by Keta Kendric
A doctor. I respected the accolades she’d worked hard to earn, but I wasn’t going to be responsible for how I acted if she didn’t stop eyeing me like she knew what the hell I was thinking.
Finally, I stepped away from my front door after standing there staring at Regina until she’d dropped her gaze and started fidgeting. I pointed an authoritative finger at my dick, warning his ass to chill before he scared her off. The last thing I needed was her contacting Aaron to come and pick her up.
I ambled to the couch and sat next to her.
“Doc,” I called as my hungry gaze roamed, devouring her body before finding those big, warm, and beautiful eyes.
“Yes,” she answered, meeting my stalking gaze.
“Will you check my shoulder?”
Operation Take Six had earned me a slug in the shoulder but it had been worth it, killing key members of her deadly family. She’d cleaned and sewn my wound with expert precision after using her skills to extract the bullet. Except for a minor ache and an irritating itch near the wound, she’d done such a good job, I’d forgotten I’d even been shot. However, I was using the hell out of this wound if it meant getting her closer.
“Sure,” she answered. “I’ll grab the supplies.”
My back fell into the couch cushions, leaning back as far as I could go to ensure her closeness. She approached, carrying one of those black shower bags she’d converted into a medical bag and stuffed with supplies.
The bag unfolded into three compartments that she set on the coffee table. When she took her seat and turned to face me, her knee grazed my thigh.
“May I?” she asked, pointing at my shirt.
“Please. You want me to take this off?” I inquired, enjoying her refreshing warmth.
“No. No need. I just need to see the wound.”
From day one, she’d been skittish around me, but I planned to rectify that problem. I didn’t care for people touching me. However, Regina was my exception. Her hands could explore whatever they desired, especially my dick.
The first time she’d worked on me, she’d removed the sleeve covering my left arm, exposing only what she needed to see and leaving the shirt covering the rest of me.
I’d been studying her since the day I met her, always preparing the series of fantasies I aimed to play out with her. She could deny it and play coy, but there was no hiding the fire that ignited each time we were near each other.
The way her eyes widened with a mix of intrigue and shock when I’d make an off-handed sexual comment. The way her body leaned ever so slightly towards me when I laid my lust-filled gaze on her. The way her hands would clench when she fought her impulses to react to my advances. The way her smooth brown skin glowed when I was making her hot.
She even had this cute little twitch where she’d tilt her head like she didn’t want to miss anything I said. It was rare for a woman’s eyes to draw me in, but Regina’s were large brown gems that filled a room with light. There were also hints of sadness in them that she didn’t do a good job of hiding. They hinted at secrets that I planned on coaxing from her.
The thick tension between us suffocated my senses, the coil tightening the longer I was around her. This was the first time I’d experienced anything like this, a craving need so deep, I could taste the lust on my tongue and sniff the desire in the air.
When she drew close enough, a deep sniff allowed me to breathe her in. My action caused her to concentrate harder on my wound, but the light tremble in her hand revealed her secret. The fact that my probing gaze was locked on her face as she worked, didn’t help matters.
She edged my T-shirt to the side, but I knew as well as she did that she’d prefer to take it off.
“You need help?” I inquired as she continued to avoid my eyes.
“Yes. Would you hold this please?”
Without moving my gaze, I pinched the shirt between my fingers, peeling it back enough for her to work. Unnerving Regina repeatedly as often as possible would allow her to purge the unnecessary emotion from her system, because I planned to make her forget the word had a meaning later.
Having her this close without engaging was driving me nuts.
A deep breath stirred my body, so she’d have to keep me still. My hand found and gripped her thigh when the fake pain became too much. She didn’t make me remove my hand, so I kept it there, squeezing and enjoying the soft warmth under my fingers.
A groan escaped at the removal of the old dressing from my wound. The tiny spark of pain was nothing compared to the amount of pain I’d suffered throughout my life, but Regina didn’t need to know that. Sincere sympathy for me crossed her face.
“I’m sorry,” she breathed, wincing as she took care of me.
Once she removed the old dressing, she poked at the wound a couple of times before cleaning it. Her inquisitive gaze and concentration made me aware that the Doctor in her had emerged. It was hard not to respect this part of her. This was when her confidence shone through. She enjoyed being a doctor, took pride in it, and was good at it.
She reached and took up a pair of tweezers and a set of small scissors.
“Something wrong?” I questioned, hoping she’d jump into my lap already and calm my dick down.
“No. I just need to re-tie one of the sutures. The wound’s healing well. Looks good. Let’s give it another week before I take the sutures out,” she declared. Her warm breath swept my shoulder before her vanilla-cocoa scent drifted into my nose.
My hands ached to do some not-so-nice touching, but I refused to torture myself, knowing I’d seek more than she was ready to give. But, if she touched me in a sexual way, all bets were off.
“Can I ask you something, Ansel?”
Our gazes met causing her to pause her task.
“Sure.”
“Why did you volunteer to protect me, knowing who my family is?”
She was a curious woman, and I liked that about her.
“Because you needed it, and I could give it. Besides, you gave me my cousin back when I thought he’d died.”
She dropped her gaze and continued to tape the new dressing to my shoulder.
“Doc, I’m going to be straight with you about something,” I added.
Her brows knitted with curiosity at my words. I wasn’t going to sugarcoat shit. It wasn’t me, never had been. And frankly, the small amount of good that remained within me was running out.
“Doc, you have an innocence about you that I will destroy. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you curse out loud. But, I bet dirty words and freaky thoughts flow freely through that good-girl mind of yours. Eventually, I will expose that underlying fire that simmers below your surface, that part that you keep on a chain. I want to dirty you up a little. Fuck it, I’m going to dirty you up a lot. I want you to be my submissive.”
My statement left a dead silence hanging in the air as her sexy lips fell apart, pink, tinted in brown, lush, and alluring.
“We had a similar discussion the first day we met,” she pointed out. “I don’t know anything about your lifestyle. It’s too late for me to start experimenting. Concentrating on my career is more important than me becoming your temporary plaything. Besides, I seriously doubt I’m the right person for you.”
Who in the hell did she think she was talking to?
I didn’t respond right away, but a fucking blind mouse couldn’t miss the signals I was sending. A damn cock-eyed rooster could read the chemistry between us. Was I going to have to fuck her into the middle of next week to make her see the flames? If it were up to me, I’d make her inner freak jealous and bring out the devil in her. For now, I was going to let her think that she’d put the subject to bed.
She talked a lot when she was nervous, and I’d let her. Two subjects had already been hit, including the newest technological advances in heart surgery and detailed descriptions of everything she liked about my house.
Although Regina had been a prisoner to her family and had been exposed to some heinous situatio
ns, remnants of her proper upbringing remained, which made me curious about her clothing. Her wardrobe lacked personality. She wore jeans and T-shirts every day. However, any time she’d sit, her back would be straight, chin slightly up, shoulders back, and ankles crossed.
The etiquette classes, the boarding school pedigree, and the college critiques seeped from her pores. Her family’s mistreatment of her after her father’s death hadn’t taken that proper edge away from her.
The sadness she failed to hide gave hints of the torture she’d suffered. There was a well of pain inside Regina, so deep, she didn’t realize it surfaced on her face and screamed behind her eyes.
Remnants of scars on her arms hinted at her time with DG6. How someone could lay a hand on her in harm was beyond me. My hand itched to lie upon Regina, but it sure as shit wouldn’t be to harm her.
Wound as tight as a wristwatch, the tension never left her body. A good fucking was about the only thing that would relax her. A good dose of serotonin was all the doctor needed.
As a sign of respect for what Regina had been through, I tempered my actions. For now.
“As much as I hate to admit it,” I declared with a huff, getting her attention, “Aaron was right. You need my protection more than you need me to fuck you.” My unwavering gaze sat on her wide one. “I can’t make you any promises, Doc, but I’ll do my best to behave.”
“Thank you,” she murmured in a low tone, but those damn eyes were saying all kinds of other shit.
Doing this, being alone with Regina for any amount of time, was as hard on my dick as it was on my focus. It was just a matter of time before the dam broke. Aaron should have known better than to leave me here alone with Regina. His bearded ass knew I had a thing for fine ass thick women. Many in my circle assumed I harbored this big secret as to how I picked my subs or the women I chose to fuck. There was no big secret.
Despite my family’s influence on the matter, different skin colors gave me more choices as far as I was concerned. If a woman had a body I could stroke, the sex appeal and confidence to back it up, I was open for just about anything—as long as I was in control.
Regina needed to work on her confidence, but she was one of the sexiest women I’d encountered. She just didn’t know it yet. Before my sinful ideas took root, sprouted from my mouth, and grew into actions, I stood.
“We’re going to move into my penthouse. It should be ready in a few days,” I informed. “With all but a few of the crew gone, I’d like to take you to a safer environment.”
Aaron’s crew, my Uncle Shark, and most of my crew had gone back to their lives. JG and Rob had stuck around, in case any of Regina’s family came searching for her. She rose from the couch and stood in front of me.
“Thank you. I appreciate you taking on the task of keeping me safe,” she declared appreciatively.
She reached out her hand intending to shake mine. I glared at her offered hand before my gaze panned up her body and met hers.
“If I touch you again, Doc, all that shit I was talking about needing to protect you more than fucking you will go flying out of the window. I’m not that strong, especially now that I don’t have a house full of people and the threat of your family to keep me distracted.”
She dropped her hand, but her lips twitched. Was she attempting to hold in a laugh? Had she mistaken my comment for a joke? Her reaction caused me to take a step closer, invading her personal space as my hard stare kept her in place.
“Doc, you can laugh now, but let’s see if you’re going to be laughing when you wake up stuffed full of dick.”
Her brows shot up when she understood that I was serious. I’d never push her—that would make for bad sex. I enjoyed fucking too much to allow it. However, it didn’t mean I wasn’t above doing some hard ass persuading where Regina was concerned.
Regina turned on her heels and walked away, not ready to cross that bridge with me. I drank in every bit of her as she walked away; the way those jeans hugged her thighs and the plump round ass; the curvature of the waist the T-shirt clung to. My gaze traced the line of her back and up to the thick, swinging ponytail she kept her hair in.
My head tilted, chasing the last images of her before she stepped around the corner and further into the hall. Her light steps echoed as she headed to the room I’d assigned her on the opposite side of the house from mine.
On a deep inhale, my eyes fell closed, and I released a breath with slow ease.
My eyes sprang open, and I tilted my head back to glare at the ceiling. “I’m trying to be good, Jesus, but damn! Why did you have to make her, Lord? Why?”
My troubled mind needed to be eased as much as the turbulent currents building inside me needed to be decompressed. If I couldn’t dominate or fuck Regina like I wanted to, I’d do the next best thing.
3
Ansel
“Hello, Diana,” I greeted as I strolled into her office like I owned it.
“Ansel, what…what are you doing here?” Her question fell breathlessly past her parted, glossy lips. Her shock at seeing me unannounced left her with an awe-face for a few seconds.
Diana Edwards was my FBI contact and sub. She jumped from her chair and dashed around her desk. I stood in place as she approached and assumed the position on her knees like I’d taught her to. Her palms faced up, and her head hung low as she fought not to glance up at me.
“Permission to look at you, Sir? Can I speak freely?”
“Yes, you may, Diana,” I answered, my tone dry and monotone.
Ensuring she’d know I was all about business, I didn’t address her by her pet name. She glanced up at me through long lashes.
“Is everything okay?” she questioned in a rushed whisper. Her wide gaze ran the expanse of my body and lowered with a quick drop. “You usually don’t show up like this.” A naughty smile twisted her lips. “Did you come to play?” The sound of lust dripping from her lips wasn’t missed. Diana usually got my juices flowing, but I had no reaction this time.
I promise, my dick didn’t even move. Usually, he was ready for anything, but my dick continued to lay there with an arm tuck behind his head sucking his teeth as he stared at his nails. Man, fuck Diana! Regina, motherfucker. You know I want Regina.
I shook away my dick-thoughts long enough to answer Diana’s question.
“No, Diana. As much as I’d like to play, I didn’t come here for that.”
A deep frown followed her loud huff before she fell back on her heels making a black red-bottomed heel fall from her left foot. She stared at me like she wanted to punch me in the teeth, giving me a serious stink-face. My outstretched hand reached down to help her off the floor.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, Ansel. My fucking pussy is drenched,” she murmured. “You’re sure you don’t want to play?” she queried again, glancing at the side of my head. I bent and picked up her shoe before handing it to her.
Leaning against her desk, she replaced the shoe before she dusted her skirt off. She stood staring, her irritated glint on full display. The quiet between us allowed the sound of Journey to register, playing low in the background asking,“Who’s crying now?”
“If you don’t want to play, there’s only one other reason you’re here,” she stated the obvious. Her frustration was evident in her edgy tone. Diana liked to embrace her inner freak as often as she could. She delved both ways. She played dominatrix to men who craved punishment, as well as she played the role of my submissive.
She stepped around her desk and fell back into her black and silver high-back leather chair. The city danced with life behind her tenth-floor view as she prepared to give me what I’d come for.
“If I played with you with the amount of anxiety I’m experiencing right now, I would hurt you.”
Her ears perked at those words. I should have known better than to say words that triggered her. Her face lit up with lust, knowing that I’d be more brutal than normal. I ignored her interested gaze.
“Do you have anything,
Diana?”
My stiff tone and rigid posture highlighted my frame of mind and her gaze dropped. She twisted her lip as she adjusted her laptop and started typing. The muffled voices of her co-workers crept into her office from an unseen crack.
“Have a seat. I have a real live fucking monster for you,” she instructed, never removing her eyes from the monitor.
Diana was a busty brunette with an even, olive skin tone, nice body, and a pretty face. Being a pretty female in a male-dominated job gave her an advantage as most of the men fell all over themselves to help her. Diana had them fooled. She took advantage of their weaknesses and was now bossing men around that had once supervised her. She also didn’t hesitate to use nontraditional methods to bring justice to the world. I’d met her in the way I’d met most of my high-powered contacts—at an exclusive, members only, BDSM club.
My leg bounced as my body pulsed with a biting intensity I couldn’t get rid of while I sat and waited. It had been a while since my nerves or whatever it was that controlled anxiety had started to grate like metal scraping metal.
After a big kill like the Dominquez family, my anxiety should have remained on low for months. It didn’t. I didn’t drink like an alcoholic or take drugs like an addict when I needed to relax or decrease my stress levels. I sought other means of controlling my anxiety.
A lot of it had to do with me forcing myself not to touch Regina. Damn that woman. Never had I faced such temptation. After the temporary loss of Aaron, I’d calmed down considerably, but there was only so much calm I could muster before I was ready to explode.
“Ansel,” Diana called, capturing my attention. She handed me a yellow Post-it note with black writing scribbled on it.
When I reached for it, she drew it back and eyed me sternly.