by BJ Wane
She shrugged him off, irritation lacing her voice as she replied without pausing in brandishing the bright blue paint onto the canvas. “You’re not my doctor anymore, remember? You ditched me, so you don’t get to ask about my health.”
“It’s not ethical to sleep with a patient,” he returned, his cool rebuke drawing a flush over her face that looked better than the fatigue. That hadn’t been his main concern at the time but acknowledging his deeper feelings didn’t negate that motive.
A chagrined wince crossed her face. “I didn’t think of that.” The doorbell chimed and she flicked him a rueful glance, arching her head back. “That’s the pizza I ordered. I hope you like the works. It’s already paid for.”
Mitchell pivoted to go back inside, tossing over his shoulder, “Evasive truths are the same as lying and have consequences. I’ll get it.”
“Saying I’m not hungry when I am doesn’t count,” she argued to his back.
Lillian’s buttocks clenched at that threat regardless of his mild tone. Needing a few minutes to get herself together, she soaked her brushes and brought her supplies inside, putting everything in the spare bedroom. She heard Mitchell talking to the delivery person then the front door close as she strolled into his bedroom. Upon exploring the house after she returned from a shopping trip into Billings, she discovered the kitchen wasn’t the only room in the middle of a renovation. The second bathroom was stripped to the studs, leaving the master bath her only choice.
Her eyes went to the king size bed as she started across the room, the objects lying on the navy comforter halting her in her tracks with a heated stare. She took two steps closer before Mitchell appeared in the door, her nipples puckering in defiance of the rest of her going hot and then cold. Pointing, she demanded to know, “What is that?” She recognized the anal dildo, just not the other, odd thingy that was giving her conniptions.
“A vibrating butt plug.” An amused brow winged up as he gave her a bland look.
She released an exasperated breath. “The other thing. And you’re so not putting that fat object up my butt.”
“You liked the anal beads,” he reminded her.
Unable to deny that logic, she drew a breath for patience and replied slowly, “Those were a lot smaller and you took me by surprise. What is that wheel with pointed spokes?”
Walking over to the bed, he picked up the item that popped up goosebumps along her arms with one look, and not the good kind. “It’s an e-stim pinwheel. Don’t worry, I know how to use it safely, and where. Pizza’s getting cold.”
Electrical stimulation? A shiver went through her. It was unfair how good he was at stirring her curiosity and lust with a few words accompanied by one of those intent looks.
“Same goes for the plug. There’s an enema under the bathroom sink, if that’s a concern,” he tossed out casually.
Lillian didn’t embarrass easily, but the matter-of-fact way he said that made her face burn. Spinning around, she went into the bathroom and slammed the door, the deep rumble of his laugh defusing her abashed indignation. She’d just stepped under the hot spray of one showerhead in the spacious marbled shower when she heard the door open. Peering through the smokey glass, she watched Mitchell walk in and start undressing.
Her pulse jumped as he joined her, all six-foot-four inches of naked, lean muscled male, and she went damp with wanting him, whether he was right for her or not. “I thought you were hungry for food first.” She cast a pointed glance at his jutting erection.
Wrapping a hand around his cock, he stroked up and then down as he closed the shower door behind him and moved up to her. “I am, which is why I’m here to speed you along.” Reaching up with his free hand, he turned the spray to the side and picked up the soap, crowding her so close her back bumped the wall and his chest hair tickled her nipples.
Steam billowed around them as he released his brick-hard flesh and soaped his hands. There were definitely benefits to their new living arrangement, Lillian contemplated as he ran his sudsy palms over her breasts. “We’re going to be in here longer if you keep that up.”
“Not much longer. You have such sensitive nipples.” He pulled on the soapy buds, elongating her nipples before releasing them with a plop.
Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes and let him have his way until he soaped her pubic curls then lifted her right leg, placing her foot on the corner seat. Lillian opened her eyes to watch him pick up a razor and recalled seeing several women at the club with shaved mounds, wondering what the draw was. It seemed more of a hassle than beneficial, but if that’s what he wanted before moving this along, she wouldn’t argue.
“I can do it. All you had to do was tell me.” She reached to take the razor from his hand but he held it out of her reach with a shake of his head.
“I know you can, but not this time.”
She narrowed her eyes but that implacable stare never wavered. “Has anyone ever said no to you?” she grumbled with an exasperated breath.
“My mother, and you. Hold still. I don’t want to nick you.”
Lillian braced her hands on his shoulders, reminding him, “I despise arrogant men.”
“You’re sounding like a broken record, pet.” Mitchell didn’t look up as he swiped the razor through the suds, removing a patch of red curls. Tightening her hands on his shoulders, she thought about kicking him until he drawled, “I wouldn’t if I were you.”
“God, I hate that you can read me so well. All this fuss. Can’t we just have sex?”
“It’ll be worth it. Besides, I like to play.” He removed another swath and then another before running a finger over the newly bared skin, shocking her with the intense sensations that light touch unleashed.
“Holy shit!” she exclaimed.
He did glance up then, his damp hair clinging to his neck, his eyes sparking with amusement. “You should know by now how well I know women’s bodies.” His gaze turned serious, his look intense as he stated, “Stick with me, Lillian, and I’ll make sure you won’t regret it.”
Lillian wasn’t sure how much he meant by that statement, but the thrill that warmed her chest and curled her toes proved how effectively he had wormed his way past her guard. “I-I might have to give that some thought, Doc.”
“You do that. In the meantime, pizza’s getting cold.”
Mitchell tested her endurance as he finished ridding her of every pubic hair covering her labia and sprinkled between her buttocks. She was so turned on by the time he finished, she almost exploded in climax when he aimed the shower spray on her exposed, tender flesh and ran his hand from front to back, wiping away the suds. She jerked her hips, trying to press against his palm for relief, but he pulled back and turned off the shower before the tiny pulses inside her pussy could take wing and send her flying.
She opened her mouth to protest only to have him cover her lips with a stern rebuke. “One complaint and I’ll show you how painful orgasm denial can be. Now,” he dropped his hand and opened the shower door, “come on. I’m hungry.”
Since that threat lacked the same promise of titillation as a spanking, she buttoned her lips and let him engulf her in a large towel. “That’s my girl,” he murmured with a wicked gleam in his eyes as he rubbed her briskly from shoulders to feet and she remained silent. He tugged her out of the bathroom and she vowed to get the upper hand at one of these encounters someday soon.
Mitchell saw her take in the pizza box on the bed next to the anal dildo, but she kept quiet and he would bet she was plotting to get even, somehow, someday. He looked forward to her trying. “Bend over so I can insert the plug,” he ordered, sliding his hands to press between her shoulders. Those dark eyes flared and her lips tightened before curling in a taunting smile as she braced her hands on the bed.
“Was it my threat that turned you so compliant?” he asked, picking up the already lubed toy and then spreading her cheeks.
“Nope. I’m hungry too.” To his surprise, she flipped open the box and picked up
a slice of pizza while leaning on her other hand.
Amused, he chuckled, pushing the plug past the tight resistance of her sphincter as she took a bite, chewing slowing with low hums of pleasure as he worked the vibrator inside her. She’d just taken a second bite as he gave that last inch a hard push, the fully embedded toy shaking her enough she wheezed, trying to swallow.
“You’re not going to choke on me, are you?” He helped her up and handed her one of the sodas he’d brought in with the pizza.
Red-faced, she gulped it down, her eyes watering as she shuffled her feet. “That was uncalled for,” she growled, handing him back the can.
“I don’t think so.” Turning her toward the bed, he patted her butt. “Climb up and sit at the headboard.”
He followed her onto the bed, enjoying the sway of her plugged ass as she crawled to the pillows and turned over. Settling at the foot of the bed, he placed the pizza between them and grabbed a large piece. “Mmmm, good. Thanks for dinner.”
Her slim brows dipped into a confused frown. “We’re just going to sit here naked and eat?”
He shrugged. “Sure. Why not?” Taking another bite, he watched her expression go from baffled to stupefied to mortified with his deepened voice and order to, “Bend your knees and spread your legs.” He held up a hand against the swift protest crossing her face. “Remember the consequences I mentioned in the shower.”
Sitting back, Lillian followed his command and spread her bent knees, offering him a lovely view of her glistening pink slit and the flat end of the dildo nestled between her buttocks. “Between your patients and the women you’ve tormented over the years, haven’t you seen enough naked bodies?”
“The female body fascinates me, as does the different responses I can pull from the same touch or scene. Are you ready to tell me why you stayed with your ex until your sister died? How long were you with him?” Her jaw went rigid and he could see in her glaring eyes she didn’t want to talk about the man. Too bad. If he intended to pursue this relationship, which he wanted to, he needed to know what McCabe had held over her to keep her with him. That was the only explanation why a woman like Lillian would stick with an abusive ass.
“How long were you married? Did she obey your every dictate every time you snapped your fingers?” she countered.
Fair is fair, Mitchell decided, reaching for another slice of pizza. He rarely talked about Abbie; at first because it was too painful, and after moving here because he was trying to put the past to bed and start over. Lillian deserved to hear a few details about his last relationship as much as he did hers.
“Fair enough,” he replied after swallowing. “We were married one year after we met, together eight years. And yes, she was submissive to the bone and not only obeyed my commands without question but relished my control. Abbie was the complete opposite of you.”
“Makes me wonder even more what I’m doing here, with you,” she murmured.
“If it helps, I’m just as baffled by it.”
Lillian blew out a breath, glanced out the window for a few silent moments and then faced him with a resigned expression. She appeared to either have forgotten her exposed position or had become so comfortable with it, it no longer embarrassed her.
“I dated Brad for a few weeks before his control issues became unbearable.” A quick grin came and went on her face as she said, “I broke up with him, telling him bossy, control freaks weren’t my type.”
“And yet, here you are, with me.”
“Yeah. Go figure. You’re nothing like him, though. I can’t picture you threatening a comatose woman to get someone back in your bed.”
That son of a bitch. Mitchell went taut with anger as he imagined Lillian’s terror for her sister. He didn’t need her to tell him how close the two of them were, he’d seen it reflected on her sorrowful face numerous times. “The morning she died you were free of that threat.” That was easy to deduce, and another wrenching heartbreak for her to cope with, he imagined.
“Yes. It was awful, the grief mixing up with relief.” She sighed, took a long drink of soda and then said, “I took off, went by the bank and just drove.”
Picking up the e-stim pinwheel, Mitchell leaned forward and wrapped a hand around her right ankle, bringing her foot to his lap as he confessed, “I went up to our cabin and stayed drunk for a week. My mother and sister came up and dragged me back.” Flicking the stimulator on low, he ran the spiked wheel along the bottom of her foot, watching her tear-filled eyes dry as surprised arousal took over. “You have no other family?”
She shook her head, dropping the crust left from her pizza onto the bed and gripping the comforter in her fists. “No, it had been just the two of us for several years.”
That explained even more of her story and sorrow. He couldn’t imagine having to cope without his family’s support. “Well, now you have new relationships. You should think about staying, cultivating them, give them a chance to fill the void in your life.” He rolled the instrument around her ankle, over the top of her foot and slowly up the inside of her leg.
“Right now I can’t think about anything except what you’re doing,” she breathed, her nipples puckering into tighter pinpoints the closer he got to her pussy. She lifted her eyes from his traveling hand to his face, her breath catching as she demanded, “You wouldn’t, would you?”
“What do you think?”
“Oh, God, you would.”
Lillian shuddered as the light buzzing and tiny pinpricks neared the sensitive apex where her thigh met hip, her mind switching gears back to her decadent vulnerable position. Mitchell’s eyes, more green than brown now, traveled from her face, down her chest to rest on her exposed vagina, and damn if she didn’t relish his heated stare at her most intimate body part. The plug’s vibrations distracted her from the discomforting full sensation and she ached for a touch, any touch on her clit.
“See how well you know me already?” She held her breath as he circled around her gaping folds and over her denuded mound.
She squealed as those vibrations and pricks unleashed a torrent of new sensations from nerve endings never exposed before. Before she could beg him to stop, it was too much, he slid upward, across her quivering belly and lightly around the fleshy mound of her left breast. Her stalled breathing quickened, her pulse skyrocketing as he bent his head and licked her right nipple while circling her left bud with the torturing device. Tingles from the stimulation buzzed under her skin as he pushed harder on the pointed spikes, just enough to sting and leave small red dots in its wake.
“Mitchell,” she groaned, wondering if she wanted him to torture her nipple or move away.
“I’ll decide,” he stated, as if he read her mind again. Covering her nipple with his hot mouth, he trailed the pinwheel over the other, the combination of vibrations deep inside her tissues and painful jabs into the tender nub dragging a shriek past her tight throat. Her legs quivered, sweat broke out along her body and her hips bucked, her needy pussy begging for attention.
With a low curse, he tossed the pinwheel aside, reared up to grip her hair and tilt her head back for a hard, deep kiss as he sheathed his cock with his free hand. “Why is it,” he ground out, sitting back on his heels and then lifting her onto his steely erection, “it’s always hard and fast with you?”
“I don’t know, don’t care.” She moaned as he pulled her down, cramming his cock inside her as she clutched his sides with her bent knees. Between the dildo and his thick shaft, she’d never felt so full, the tight fit uncomfortable until he reached behind her and removed the plug. She breathed easier until he grabbed her hips, lifted and then slammed her back down with a guttural command.
“Ride me, pet.”
Gripping his shoulders, she bounced on his cock, his heavy grunts mingling with her mewling whimpers as he drove into her over and over. The bed squeaked, her breasts bounced and their lower bodies slapped together in the fast race to completion that left them both winded and shaking from the onslaught
of drenching ecstasy.
Chapter 12
“How big is this place?” Lillian asked as Mitchell drove through the open gates leading onto Kurt’s ranch.
“I don’t know the exact acreage but it’s one of the largest in the state. I’m going to check in on Leland, Kurt’s father, while you and Leslie visit. We’ll come find you when I’m through.” He pulled to a stop in front of a sprawling ranch home, complete with a wide front porch and rocking chairs facing several barns of varying sizes across a spacious lawn.
Lillian hopped out of the SUV and took in the sweeping view of miles and miles of open prairie expanding beyond her vision. She spotted groups of grazing black cattle and cowboys riding the herds with expert horsemanship she admired, clusters of wooded areas and an island range in the far distance. Wildflowers and greener grasses could be spotted here and there, signs an early spring was right around the corner. She inhaled a lungful of fresh air and listened to the neigh of horses prancing in a large corral behind one of the barns.
She’d always thought Salt Lake City was a medium sized city, not too big or too small, with all the amenities and social activities she needed to keep her happy there. Now, compared to Willow Springs surrounded by all of this land free of large buildings, busy traffic and the clamor of city noise, her hometown held less appeal.
Mitchell came around and took her hand, cocking his head as he asked, “What are you pondering over so seriously?”
She shook her head, offering him a smile as the front door opened and an attractive woman with long, sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes came out to greet them. “Just comparing this to home. Cows and horses instead of cars, weird.”
“It grows on you. Come meet Leslie.”
“Hey, Doc. Go on in, I’ll take Lillian on a tour,” Leslie said as she skipped down the porch steps with her hand outstretched toward Lillian.
“I’d like that.” Lillian shook her hand and waved to Mitchell as Leslie steered her toward the corral.