by B. B. Hamel
“Why are you running from me?”
She stares, but doesn’t answer.
“Don’t be a petulant child,” I snap.
That pisses her off. “Don’t be an asshole,” she snaps back.
I take a breath. “Ruby. Why are you running?”
Her expression softens. She bites her lip and looks away. “Who was that woman?”
I watch her for a few seconds, not sure what she’s talking about. I have a few female patients, and there are a ton of female doctors and nurses. She could’ve seen me speaking to any number of women in the last few days.
“I’m sorry,” I say finally. “I don’t know who you mean.”
She glares at me. “The blonde woman. The one you were fucking in your office.”
I feel like she just kicked me in the shin. “Fucking in my office?” I manage to say, almost laughing. “What are you talking about?”
She glares daggers. “I went to see you a couple days ago. When I got to your office, I heard… you know.”
“No, I don’t know,” I say, slowly understanding what she means. “What did you hear?”
“Sex noises,” she says, practically whispering.
“You think it sounded like I was fucking someone in my office?” I ask her.
She glares at me again. “Stop it. This isn’t funny.”
I sigh, shaking my head. “Ruby, listen. I wasn’t fucking anyone.”
“How do I know that?”
I step closer to her. I can tell she wants to bolt. Her eyes scan the room for an exit.
“You saw a blonde woman, tall and slim, right?” I ask her softly.
She nods. “Right.”
“How closely did you look at her?”
She frowns slightly. “Not… too closely.”
“So you didn’t notice that her blonde hair was a wig?”
Her frown deepens. “No. What does that matter?”
I sigh and step closer to her. “Listen to me, little gem,” I say softly. “The only person I’m fucking in my office is you.”
She bites her lip. “Who was she?”
“A patient,” I say softly.
“Why did it sound like she was moaning?”
“Because she was,” I say. “Sort of. Three years ago, the patient checked into the ER after a particularly bad car accident. She broke her back and had horrible burns all over her body, including her scalp. It burned away her hair.”
I can remember meeting Mia for the first time. Twenty-eight, her whole life ahead of her, broken into pieces.
“That’s horrible,” Ruby whispers, eyes wide.
“I was her doctor. I barely kept her alive, but she’s a fighter. She survived, got some good surgery, and now she lives a normal life… almost.”
“What was she doing with you?” Ruby asks.
“I was giving her a massage.”
Ruby blinks. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.” I take a breath and let it out. I step up closer to her, my hands on her hips. “I used to give her massages when she was my patient, just to work her back muscles, relieve some of her pain. She’s still in pain, and she says I’m the only one that can help some of it go away. So I give her a massage maybe once a month.”
She stares up at me. “That’s it?”
“That’s it. I give her a massage, ask about her life, and she leaves. She says it helps, and…” I shake my head. “I guess I can’t stop myself. If I can help her, I have to try.”
She takes a breath and lets it out. “I feel really, really stupid.”
I grin at her. “Don’t. It’s fine.”
“Really, I thought you were…”
“Fucking her. I know.”
“It’s what she sounded like, you know?”
“I know,” I say, laughing softly. “She really does sound like she’s getting fucked during it. A lot of people do, actually.”
Ruby shakes her head. “What are we doing?” she asks.
“You know what we’re doing, little gem.” I lean down and kiss her lips softly. “Do you need me to spell it out?”
“Please,” she whispers.
I kiss her again, my hands on her body. I slowly pull her top off, dropping it onto the floor, and unhook her bra. She slides it off as I cup her breasts, teasing her nipples.
“I’m making you feel good,” I whisper in her ear as I start to unbutton her jeans. “You do everything I tell you to do, you call me Daddy, and I make you come harder than you ever came before.”
“Is that all?”
“That’s a lot,” I say, sliding my hand down her panties. “I’m your Daddy now, Ruby. You’re mine, all fucking mine. This wet pussy, this dripping fucking pussy is the only cunt I need.” I tease her clit, rolling my fingers around it. “This is all I need.”
She groans softly as I slide my fingers up inside of her. I start to stroke her, and my cock’s so fucking hard I can barely help myself.
I realize as I slide my fingers in and out that I don’t think I can control myself this time. I’ve been so good, so fucking good, but now I think it’s finally time to let loose.
She needs to be reminded why she’s calling me Daddy.
I push her back up against the bed and hike her up. I get her right at the perfect height, my bulging cock against her wet panties as she wraps her legs around me.
I take off my belt. She helps me unbutton my pants. I pull them down, step out of them, as she tugs at my boxer briefs.
She takes my cock in her hands as I step out of my briefs and strokes it slowly. I reach down between her legs again, teasing her clit. She kisses me, tongue against my tongue as desire spikes.
“Did you ever think you’d end up naked on a hospital bed?” I whisper in her ear. “Did you ever think you’d get fucked by a doctor?”
“No,” she whispers back.
“We could get caught at any moment. Someone might try to come in here.”
“You locked the door, right?”
“Right, but that won’t stop them if they really want to come inside. And this room isn’t soundproof.”
She bites her lip as I push my fingers inside of her. “Fuck,” she frowns. “Are you trying to convince me to stop?”
“No,” I say, smirking. “I’m just trying to make you afraid.”
She groans as I pull her hair back. “I’m not afraid,” she says.
“Good. You’re in good hands with your Daddy.”
“Dr. Daddy,” she moans.
I smirk and kiss her neck as she strokes my cock.
I pull my hand back and push her down flat onto the bed. I spread her legs, standing at the edge, and adjust the bed’s height again. I push my cock against her pussy as she watches, gripping the edges of the mattress.
She bites her lip. I slide my cock into her pussy, slow at first. She tips her head back, arches her back. “Shit,” she manages.
I take it slow at first. She needs to get used to my big cock. I’m long, thick, bigger than she’s ever had before. I pull her close as I sink myself completely inside, kissing her neck, her lips. I swallow her moans, stifling them with my mouth as I start to grind against her, standing at the end of the bed, her legs wrapped around my hips.
She feels so fucking good. I knew she would. I was saving this, ready to savor it like a fine fucking wine.
And this is even better than I ever could have thought.
Tight, warm, amazing. Her hips move just the right amount as I slowly pump myself in and out of her, my brain buzzing with desire, filled with her moans.
I grab her hair, tug it back. She gasps.
I grip her hip with my other hand.
Thrusting deeper. Pushing harder. I can feel her legs tighten. I fuck her pussy deep in and out.
I kiss her neck and tease her breasts. I can feel the hospital bed shake. It wasn’t made for this.
I pull back and slide her off. She stares at me, pressing herself against my body, leaning forward to bite my bottom lip. I grunt and t
urn her around, pushing her down, bending her over the bed.
I spank her ass and she gasps, staring over her shoulder at me. There’s anger and surprise in her eyes.
“Call me Daddy,” I grunt at her, stroking my cock with one hand.
“Daddy,” she whispers.
I spank her again. She groans and I tease her clit as I step closer. “Say it louder,” I command.
“Daddy,” she says again, eyes meeting mine.
I spank her ass again as I press my cock deep inside. She gasps, wiggling her hips. I love the feeling of her smooth skin against mine.
I start to fuck her like that, gripping her hips. She holds onto the bed as my big cock tears into her, pushing deeper, pulling her to pieces.
I grab her hair, holding tight, thrusting deep. She wiggles back and starts to move her hips faster, practically riding my big dick. I groan, fucking her cunt, panting softly.
I let her ride me, pushing back. I can see a bead of sweat on her skin and I spank her again, nice and hard. I’m going to leave handprints on her perfectly pearly skin, and the thought makes me smile.
“Fuck me harder, Daddy,” she groans. “Come on, fuck me.”
I grab her hair, grinning bigger. I rip into her, fucking her rough. I reach around to rub her clit as I slam deeper and deeper into her tight pussy. I should’ve realized she loved it rough.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” she whines. “Oh, fucking faster, Daddy. Please, I need it.”
“You need it?” I whisper, fucking her deep and rough. “Beg me.”
“Let me come, please, Daddy,” she groans. “Oh, god, please. I’m begging you. I need to come so fucking badly.”
I fuck her harder, faster. I thrust into her over and over, rubbing her clit, falling into a rhythm that makes her moans get louder.
I use my free hand to cover her mouth as she comes. She grips the bed hard and bears down on my cock, and I can feel her whole body tightening, contracting. She rolls with the orgasm, letting it move through her.
It’s so fucking sexy. I can barely control myself. I keep going, thrusting into her, unrelenting. I’m not going to show her any fucking mercy. I’m her Daddy, she needs to learn to respect what I want.
I come deep inside her pussy as she’s finishing. It makes her groan, head rolling back. I put my hand around her throat as I fill her tight pussy with my cum, thrusting again and again, losing myself completely.
We finish together, panting, sweating. I slide myself out and kiss her as she turns to face me.
“Fuck,” she whispers, grinning ear to ear. “I didn’t expect that.”
“I did,” I say.
She shakes her head and puts her cheek against my check. I hold her tight, wondering briefly if anyone heard us.
I’m not sure I give a shit.
“Listen,” I say. “Give me your number.”
“Yeah?”
“I want to see you outside of this place.”
She looks up at me. “Are you sure, Daddy?”
I grin. “I’m sure.”
“I didn’t think you left the hospital.”
“Believe it or not, I have a life outside here.”
“I don’t believe it at all.”
I laugh and kiss her, not sure what to do with this girl, my little gem.
9
Ruby
As it turns out, he wasn’t lying about having a life outside of the hospital.
“It’s weird seeing you without your doctor jacket,” I say to him.
“It’s called a lab coat,” he says. “And it’s weird seeing you without a scowl.”
I grin at him, get on my tiptoes, and kiss him. “Same to you.”
He smirks and squeezes me hand. We walk through the park, heading down the path toward a stage set up in the open air. It’s not very crowded, but more and more people are filing in.
We grab a bench toward the back and I snuggle close against him. It’s a beautiful fall afternoon in Philadelphia, getting slightly chilly, but not cold yet. Perfect weather. I look forward to it every year.
Aiden picked me up in a black BMW and we parked not too far from here. We talked about my job the whole way over, and he seemed genuinely interested in what it’s like to work in an ad agency. It wasn’t my first pick, of course, but there aren’t many choices when you’re mostly only good at drawing and nothing else.
“So what did you drag me out here for?” I ask him.
“It’s a concert,” he says.
“I can see what.” Some musicians are setting up on stage, a keyboard, a bassist, a drummer, and a saxophone. “What are they playing?”
“Jazz,” he says. “Well, jazz covers of Slide songs.”
I perk up. “Slide? I love that band.”
“Me too,” he says, grinning. “Good choice.”
“I’m not a huge jazz person, though.”
“Nobody is until they try to be. Takes a little to understand it, but when you do…”
I shrug against him. “I’m not an acquired tastes kind of girl.”
“You like immediate gratification.”
“Instant,” I correct.
He shrugs. “Sure. You need it right away, is the point.”
“I guess so. I’ve always been like that.”
“Were you parents divorced?”
I bite my lip. “How’d you know?”
“Just something I’ve noticed. You millennials…” He trails off at the look I’m giving him. “What?”
“Don’t start with the millennial bullshit. I’m so tired of you old people bashing my generation.”
“Why?” he asks, laughing.
“We didn’t fuck this world up, you know? Your generation did. The damn baby boomers let the world go to shit, and now we have to clean up after your mess.”
“That’s true,” he admits.
“Life is way harder for us whether you old people want to admit it or not. And it’s mostly your fault.”
He sighs. “I’m not that old.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Seriously. I’m Gen X.”
“Really?”
“Really. Flannel shirts, Nirvana. All that stuff.”
“And now jazz in the park.”
He grins. “Yep. Even you’ll get older one day, little gem.”
I shake my head. “Never. And if I do, I’ll age gracefully while also still caring about our planet and poor people.”
“Unlike baby boomers?”
“Unlike baby boomers,” I agree.
He laughs and pulls me closer. The musicians on stage are getting settled and started.
The music begins, flows over the people. I watch them play at first, and while it’s pretty cool to hear these familiar Slide songs get jazz deconstructed, I end up watching Aiden’s face instead.
He’s fascinated by the music. He looks like he’s genuinely happy, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before.
I know there’s a cliché about music transporting people, but this is the first time I’ve ever thought it might be true.
I squeeze his hand and he smiles at me.
“You like this,” I say to him.
“I do,” he admits.
“Do you play anything?”
“Piano,” he says. “Not very well.”
“I’m sure you’re great.”
“I have good hands,” he admits. “But I made a choice a long time ago. Or a choice was made for me.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
He hesitates, glancing down at the ground. “I had very intense parents,” he says softly. “They pushed me to succeed. Second best was never, ever good enough in their eyes. Back then, I had to choose if I’d try and live up to their expectations or if I’d try and do what I want…”
“What did you choose?” I ask, although I already know.
He grins. “Parents love to have a doctor in their family.”
I nod slowly. “I get that.”
“Do you?”
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bsp; “My parents did the opposite. They didn’t push me, didn’t direct me, just supported whatever I wanted. And I ended up going to school for marketing, even though all I want to do is draw.”
“You ended up selling out anyway.” He grins at me.
I nod. “Exactly. I wanted to make them proud even though they weren’t pushy.”
“You’re a good daughter.”
“I try to be.”
He grins at me. “I was an awful son. Always gave them shit, even when I did what they wanted.”
“I’m not surprised. I mean, you don’t exactly have a huge fan club at the hospital.”
He laughs again. “That’s true.”
“Why are you always so mean to everyone there?”
He’s quiet for a second, smiling and watching the band. I think he didn’t hear me, but he speaks after a short pause.
“I think I want them to live up to my expectations, but they never do.”
“Like your parents,” I point out.
“I’m aware of the irony.”
“It must be hard, though. Don’t you get lonely?”
“No. I solve cases. I save lives. It’s what I do.”
“Still. I’d want friends.”
“Friends can be dangerous, you know.”
I sigh, pushing against him. “Come on. Really?”
“Really. Friends can be a distraction from what’s important.”
“You can’t just live your life in that hospital.”
“I’m not. We’re in the park, aren’t we?” He grins at me and kisses me softly.
I kiss him back and as we pull apart, I notice an older woman, short white hair, thin severe face, staring at the two of us.
I can’t figure out why until I notice Aiden staring back.
“What’s wrong?” I ask him.
“It’s the age difference,” he says softly.
“Excuse me?”
“That’s why she’s staring.”
“I doubt it.”
“I don’t.” He looks down at me. “You’re half my age.”
“I know. Who cares? It’s a modern world.”
“Not to people like her,” he says softly. “To people like her, we’re ruining America. Destroying her culture.”
I roll my eyes. “People always forget that America was founded by a bunch of religious fanatics escaping persecution. We have weirdness hardwired into this country.”