Dr. Bad Boy

by Ainsley Booth

  She shrugs out of her coat and leans in with a conspiratorial look. "I'm really just here to case the joint." She gives Max an innocent look. "Oops. You must be Max."

  He just laughs. "I've heard a lot about you, Sasha. I'm glad you don't disappoint."

  While we're talking, Beth is listening with an amused smile until something catches her attention and her eyes go wide. Moving my head around a little, I see Lachlan glaring our way.

  “Would you mind showing Sasha and Beth around?” Max asks me.

  “Sure, we can go grab a bite and something to drink as well.”

  “I’ll come looking for you when it’s time to play.” He gives me another kiss on the temple. "Won't be long. I’m eager to get started."

  “Me, too.”

  I lead the other women through to the play room. Another knocks comes at the door as we move away, and what look like another herd of hockey players file in, but I'm grateful to have an excuse to avoid more introductions.

  A few minutes later, Max brings another woman to join us. The blonde, and when he introduces her, my gut feeling is confirmed. “Corinne, I’d like you to meet Violet." He slides his arm around me immediately, possessively, and I melt into him. He holds me tight as he continues the introductions. "Also Sasha and Beth. Corinne is the goalie on our hockey team. I’ll leave you all to get acquainted while I finish taking care of a few things.”

  I take a deep breath and remember not to be irrationally jealous. “Lovely to finally meet you, Corrine. You did a great job with the decorations.”

  “Thank you, I had fun." She giggles, and I instantly like her. Because yeah, decorating a space with handcuffs…who wouldn't have fun with that? "Are you all going to be playing tonight?”

  “I am. Sasha? Beth?”

  They both shake their heads, but Sasha speaks first. "This is my first time doing anything like this."

  "Well, you're in great hands," Corinne says. "I haven't known Max very long, but Lachlan has been a DM for as long as I've known him, and everyone here has been vetted by him. So if there's anything that catches your interest, just let him know."

  Beth makes a weird noise in the back of her throat and we all swivel our heads towards her. She colours. "Never mind me."

  Sasha bites her lip as she looks around, her eyes big. "I don't know if I want to...do…anything, but it's all really cool to watch."

  "Ah." Corinne winks. "Maybe you're a voyeur."

  Sasha laughs. "That sounds so naughty."

  "Exactly. Welcome to kink."

  "Oh." She grins. "I think I like it."

  Beth clears her throat. "And if we wanted to maybe try something…"

  Corinne nods. "Just ask. Lachlan—"

  "Anyone other than Lachlan?" Beth asks, hastily adding. "We work together."

  I keep my mouth shut. I'm hardly one to talk.

  Corinne doesn't miss a beat. “If you think you might like to try something out tonight, I’m sure the Dom I came with would be willing to help you out. He’s more of a service top and perfectly happy with non-sexual play.”

  “Thank you for the offer…I’ll give it some thought.” I follow Beth’s gaze and see Lachlan hovering just off to the side looking like his head is about to explode. I have a feeling Corinne may get an earful in the not too distant future.

  A few moments later, Max returns with a big grin on his face. “Say your goodbyes now, kitten, I don’t think you’ll be up to it, later.”

  “Have fun. I’ll see you later.”

  As Max leads me towards the spanking bench, a bunch of hockey players settle on the couch, and Corinne points Sasha in their direction. "That's a good place to sit and watch," she says. "And flag Lachlan if you have any questions."

  I'm glad Corinne and Lachlan are going to look out for our guests. Even though they're really Ellie's guests. But I brought them here, and now all I can think about is what Max has in store for me.

  “Strip, kitten. But only down to your thong." He leans in and nips my ear before lowering his voice. "I’m a jealous man, and I can’t bear the thought of another man’s eyes on my pussy.”

  Oh hell, he’s not even going to let me keep my breasts covered. I resign myself to doing what Max wants because he always makes it worth it. I remove and fold my clothes quickly because if he’d wanted a strip-tease, he’d have told me to go slow.

  He reaches out and grazes his knuckles over my nipples. “Beautiful. And all mine. And there’s his evil grin. It has a direct line to my clit, making it throb. Reaching into his front pocket, he pulls out a pair of tweezer clamps and dangles them in front of me. My nipples are well acquainted with Max and tweezer clamps, although instead of being connected by a chain, these ones have bells on the end.

  He doesn’t waste any time putting them on. “So pretty. Too tight?”

  He knows they are, and he knows I like that. The pinch shoots straight to my clit and with any movement I’ll continue to feel distracting tugs. “Yes, Max.”

  And there’s that evil grin again. “Excellent. Just want I want to hear.”

  He leads me to the spanking bench and helps me up. I'm so excited to try this out.

  I've read about how when subs are on the spanking bench, they can totally let go. I want that. And already it feels wonderful. My whole body is supported, and restrained. I’m free to fly.

  Except I’m not free. I keep catching movement out of the corner of my eye and I find it distracting.

  “Let’s get you ready, kitten,” Max croons in my ear. I slowly lower my torso onto the main part of the bench. It’s narrower than my body, and my breasts hang over each side. The bells on the end of the clamps aren’t particularly heavy, but gravity takes its toll.

  Once my arms and legs are settled on the lower rests, Max fastens cuffs around my wrists and ankles, then clips them to the bench.

  “I need a Yellow if the cuffs are too tight or a green if they’re good,”

  “Green, Max.”

  “Excellent. Tonight, I’d like you to wear a blindfold. There’s a lot going on, and I want your undivided attention. Red or green, Violet?”

  Blindfolding is new, but I trust Max, and I want to please him.

  “Green.”

  He leans down and gently kisses my lips. “Thank you, kitten.” Then my world goes black as he slips the blindfold over my eyes.

  It’s disorienting at first, but as I relax into it, I find I like it. Max trails a finger down my spine. Then there are sharp nips along the side of my neck. I fight to remain silent. I love it when he bites me, but I’m still very aware we’re not alone

  A quick tug on the clamps and there’s a trail of fire blazing from my nipples straight to my clit. A low moan escapes my throat. I love it when he does mean things to my nipples even more.

  31

  Max

  I’ve worked her over nicely. She’s been on the spanking bench for the better part of half an hour. And now her ass is a gorgeous rosy-red and when I remove the blindfold, her eyes are glassy and unfocused.

  So fucking beautiful. Violet, always, but subspace Violet…I don’t know what I did to deserve such perfection, but I know I’m going to do whatever it takes to keep her.

  I didn’t go easy on her tonight, but I resisted making her scream—in pain or ecstasy—because she’d be embarrassed. It’s not the kind of humiliation that works for her, and there are newbies in the room, and I sure as fuck didn’t want one of them interfering and ruining Violet’s scene.

  I lay a soft blanket over her back while I release her wrists and ankles. As soon as she’s free I lift her from the bench and carry her to the sofa where I settle her in my lap.

  Lachlan is on the ball and comes over with a bottle of water and some chocolate. He’s a little curt, and I suspect it’s because Beth is here.

  “I need you to drink some water, kitten.” I hold the bottle for her while she takes a few sips. “Would you like some chocolate?”

  She nods and I press a square to her lips. She’
s still there enough to take my finger tips into her mouth with the chocolate. That goes straight to my long-suffering erection— the part of me wants to bend her over the arm of the couch and fuck her until neither of us can walk.

  Instead I hold her close nuzzling her neck and focusing on other scenes going on. This is exactly why I wanted to play with Violet early—so she wouldn’t be influenced by what others were doing and end up more nervous.

  Corrine is kneeling, waiting while her Dom, Parker, sets up his equipment and Lachlan wipes down the spanking bench. To see Corrine on the ice, you’d never think she had a submissive bone in her body, yet here she is, naked and kneeling, looking completely at peace.

  As soon as Lachlan is finished with the bench, Parker helps Corrine up onto it. No restraints—he goes straight to the paddle. He starts off with quick light taps, warming her up before he starts packing a whollop.

  The first really hard whack gets virtually no reaction. Corrine is silent and her only movement is clenching butt cheeks.

  The big Dom takes a few more swats at Corrine’s ass with the paddle before he moves on to a leather strap. That’s going to hurt.

  I wonder what the deal is between them. There doesn’t seem to be any kind of sexual chemistry. It’s like they’re scratching an itch for each other and that’s it.

  Even when I was paying to play, I made sure there were happy endings all around. I get the feeling there are never happy endings between these two.

  From the corner of my eye, I see Lachlan striding over the the St. Andrew’s cross. He stops just short of it and stands with his arms folded. He does not look happy.

  Then I realise it’s Beth on the cross and Tate’s friend, Brandon is about to play with her. Turning my head I lean across the couch towards Tate. “What’s the deal?”

  “She wanted to see what it was like, so Brandon offered to help her out. Don’t worry, I helped with the negotiations. He’s on a very tight leash.”

  “Maybe you want to go bring Lachlan up to speed on that before he loses his shit?”

  “Yeah…good idea. Back in a mo.”

  Even though I can’t hear the conversation, I have a fairly good idea how it’s going. Not well.

  A few minutes later, Tate returns, slowly shaking his head. “That is one anal retentive dungeon monitor, Max. I don’t think he’s going to interfere, but only because Brandon is a responsible top and won’t give him a reason. But fuck, what bee has buzzed up Lachlan’s butt?”

  I want to tell him one called Beth, but Tate being in the know is likely to do more harm than good.

  Violet starts stirring in my arms and I want to take her up to bed, but until Brandon and Beth are finished playing and Lachlan stands down, I think it’s best I sit tight.

  “Hey kitten, would you like more water or another piece of chocolate?”

  “Chocolate, please?”

  I smile into her hair and breathe her in as I hold a square of chocolate to her lips. “We can go upstairs, soon, and I will give you every orgasm you deserve.”

  She nods her head and I close my eyes as I squeeze her a little tighter to me. Everything is right in my world. I think I could just sit here forever with Violet cuddled in my lap.

  32

  Violet

  My alarm goes off way too early on Monday. It’s hard to open my eyes, and not only because I’m alone.

  Maybe I’m still hung over from Saturday night.

  Max’s play party was so much better than the munches and introductory sessions at the local BDSM club, which was no poor reflection on the club and every positive reflection on Max. He gave me that public play experience without pushing me too far, and after everyone left, he worked me up all over again and gave me three long, filthy orgasms before flipping me over and taking me from behind, hard and fast.

  My Dom.

  My…I grin to myself and sink into the warm, fuzzy feeling. My boyfriend.

  Which reminds me I need to do something about that at work. But not today. Not this week. There’s no rush. We’ve hit this awesome place where I’m happy to stay for a while. Dating, maybe, if only on weekends. But that’s for the best, because if I was in his bed right now, there’s no way I’d be able to get out and force myself into the shower.

  My phone vibrates, and I stick my hand out of the covers to find it before the vibrating turns into a loud, obnoxious second alarm.

  But it’s not my back-up alarm. It’s Max. My face splits into a stupid-happy grin.

  M: You awake?

  V: Sort of.

  M: You’re adorable.

  V: I wish I was in your bed. Being adorable. Naked.

  M: *groan* But I wouldn’t be there.

  V: What?

  I squint at the time. Half past six in the morning.

  M: I’m at the hospital doing rounds.

  V: Oh, that’s so sad.

  M: On the weekend we’ll sleep in together.

  V: Can’t wait.

  M: You feel okay?

  V: I’m exhausted. And sore.

  M: Good.

  V: Sadist.

  M: You love it.

  V: I do.

  M: Out of bed, kitten.

  V: Yes, Max.

  I watch the screen bubble and go away, bubble and go away. I giggle.

  V: You started it.

  M: I have to go back to work.

  V: Good luck with that.

  His next text is just a picture of a grumpy face. I’m not the only one who’s adorable.

  33

  Max

  Two days later, I’m in my office completing assessments of the clerks cycling through our paeds rotation when my pager goes off. This happens constantly, but this one concerns me more than most.

  A patient I’d admitted a month earlier for a concussion, Ethan Bolton, is back in Emerg.

  I log out of the assessment interface and make a quick note of where I left off. I hand that note to Blair as I leave the office. “Remind me to finish this later,” I say over my shoulder as I jog out the door.

  I force myself to slow down as I approach the ER. But damn it, a second concussion this soon is bad news for that kid’s brain. And his future.

  I stop at the nursing station and they wordlessly pass me the chart. I can see his parents standing at the foot of a bed in the corner. It looks like a resident is doing a quick physical exam, but I don’t want to fuck around with preliminary shit.

  Sledding on the first heavy snowfall of the season. Damn it all to hell. I hand the chart back. “Has neuro been tagged?”

  “Not yet.”

  “We’ll need a consult, stat. It might take a little while to get them here, so put the page in now, please. And find out who from the acquired brain injury team is on call today.”

  Fuck. I hate this part of my job.

  I force out a slow exhale before approaching. I give his father a quick handshake before sanitizing my hands and introducing myself to the resident, who gets out of my way.

  I slide my Batman penlight out of my pocket and take a quick look in Ethan’s eyes as I ask him what happened.

  “I dunno,” he slurred. “There was a boy in front of me. And he—and he—and… he… I thought he was gonna…”

  His speech is all mixed up, and not just from pain or fear. His eyes aren’t tracking well, and his right eyelid might be drooping. I’m damn glad I called for the neurosurgery consult.

  “We told the school he couldn’t do sports,” his mother said over my shoulder, and I nod.

  I know. They always do. And something happens anyway. Kids don’t remember, and there’s never enough school yard supervision during recess. I look at Ethan. “We’re going to admit you, bud. And do some tests. Your job is to rest as much as possible, okay? Eyes closed now for a bit. That’s great.”

  A neurology resident shows up while I’m explaining to Ethan’s parents what comes next. More testing, to start. At least a few days in the hospital. I don’t say the s-word, but it’s bouncing around in m
y head for the same gut-instinct reason the page freaked me out.

  There’s a weird tension pinging back and forth between them that I can’t sort out. They’re both worried about Ethan, that’s crystal clear. “Where are your girls?” I ask.

  Ethan’s mother rubs her forehead. “They’ll go to a friend’s for the night. Sleepover.”

  “Okay. Do you need anything today?” I glance at my watch. It’s not even lunch. Ethan was hurt on morning recess, but for these parents, that was a lifetime ago already.

  His father shakes his head. “Just tell us he’s going to be okay.”

  “We’re gonna take good care of him.” It’s my default answer. And it’s the truth. But it’s not the answer he’s looking for.

  And the reason for that is clear on the neuro resident’s face when we step into the privacy of the nook where the files are kept.

  “He needs a CT scan.”

  I nod. But still, fuck. Normally the protocol for concussion is straight up rest. We did that the first time. But the symptoms of a possible bleed are all there. Better safe than sorry.

  The resident gives me a confused look. “Do you disagree?”

  “No.” I nodded, didn’t I? Then I realize I’m frowning at him. “This is just one of those cases than feels personal.”

  “Ah.” He laughs gently. “Is it weird if I say it’s a relief to hear you say that?”

  I pat him on the shoulder. “Not at all. It’s good to care about your patients.” That’s true. It’s also kind of bullshit. Right now I’d be providing better medical care to Ethan if I didn’t care too God damned much. I need to focus on the next steps. “I’ll tell his parents. You put in the order for imaging.”

  After letting Ethan and his parents know that we need some pictures of his head—no, they won’t hurt, and yes, we’ll all be right there when he gets them taken—I head back to my office.