An Office Interlude

"Shh. It's OK. This is the fun part."

"Yeah, for you!"

Devlin shrugged, slipped his right hand into a latex glove, then reached for the slender, pink nozzle. He dabbed jelly onto his gloved fingers and coated the tip with clear ointment as she stared. She yelped and tried to twist away when he raised the robe's skirt with his left hand, but he wrapped her waist in a soft, firm arm-lock.

"Stop being a baby, Jill."

"But I don't want you to do that!"

"The ER is only 20 minutes away."

"No!"

"Then be still while I put in a little lubricant."

"Jeesus, Devlin!"

She gasped and kicked the duvet with bare toes while his latexed finger slid between her plump cheeks. He massaged jelly around the tight, puckered hole within. Her ill-advised kicks sent shockwaves of pain through her tummy, so she stopped and reached back to grab a handful of his trousers.

"Let go, Jill."

"Get your finger out of my butt, Devlin."

"It's not even in, yet. Ah! There it goes."

"Naieee! Devliiin!"

"Stop whining. Do you carry on like this with your gynecologist?"

"Ow! Oooh! It ... it's icky!"

His finger twirled just inside the sphincter ring. Warm tingles shot through Jill's bottom and she whimpered as pleasure waves threatened to drown her anger.

"That should do it. Let go of my pants, Jill."

She relaxed her grip just a little. "If I could of grabbed something else, I would of."

"I know, dear. Lucky for both of us."

He smiled, leaned over to kiss her warm forehead, then reached for the tube. She panted and squirmed as he unrolled the coil, then gasped when the slippery tip touched her rear vent. He patted her bottom with his bare hand.

"Just relax, Jill."

"Noo ... oooh! Eee!"

"Shh. It's already in. See how easy that was?"

"You're really getting a kick out of this, aren't you?"

He glanced at her feet. "I hope you meant that metaphorically."

"What?"

"Never mind. Now just relax."

"I wish you'd stop saying that. It sounds ridicul-aieeee!"

With a flick of his thumb he released the plastic clamp and let warm water flow inside her. She gasped and scrabbled the duvet with her fingers. Her anus spasmed and tried to expel the intruder. Devlin cupped her quivery bare bottom with his gloved palm and held the nozzle in place between two fingers. He reached around with the other hand to stroke and rub her tummy. She panted, whimpered, then sighed as moist heat bathed her from within and damped the bitter fire in her belly to a dull ache. Wet gurgles rumbled and she clamped her cheeks hard together.

"I ... I'd better go now, Devlin."

"In a minute, dear. You're almost done."

She glanced at the bag. "It's not even half empty!"

He nodded and pressed on her tummy. "My point exactly."

"Then what do you mean, I'm almost done? Let go of me. Ow!"

A new cramp, low in her tummy, seized her. She grabbed his hand to rip it away, then sobbed and pressed it into her belly. He bit his lip as he squeezed and released, squeezed and released. Jill pressed his palm to her like a heating pad as she moaned. Devlin let go of her bottom long enough to raise the IV stand three inches. Jill groaned and bowed her back to push her hips higher. Warm water flowed in as if from a garden hose.

Red, blue and green sparks streamed in circles before her eyes. A golden glow suffused her tummy, her breasts, her throat. She groaned, deep inside her chest, when he slid the little nozzle from her bottom and dropped the robe over her. He twisted away and pulled her knees to the edge of the bed.

"Can you put your feet on the floor?"

She nodded and licked dry lips as she backed down the side of the bed. The carpet was cool and soft on her toes. He held her hand while she clutched her tummy and stood.

"Don't try to straighten up, Jill. Just turn around. I'll help you get to the toilet."

"No! I ... I'm all right. I can do it myself. Jeesus, Devlin! What did you ...?"

He smiled as the door slammed behind her.

Even in her urgency to get to the toilet, Jill took a second to click the lock on the door. On the other side, Devlin frowned when he heard the telltale snick.

"Jill, don't lock the door! I won't come in, but I don't want you locked in there!"

"I ...I...I'm OK," she groaned between gritted teeth. The cramps overwhelmed her and she wondered why she'd ever let him talk her into this! "Just leave me alone, OK? You've done enough already!"

"Listen, missy! You don't feel good, and the last thing we need is for you to pass out in there. Now, can you unlock it? I'll give you a minute, but I expect you to keep talking so I know you're OK."

Jill groaned again as tears tracked down her face to drip off her chin. She sniffled, clutched her stomach and leaned forward to ease the cramps.

"God, Devlin! What the hell did you put in that thing? I've never felt like this!"

"Just give it a minute and take a couple of deep breaths. It'll pass and you'll feel much better. Trust your Uncle Devlin."

"Ha! Uncle Devil is more like it. I hurt, damn it!" Jill moaned as another wave of cramps hit her like a fist.

Devlin chuckled. "Well, at least I can tell you're still conscious! If you're sure you'll be OK, I'll fix you another cup of tea before your next enema. I don't suppose there's any possibility of your unlocking the door?"

Jill straightened as the cramps subsided. She wasn't about to tell him, but she did feel a bit better.

"I'm not gonna faint, I promise! I'll be out in a few minutes and more tea would be great. And I don't need another enema, either!"

She waited a few more minutes to be sure the enema had passed, then cleaned herself and flushed. As she stood, a wave of dizziness slid over her. She felt sticky and uncomfortable after her ordeal, and wondered if she had enough time for a fast shower. She flicked on the water, gave the locked door a thoughtful glance, then dropped Devlin's robe and climbed into the shower. The hot water felt like heaven, but she knew she didn't dare linger. Heaven only knew what Devlin would do if she did! She soaped and rinsed as fast as she could, flipped off the water and groped for a towel. With the water off, she could hear his fist on the door.

"Jill, so help me! I told you to unlock this door! What the hell is wrong with you? Answer me! Are you OK? You've got 2 seconds to get your butt out here before I get really mad!"

The door-knocks intensified and Jill thought he just might break it down.

"Sheesh, Devlin! Hold on! I'm coming. Cut it out!"

She wrapped the towel around her head, struggled to pull the robe over her still-damp body, then warily opened the door. Devlin stood, fist upraised for one last assault on the portal. Jill edged past him when he didn't move. A quick glance over her shoulder told her that he wasn't happy.

Jill sat down on the bedside, rubbed her hair with the towel, and then hoping to defuse the situation, quipped, "Well, where's a hairbrush when a girl needs one?"

"I'll give you a hairbrush, missy," he growled. "And it won't be for your hair! What part of 'unlock the door,' didn't you understand? Maybe because 'unlock' is two syllables? Hmmm? Can't understand words with more than one? What? I should have said, 'don't lock the door?' Honest to God, woman, you should be spanked!"

She quivered and huffed. "Don't even think that. You touch me, and I swear you'll regret it. Now let me get dressed and I'll get out of here once and for all!"

Devlin sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "OK, I'm sorry. But I was worried. Can't you understand? You felt lousy and if you'd fainted or had a dizzy spell, how the hell could I have gotten to you? Just calm down. I value all my body parts and I'm not about to let you injure any of them. How about another back rub and then another enema to be sure everything's OK inside? I'll even fix more tea. That cup's cold by now. Truce?"

"The tea's OK. I'll drink it cold. Another massage would be heaven, but I don't need another enema."

He shook his head. "No enema, no massage. Plain and simple. Your choice, but if you think about it, you know that you'll feel better with everything out. How about just plain water with a little peppermint soap. Or maybe a little baking soda to soothe your insides. Or maybe two, one of each?" Devlin chuckled when Jill gaped. "Man, I'd like a picture of that look!"

She gnawed a fingernail, then winced as she pulled loose a hangnail and glared at it.

"Damn it, now see what you made me do? I guess maybe ... just maybe ... I'll let you give me another one. I still feel a little icky inside ... and if you dare say, or even think, 'I told you so,' you're dead! Got it?"

Devlin grinned. "Yeah, I got it. Wanna take the robe all the way off this time? I'll put a towel over you, if you insist, but I do a much better massage on bare skin."

Jill stared at him as she considered. The thought of being nude, towel or not, was more than a bit scary. On the other hand, he hadn't done anything to make her distrust him. She nodded as she quivered.

"I guess I can do that ... just ..."

"Just what?"

"Nothing, I guess." She grabbed a towel from the stack he'd brought in earlier. "But turn around, or better yet, go in the bathroom or someplace. I'll let you know when I'm ready."

"OK. I'll turn around. You're safe, Jill. You don't have to be so paranoid."

He turned and Jill shrugged out of the robe as if her life depended on setting a new 'speediest disrobing in history' record. She clutched the towel in front of her with white-knuckled fingers, then flopped on her tummy and tugged the towel to be sure it covered her from her shoulders to the backs of her knees.

"OK ... I'm ready."

Devlin stifled a laugh when he saw Jill huddled under the towel.

"Tell you what ... here's another towel. Let's put them the other direction so I can work in between, OK? Let go, Jill! OK ...two towels ... I'll put them both over you and then I'll pull this one out from under. You won't be uncovered even a fraction of an inch."

Jill looked over her shoulder to watch as Devlin laid two more towels crosswise over her. She reached back to try to hold them in position as he carefully pulled the first one from underneath. With a sigh, she realized that he was indeed trying to make everything as easy and comfortable as possible for her. She lay back down, rested her head on the backs of her hands and made an effort to relax.

She flinched when she felt cool air on her shoulders, but stifled the impulse to reach back and grab the towel again. From half-closed eyes, she saw Devlin pick up the bottle of baby oil, then she felt it's cool oiliness between her shoulder blades. His warm hands began smoothing it across her shoulders and down her back under the towel. He became bolder as she relaxed more and sank down into the bed. He smiled to himself as Jill almost purred with contentment. Warm, gentle hands massaged, caressed and kneaded her shoulders and back until her muscles loosened and her breathing slowed and deepened.

"Mmmm ... that feels so good," she murmured. "Don't stop ..."

Devlin leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "Are you relaxed enough for another enema?"

Jill opened an eye, searched his face for long moments, then said, " I guess ... I still feel a little ... full. Just not too much, OK?"

"How much is 'not too much?'"

"About a quart ... and if you use just a little peppermint soap, it'll help with the cramps ... at least it works that way for me."

"OK ... just lie there and I'll be right back. Same nozzle I used before? You're more relaxed now ... would you rather have the douche nozzle? It'll stay in easier and then I can massage your tummy for you, plus if you want to be on your side, I can maybe rub your back at the same time, if I don't have to hold it in."

She considered a second, then nodded her acquiescence. "Yeah, I guess. That'll work."

Jill closed her eyes and listened to the running water in the bathroom. It seemed to continue for a long time, but she was too lazy to worry about it. She'd told him not more than a quart, and she trusted him not to do anything to make her uncomfortable. As she lay there she mulled over the fact that Devlin was almost the first man she'd trusted so completely on such a short acquaintance.

She realized that the water had stopped and felt air waft over her as Devlin hung the bag on the pole. The bed dipped as he sat beside her ... "Ready? I put in just a little peppermint and I'll use the douche nozzle. Any other requirements, ma'am? How about if you roll over on your left side for me? I'll hold the towels so you're covered."

Jill rolled over, then felt the bottom towel move as he positioned it for easy access to her anus. She whimpered a bit with embarrassment, but calmed when his warm hand rested on her hip for a moment.

"Shhh ... you don't have to be embarrassed. I'm just going to lube the nozzle, and then I'll use my finger to lubricate you ... just like last time and nothing to worry about."

She heard the shushing sound as he pulled a latex glove from the box, then the almost-inaudible click as he flipped open the top on the K-Y. Time slowed as she waited. She gasped and flinched as she felt his fingers between her cheeks. Without thought, she tightened against him.

"Jill ..." He waited as she took a deep breath; he felt her relax, then tense again as his finger pressed against her anus. "Relax ... push back ... c'mon." His slippery finger slid inside and paused, waiting for her reaction.

Jill whimpered as she felt his finger deep inside her. Quivery waves radiated from it. She wondered how she could tell him that she wanted it deeper? She wanted him to ... she didn't know exactly what she wanted him to do ... she only knew that she wanted more, whatever more was.

Devlin chuckled as he felt her involuntary contractions. He wondered if she remembered that she'd told him how anal-erotic she was. In the interest of self-preservation, he decided it wouldn't be prudent to mention it!

He massaged her rectum as she sighed and wriggled against his finger. She sighed again, lost in the warm, squirmy sensation. With regret he slid his finger out, then smiled when she moved against him and moaned her disappointment.

"Sorry, dear. If I keep that up, the water'll get cold. You ready?"

"Mmmm hmmm."

He parted her cheeks again, and chuckled at her lack of resistance this time. With a deft movement, he slid the douche nozzle inside. He hesitated a moment to see if there would be a response, then flicked the clamp open halfway.

Jill shuddered and took short, shallow breaths as the warm water, cooled by the peppermint, coursed inside her.

"Want me to massage your tummy? Or your back? Or both?"

"Mmmm ...." Jill moved against him as his hand reached over and pressed against her lower abdomen. He rubbed lazy circles as she sighed in contentment. Warm water inside, a warm hand on her tummy ... sheer heaven. A finger traced a bit lower, then back up. Jill waited to see if it had been accidental. Devlin pressed a bit harder into her tummy, released, then moved his hand lower, hesitated and waited for her response.

Jill purred and pressed against his hand. He moved it lower still. Her soft moans and wriggles encouraged him. Jill jumped when his finger nudged her clitoris. She turned a bit more on her back, and moved her legs further apart. His finger circled sensitive flesh, then flicked it as Jill tensed.

"Oh, God ... that feels so good...don't stop."

"I won't until you tell me to. Do you need the bathroom yet? The bag's empty. How do you feel?"

"Wonderful ... all warm and tingly inside and I want you to keep doing what you're doing. Would you ...?"

"What, dearest?"

"Ummm ... would you ... maybe ..." Jill took his hand, held it softly and pressed his finger against her clitoris. "Ummm ... Devlin ... would you...I want ... would you put your finger inside me?" Her own words burned a blush across her cheeks.

"Honey, I'll do whatever you want me to do. I just don't want to frighten you. Let me get the nozzle out so you can roll all the way over on your back."

Jill whimpered as the nozzle slid out, then rolled onto her back, knees apart. She raised her hips a little, grabbed his hand and guided it back to her abdomen, then pressed it gently into place. Devlin smiled at the play of emotions that flittered across her face. He slid his hand down farther, rested his thumb against the tight, hard bud, then eased a finger just inside her. She bucked and whimpered as she arched against his hand.

Devlin slid down the bed a few inches and turned a bit for a better angle. He slid two fingers inside her warm wetness, as his other hand pressed her stomach. Jill gritted her teeth as she reached desperately for that feeling she'd always just missed. Warm, soft pleasure swept through her and she relaxed against him. He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"OK, sweetie?"

"Mmm ... I guess I best get to the bathroom."

Devlin twisted, took her hand and helped her up. He curled an arm around her shoulder as she leaned against him in complete trust.

He chuckled. "Need any help this time? Gonna lock the door?"

"No and no. But when I come out ... you've never really said ... would you like me to do the same for you? I'm pretty good at giving ... just let me know."

Devlin watched as she closed the bathroom door. There was no slam this time and no snick of the lock. He opened the closet and flicked hangers until he found his frayed, maroon terrycloth robe.

"Everything OK?" he said as he hung his trousers next to the jacket and wadded the rest of his clothes into the hamper.

"Oh, yeah," Jill called. "I think that one did the trick. Sure you don't want one? I feel great!"

"OK. You twisted my arm. But just the little nozzle, OK?"

Water splashed in the basin for half a minute, then the door swung wide. Jill grinned and ran to him.

"Are you serious? Can I really?"

He hugged her and grinned. "Yes, you may really."

She pouted and hugged him back. "Don't be pedantic. May I put a little peppermint soap in the water that I put inside your evil, pedantic rear end, Professor? Ow!"

Jill's mouth and eyes popped wide and she rubbed mild sting from the swat he clapped on her hypersensitive bottom. She stared into his calm, steel blue eyes as she tried, not very hard, to escape his hug.

"Don't be sarcastic with your employer, young lady."

"Devlin! You know you're not s'posed to spank me. I don't like it."

He smiled, tilted his head a bit to the right and kissed her pouty lips. She tensed, whimpered, then opened her mouth to admit his tongue. He held her close and massaged her firm rear cheeks. Soft velour flowed over the sensitive flesh like electrified silk. She groaned and licked his tongue when he cupped her deep, sensitive cleft and caressed the tenderness between the warm, tingly half-moons.

"Oh! Oh, my God! Devlin! You ... you have to stop. Why are you such a control freak?"

"I'm a control freak? That's good, coming from you, Miss Nobody Can Get Between Me and the Door!"

"Shut up! Anyway, it's my turn to play with your bottom."

She panted into his neck as he wrapped both arms around her shoulders.

"OK. But no more righteous indignation about a playful smack on the tushy, all right?"

"But, Devlin, you know I don't ...."

"Hush," he whispered and covered her mouth with his lips.

After a long, moist minute, he relaxed his arms. Jill sighed, took his hand and led him to the bed. He knelt and stretched, facedown, on the quilt, then grimaced and rolled left. Jill giggled as he scowled at her and adjusted the front of his robe.

"Well, what did you expect, missy? I've been playing with your naughty bits for an hour!"