hard against her clit as his tongue entered the most delicious cunt, flexing hard, curling, rolling with the dexterity of an Olympic gymnast in the art of eating a woman whole.  Yes, it did change things.  Power was near enough to taste it.

[katanabellefleur-blog]

katana: okay last night was rough.. katana: how did I even get home?

[dr-ethan-steele]

ethan:  looks like someone had a great night.

ethan:  i’m offended it wasn’t with me.

[dr-ethan-steele]

Astraea Astor.  Junior.  Pre-Med.  Sweet, fresh-faced young woman who Ethan had always enjoyed having in class ... and who may in a drunken stupor have enjoyed having in his bed, too, the other night.  Oops.  The weekend had been time enough to absolve himself of any guilt, or at least that’s what he’d told himself until class this afternoon when he couldn’t stop stealing glances at the blushing, very self-conscious student in the back whose face had left its print on his pillow she’d burrowed against it so hard after they stumbled back from the bar where he’d encountered her.  He said nothing about it, carrying on with his lecture and wondering if he was in fact the dirty old man Doctor Callahan always accused him of being.  Christ, Ethan hoped so.  That would be a life goal fulfilled.  But he did feel a twinge of reticence from how uncomfortable Astraea seemed.  Wait until after class was dismissed and most of the students had filed out, he beckoned her with a curved finger. “Ms. Astor, if I could see you a moment.”  Nothing untoward in that, right?  Not until she drew close to his desk down front where he paused long enough putting his things away to sigh and level a concerned glance at her. “Are you going to be alright?  This isn’t too weird, sitting in a classroom with the teacher whose shoulder you left your teeth marks in?”

@astraeashq

[dr-ethan-steele]

mvsiciisms‌:

after her experience with sunny, the blonde couldn’t help but like when the male put his hands on her neck. even if it had been for the purpose that she had needed to get her throat checked out. her mouth opening wide as the male had asked her. “ahhh.” she made the noise as directed to as she watched him place the tongue depressor on her tongue. “i have been a little. i got a solo in choir and i have to hit a high note during it. i haven’t quite been able to hit it properly.” the blonde explained back to the doctor. “i know, i know. but the concert is coming really soon.”

Ethan clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, taking nothing too seriously not even a sore throat.  He whirled on the stool where he sat, opening a cabinet and pulling out a boxed bottle of syrup which he offered to the worried singer. “I want you to drink a cap full of this, twice daily.  It doesn’t have codeine so shouldn’t make you groggy but it will help heal that beautiful throat of yours faster, sweet pea.  You’ll be fine in no time and ready to stun everyone at that concert.  I just hope I’m getting a ticket, too.”

[dr-ethan-steele]

ofdesircs‌:

lauren continued to grin, wolfish and with the tip of her tongue glinting up against the edges of her top teeth, a breath that resembled both a laugh and an airy moan. “ rip them off? if i keep doing that, you’ll be left with no pants at all! “ she teased, batting her eyelashes innocently at him, even though in reality, she wouldn’t mind at all. not her most convincing argument, but what could a girl do? “ that wouldn’t be so bad, actually. i’ve been looking for an excuse to show off my jack sparrow impression! “ the blonde doctor admitted with a light-hearted shrug and it was her turn to wiggle her hips, this time seductively. “ i really like it when someone compliments my brain, but if we are being superficial, i love this booty too much. “ she shot him a narrow glance, before giving his behind a soft spank as they walked towards the locker room.

Ethan pulled at the drawstrings of his soaked scrub trousers, pulling them back and forth while mumbling through ‘Pony’ by Ginuwine. “If your horny, let’s do it.  Ride it, mah poneeeeeeh!”  It was the best routine he could think of for a doctor turned male stripper at moment’s notice.  Winking at Lauren, he wasn’t the slightest bit dissuaded by the thought of having no pants less. “All the better, talk about ease of access.  Keep at it, tiger.  You can destroy my pants daily.  Jack Sparrow, though?  Not unless you’re going to wear a fake beard.  That would be strangely arousing.”  He helped as she swatted his ass, scooting into the locker room and wasting no time in presenting her with a sight of his bare buns as he kicked off the pants and sent them sailing. “I’m rather partial to this booty, too,” he mused, giving it a little twerk. “And fully willing to be objectified for it.”

[bw-bondage]

[dr-ethan-steele]

ofdelias‌:

delia knew very well, ethan would cancel class for her. he’d done so in the past without much haste. as she had the day off, she thought nothing of coaxing him into coming to her side. seeing him step through the doorway almost fully undressed made her let out a soft mewl of pleasure. she’d done as he had instructed and she knew it would make him happy. delia wasn’t usually this much of a sub for anyone else. she reserved this side for ethan only. the only man she called daddy. in the last several years, her encounters with men were becoming far and few in between. all she needed was him. “ daddy “ she breathed out, a smile appeared on her lips as she took in the sight of him fully. the moan that he released only served to add to the pleasure that was running along the length of her spine. “ please daddy, take me “ she pleaded, her hand reaching out for him. when he twisted the dildo inside of her a ragged moan filled the air from the girl’s lips. only muffled by the fact that she was kissing ethan deeply. her legs quaked before they encircled around his waist. “ I need your cock inside of me. stretching me out so good “ she murmured against his lips, giving his lower lip a slight pull. 

The rules and expectations that had come to define their relationship bound Ethan as readily as they did Delia, and when she conformed to them it meant the world to him.  She meant the world to him.  There were things he would never call anyone else, things he would not do with anyone else.  Moments like this were unique, charged with an energy that could not be summoned up with any but his kitten, his good girl, his raison fucking d’etre.  Knowing how willful she could be, when she chose to obey (and it always was a choice) his big, fast-beating heart could have burst for joy.  And if he had been a more patient man he might have stood in the doorway a long while and just stared at her, presented for him on the bed; their bed as he had come to think of it since the flawless whirlwind that was Delia had up-ended his life.  He would gladly sacrifice any obligation, including his classes, for her, and never so much than when she was like this.  When he bounded onto the bed and she wrapped around him but didn’t take what she wanted he bit back at her lip in return, the outline of his stubble-flanked abrasive against sensitive flesh. “When you let me give you what you need, I am always gonna give it to you, love,” he swore, reaching for her hand, wrapping her fingers around his cock and using it to line himself up with her thighs.  That was a reward of sorts, but it paled in comparison to the ecstasy of the push that buried in him inside Delia, groaning, wrapping his arms about her and pulling her back, atop him, grasping hold of the leash that collared her neck and using it to pull her in for another wanton kiss. “This is how you need me to take you, isn’t it?”  SLAP!  The collision of his abdomen against hers rang like a bell through the room, followed by a roar from her Daddy as his kitten’s cunt squeezed his dick like no one else could. “This is what you’ve been craving all day.  Me, too.  More than anything.”

[dr-ethan-steele]

ofpvrcelain‌:

(¸.• ♛ → “Maybe” She says with a small smile on her lips, looking at him “But you don’t deny that you are not enjoying that” The girl said now with almost a seductive voice. Now he was a bit closer to her, that makes her wonder how this will turn out but she was very excited to find that out, of course “I’m glad…” Now the girl approached until she was almost close enough, between his legs but without touching him, just yet “Olivia, but how should I cal you? Professor? Or you want me to call you in a different way?” Now she asked a bit playful, now looking into his eyes, almost innocent look but not so much since her intentions weren’t that innocent.

Ethan’s smile spread into an expression of sly appreciation for a likewise reckless spirit easily identified in Olivia.  She gave no fucks, either.  Good, that would make this even more fun. “I don’t deny a damn thing, Olivia.  I make it a point to deny myself nothing pleasurable in life and that’s my advice to you, too, as a Professor.  Yeah, I like that.”  He reached to place his palms behind her knees and pull her in closer, between the open V of his legs. “Some of my students confess to having the dirtiest fantasies about me.  Are you one of those?  If not maybe we should create a few memories to fix that.”

[dr-ethan-steele]

when was the last time you had sex?

How about right now as we speak?  Multi-tasking is a fine art.

[itty-bitty-meme-committee]

Ask the muse! You are allowed to ask any muse any question and the muse has to answer with 100% honesty

[dr-ethan-steele]

ofpvrcelain‌:

(¸.• ♛ → A small smile was on her lips now just looking at him “Maybe it was” The blonde admitted, now just being in front of him and crossing her arms “Or it was bad to think that?” To her it wasn’t bad, he always thought this professor had something that she actually likes and she wanted to try, why not but she wasn’t sure if he would be up to for that, he was hinting so yeah maybe that was a good sign.

“You don’t strike me as the sort who really cares about being bad, seeing as you’re flirting with a professor and by everything I can see enjoying it immensely,” Ethan retorted, insinuation dripping from every syllable. “I’m gratified you went to that kind of trouble just to catch my eye, but believe me, you’ve got it.”  He casually slid over the top of his desk, legs dangling off the front of it boyishly and every bit the devil-may-care bastard he was. “I still don’t think I caught your name.  Or what you’d like me to call you when you’ve earned it.”

[dr-ethan-steele]

mvsiciisms‌:

walking further into his office, she simply nodded her head to answer his own question. “i was trying to hit another high note and now it just kind of hurts.” the blonde smiled at the male as she clasped her hands in front of her. walking over to the chair, she sat down in front of him. her ass resting near the edge of the seat as she waited for his response. “do you have something that can relieve the pain in my throat doctor?” the blonde chewed on her lip as she looked up at the male. “can you fix me?”

“Of course, little songbird, we’ll get you right as rain,” Ethan promised, his hands feeling at her neck, stroking it comfortingly as he beckoned her to open her mouth and say ‘Ahhhh’ by mimicking the same action. “Let me see how things look down there, Brooke.  Ahhhh,” he reached over for a tongue depressor and sat it against the pink ledge, looking for signs of irritation and finding redness but nothing more serious than that. “Someone’s been practicing too hard, I take it?  You’ve got to rest this precious gift of yours and treat it like the amazing instrument it is.”

[dr-ethan-steele]

colettepreston‌:

Colette enjoyed riling Ethan’s temper as much as she enjoyed being in control. Seeing the effect the little digs she made had on him only spurred her on to tease him more. He might think he was concealing the effect she was having but the deepening of his gaze coupled with his silence gave him away. Because he always back chatted her whatever she did and this was not normal.

She couldn’t help but let a laugh escape her as he reacted to her report tease. He’d taken the bait, his raised voice not a surprise to her. This was more like their normal interaction. Only it wasn’t. The sudden grip of his hands just below her rear yanking her forward startling her but not as much as his face disappearing underneath the soft material of her thigh skimming skirt. A sharp gasp fell from her mouth as his lips found the smooth skin of her thighs and she had to grip the table besides her for support. She should push him away. Scold him. Suspend him for gods sake. This was way beyond all professional boundaries. But damn. It felt good. Biting her lower lip she tried to remain composed, still not wanting to give him the upper hand. “Well this report is definitely…inventive…” she mumbled with a soft laugh.

Everything ultimately boiled down to control for Ethan as well.  He could not stand to be without it, to be challenged to the point of losing it.  That is precisely what Colette achieved professionally.  She never gave in without a fight, she never took his ideas without question and she never ceased to sink her little barbs into his back until they came to this brink.

Only this time they crossed it.

Crossed it and burned the motherfucking bridge behind them, if the doctor on his knees had anything to say about it.  His mouth was pressed to more adamant service, though, nibbling and kissing up the inside of her leg, biting at the supple skin where thigh met hips, nuzzling at the front panel of her panties and filling his senses with the scent and taste of her.  The feel, too, under rough hands that prised her wide, struck and stroked at her legs, pinched at skin and tugged at fabric. “You haven’t seen how inventive I can get yet, Colette, but before you let our fellow medical professionals know whose face you’re cumming on you will,” he swore devoutly, still scowling up at her in a lust that didn’t tarry far from fury.

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mvsiciisms‌:

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brooke had a bad habit of over working her voice a lot in her singing. it was something that she had been doing for years. and each time she’d have to visit her doctor at home for treatment. she knew that coming to college she wouldn’t have had that option, but yet she was still doing it. that night she had been practicing hitting a high note when her throat had begun to get sore again. she’d tried the nurses, but they hadn’t really been a huge help. but that was when she had found doctor steele. he’d been the first one to help her, and now the one she always turned to. “dr, steele?” she called out as she knocked on his door. “i’ve done it again and need your help.”

Ethan always enjoyed helping students with whatever medical issues they had but few were as immediately welcome and intensely adorable as Brooke.  She had a standing order from him; any time her voice gave her trouble ehe was always available.  Even today, in the middle of a phone call, the second helooked up to see her in the doorway of his office he cut the call and waved her in. “Your throat again, Brooke?”  Immediate concern furrowed his brow, the doctor standing and circling around his desk. “Come sit down, tell me what’s wrong so I can make it all better, sweetheart.”

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ofdelias‌:

delia hung up on the video call, once ethan pronounced he was on his way home. the dildo was still inside of her, and she was practically aching. the brunette weighed her options about ethan’s warning. on the one hand she knew that her defiance would prompt his animalistic instincts to really punish her. however on the other, she wasn’t in the mood to be edged out tonight. she just wanted it hard and rough. to be a quivering mess by the end of the night. so, she did what he asked and grasped the leash in her hand, turning up the dildo to the highest setting. ragged moans filled the air as she heard the door open finally. “ in here, daddy “ she moaned grasping at the white sheets. “ I need you so badly “ she said hips jutting up towards the air. 

More than a few bewildered onlookers watched some poor fool in a white coat running like the Devil was on his heels through the corridors of the university’s College of Medicine.  Ethan didn’t give two cents what they might think and didn’t pause long enough to explain his impromptu marathon.  He hastily dashed across campus to his apartment and just short of kicked the door in.  That was how desperate Delia had made him.  He started shedding his clothes just inside the doorway, leaving a trail with his coat, his shirt and tie, his shoes and socks as he stumbled towards the bedroom.  And there, with a hand having just zipped down the fly of his pants, he paused to stare in awe at the vision of lust spread out on their bed, the buzzing sex toy between her thighs, the leash to the collar she proudly wore obediently held out in her hand, and her lithe hips rising to show off her handiwork to the only man she called ‘Daddy’. “Oh, kitten,” he moaned, kicking his pants off so roughly they sailed across the room to slump near the windows and pouncing into the mattress and the young woman who knew how to make him this ravenous. “You made me need you, too.  Like crazy ...” A sentiment he punctuated with a hand at her collared throat, using the leather and lace choker to pull her in to a full, breathless kiss ... and the warm pressure of his hand against her awaiting thighs, at once taking hold of the vibrating dildo and twisting it inside her.

[dr-ethan-steele]

colettepreston‌:

Colette’s red painted lips curved into a scowl as Ethan grabbed her stethoscope and pulled her so close that his warm breath tickled her skin as he spoke. Her fury that he dared to do that battled with the fact she couldn’t deny that he was goddamn hot and his close proximity did things to her that she hadn’t felt in a while. Things she never imagined feeling for him. If she moved even in the slightest their bodies would be pressed against one another and she was no longer certain that the scenario was one she would object to. “Fuck yes?” she repeated his words deliberately breathy and sultry. If he could play on the sexual tension lingering in the air then she would play him at that game just as well. No, better. “Is that what I say in these little fantasies of yours, Dr. Steele?” she murmured soft, blue eyes watching him through long dark lashes before she pressed a palm to his chest and slowly inched it south until she reached his belt. As her fingers hovered over the metal buckle she leaned in, full lips by his ear and whispered “No” lips kicking into a satisfied smirk as her hand pushed him away. “But I’m curious, what did you decide was the best way to lick me up the legs in a department meeting?” she mused. “Maybe you should put it all in a report and I’ll consider the merit of all your fantasies together. More efficient that way…”

Ethan had never found the fortitude in himself to hold back.  His often flippant and sometimes downright inappropriate comments, his sexual appetites, his razor-sharp opinions which were never dulled for anyone else’s sensibilities; anything he invested with real passion wasn’t casually approached.  It was attacked.  Whether by temper or temptation once his dander was up he charged in like a bull and always had.  It had made him a doctor who was never daunted by the challenges that arose during complicated surgeries ... and a man who never knew how to keep his mouth shut or his hands to himself.  Colette’s provocations, and especially that dangerous play of her fingers down his chest to toy with the pent-up frustrations contained by his belt, would have let her feel what she couldn’t hear: a near-silent vibration as he held back a groan.  The same edge lit his smoldering gaze but to his credit he stood his ground, silently, saying nothing at all.

Til she had to go and remind him about licking her up the legs.

“Put it in a report?  Brace yourself, Dr. Preston,” he warned, voice rising like the arrival of a storm. “I know just where to fucking put it and I don’t mean on paper.”  Ethan fell to his knees but it was far from surrender.  He took bold grasp of Colette’s legs up near the curve of her rear, pulling her in as his determinedly scowling face darted forward, nosing up the bottom of her skirt and making straight for her thighs.