by Ashlee Price
It was a disappointment. The audio was not going to be enough. While I listened for her next patient to come in, I dreaded having to hear her flirt with someone else. I was going to have to lay down some rules when I saw her next.
My mind refocused and I turned away from the small cameras that I was searching for on my phone when I heard a knock at the door. Not my door, but hers.
“Hey, Camilla, your three o’clock just cancelled. Do you want me to fill it with a walk-in or leave it to the others?”
“Let them have it. I’m going to need a break before the afternoon is over.”
“I saw your four o’clock penciled in.”
“Yes.”
“Is that going to be okay?’
“What do you mean?”
“He’s been behaving kind of erratically. He’s scared a couple of the interns.”
I heard a big sigh, and I knew that what she said next was going to hurt me more than her flirting with another man.
“He’s harmless. He’s going through some things and it can get overwhelming for him. I don’t think he’s going to be seeing me too much longer. I don’t think I can help him the way that he deserves to be helped.”
I didn’t hear much after that. She was going to get rid of me. While she hadn’t said anything bad about me, not really, it was clear by what she was saying that she’d every intention of getting me off of her list. Did that mean that she was going to break up with me?
“Well, if you need anything, we’re right down the hall. Sometimes the patients scare me.”
“Don’t be afraid of them. They are just people like everyone else. We all go through hard times.”
“I know, I just…”
“It’s fine, really. There’s no need to be worried.”
“Okay, Camilla. I just wanted to put that out there.”
“Thank you, really. I’m glad that you care so much, but everything is fine.”
The door closed again and I heard a deep sigh that I knew had to be Camilla. Something was weighing heavy on her mind, and I had a feeling that it was the topic they’d just been talking about: me. Was it really that obvious to everyone that I was a little off? I’d heard it before, many times, actually, but I’d worked hard to hide it.
“What the hell am I going to do?”
The question rang out in my ears and bounced around for a time. She was talking to herself. There was no question in my mind that I was the thing she needed to do something about. Her voice was sad, and I had to wonder what made her so melancholy. The ideas that I had were not comforting, and I took the headphones off. I’d heard enough for right now.
Chapter 2 – Camilla
“I think we should actually do some talking this week, Zane.”
He shook his head and the grin on his face made me wet almost instantly. I’d seen that look many times, and it was a hard one to ignore. My body was already preparing for what it thought was coming next. What I wanted to come next.
“I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
I watched Zane shut the door and press against it as he leaned back. He was in no rush, and I knew it was a mistake that I’d given him the last slot of the day. There was going to be nothing to push it along, and I was already ready to give in to whatever he wanted. I needed him, all of a sudden, and before I could say another word, Zane was leaning down to capture my lips in his. The kiss was like everything with him, overwhelming and passionate. Something had gotten into him, and I was clinging to him as he pulled me from my seat. It was going to be one of those sessions. All good intentions I’d had were out the window.
“Zane, I don’t think we should…”
He was hearing none of it and told me to shush. It wasn’t the usual light tone that he took, but far more demanding. Even that seemed to tickle my fancy. Sometimes I had to wonder what part of me he played into, but there it was. I wanted him more as he barked orders at me. I never had understood that pull that Zane had over me.
“You know that you want this, Camilla. If your little pussy isn’t wet, I’ll leave right now.”
I groaned at his words and the fact that I already knew what he was going to find. The crude words didn’t leave anything to the imagination. His hand pushing up my skirt as he moved up my leg was not a surprise at all. I knew that Zane was going to check, and I knew what was going to happen next. He wasn’t going to have to go anywhere. Just the thought of him about to be inside of me was enough that I just started unbuttoning my shirt. The way things were going, I wasn’t going to be wearing it very long anyway.
Instead of just touching and confirming his suspicions, Zane pressed two fingers straight into my slippery hole. I wasn’t ready and I reflexively clenched him tight. That it only made it worse. He knew that I always wanted more than I could handle. I liked it fast and deep. His fingers felt so good that I was instantly writhing against him, trying to find something to hold onto.
“I don’t want you bending over, Camilla. I want to see your face as I make you come each time.”
Our eyes met. His rakish good looks were gone. He looked like a beast, and just now I liked that, really liked it. I had so many things to say to him – I was going to break up with him – and now I was whimpering his name to go faster. His fingers were as magical as the rest of him, and I moved against them more quickly. I could feel that my orgasm was closer than he thought. It never took long when Zane got a hold of me. He was able to please me in so many ways.
“Tell me that you love me, Camilla.”
My eyes had closed as my insides clenched the digits moving inside of me. I didn’t even really hear him until his fingers stopped and he repeated himself. “Tell me you love me, Camilla.”
I whined from the lack of penetration. He liked to get me right there and stop. Now was not one of the times that I was really digging it. “Please, Zane.”
“Tell me you love me, Camilla. That’s all I need to hear, and I’ll throw you over this desk like you want me to.”
That was exactly what I wanted, and to hear him say it made me want it even more. I didn’t want his fingers, but his long, thick length inside of me. Everything else was just background noise. I needed him, and I was willing to say whatever he wanted me to say. “I love you.”
His hand moved to rub my ass, and I moved my legs open a little more to show him the way.
“Say my name, Camilla.”
“Dammit, Zane!”
He chuckled and told me that was not what he meant and I knew it. It wasn’t what he wanted, but he got me so frustrated. Couldn’t he see that he was driving me crazy?
He was pushing me towards the desk. I bent down and wiggled my ass from side to side. It was what I wanted most and watching him pull his pants down was almost enough. It was the anticipation, because I knew what was coming next. He was going to give me all that I could handle and more.
“Say it, Camilla!”
“I love you, Zane!”
He surged forward before I even knew that he was ready. I cried out, unable to stop myself when he pushed in so deep. I wasn’t prepared for him, and even though it wasn’t the first time that I’d been with him, my insides stretched like it was. I was careening on the edge one moment and sinking down the next. I gripped the side of the desk to anchor myself to the furniture as Zane started to really pound into me. One time was never enough for him.
“You better be quiet, Doc. We don’t want everyone to know how unprofessional you are.”
I would have answered if I could have, but the pleasure was too great. I was coming harder and harder, over and over again. It didn’t stop because he wouldn’t stop, and I finally had to beg for mercy. I couldn’t take anymore. My stomach was in knots from tightening up so much.
“I’m never going to let you go, Camilla. Do you hear me? You’re mine.”
The words were something that I’d heard before, but the way he said them with such conviction was hard to hear. There was more going on, and only when he pressed deep
and filled me did I really think about it all. Everything that I’d planned to say, what I should have said, was running through my mind. Was it too late? Was I just too deep?
He pulled away and I straightened up. It was hard to look at him as our juices ran down my inner thighs. It was hard to be his doctor when my body had just exploded for him on command. I was his, my body anyways, even if my mind wanted to refuse the facts.
“I want to talk, Zane.”
He didn’t like the sentiment, and he moved towards me like he was ready for round two. When I looked down, I realized that he was.
“No, Zane. I’m being serious. I can’t do this anymore.”
“I hardly touched you. You can’t be that sore already. I’ll be a little easier on you, if I must.”
“No, this, Zane. I can’t do this anymore with you. Not ever again.”
Chapter 3 – Maya
“Hey, sleepyhead. Are you going to get up?”
I moved up and opened my eyes. I woke up in the darkness of the room upstairs. I knew that it was my own room, and I was immediately saddened. The dream had been so real. I could have sworn that it was Dylan’s voice that I’d heard seconds ago.
Rubbing my eyes, I looked at the clock and sighed to myself. Tyler was going to be home soon, and even though I hadn’t gone to the charity event the night before, I knew that I couldn’t let go of all of my responsibilities. We went to see his parents once a week, and tonight was the night. He was always on time, and if I didn’t get it together soon, I was going to make us late. He detested being late, and even though I didn’t care much about his moods, I didn’t want Tyler irked at me.
The phone rang. I thought it was going to be Tyler reminding me that he would be there soon to pick me up, but it was actually Dylan.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
“How did you know that I’d just woken up?”
“I could hear it in your voice. I wish I was there to wake up with you.”
“Soon, Dylan.” I stopped when I realized what I’d said. Had I already made a decision that I wasn’t quite ready to say out loud? It appeared that I was closer to what I was going to do than I’d first thought. I was not torn about it after all.
“I like the sound of that. When can I hold you again?”
I’d told him about the dinner plans that I had, but I hadn’t told him who it was with. It was hard enough on Dylan knowing that I was married. I didn’t want to rub it in his face while I was at it. It just didn’t seem right. But now I was at a loss as to what to say.
“I don’t know. I’ll be back in a little while, and if Tyler takes off to see Ivy like he’s been doing lately, I’ll just come down to the restaurant and see you. Maybe we can sleep for a couple of hours if that’s what you really want to do.”
“I don’t want to hold you if there’s another choice. I want to make love to you until we both pass out, and then we can hold each other.”
I had to laugh. No matter what kind of mood I was in and no matter what I had ahead of me, Dylan could always make me laugh and feel better. It was a knack that he had.
“Soon, Dylan.”
He sighed loudly and I knew that he was getting impatient with the way things were. He wanted me all of the time, and right now there wasn’t a way to do that. Right now I still had to pretend to be the good wife, and it was hard. I didn’t want to be torn between two men when my heart was very clear who it wanted. I was ready to move on to new love and see where it went with Dylan. The man loved me, and I was ready to be cherished for the rest of my life. I would never again have to question if I were loved.
Dylan was upset with me, and I tried to soothe him with the reminder that I was most likely going to call him a bit later.
“I don’t like having to wait to see what your husband has planned before we can figure something out. There are too many people in our relationship, Maya.”
“I know, Dylan. That’s not always going to be the case.”
“I hope not. I’m sick of sharing you already.”
“I know, Dylan. I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do.”
“We can talk about it later. Don’t you have a dinner party to go to?”
“Yeah, I’m running late already.”
“Go. Don’t want your husband mad at you because he has to wait.”
There was bitterness in his voice that I hated to hear. “Please don’t be mad, Dylan. I’ll call you as soon as we’re done. I want to see you, be with you.”
He didn’t answer for a time, and I had to wonder what he was thinking was going to happen that night. I wanted to reassure him, but it would have just made things worse. I don’t think anything I would have said then would have helped. I knew that it was hard for him because of Tyler, but it was a huge decision. I’d made it in my mind, what I wanted to do, but there was still something holding me back. I was sure that it was just fear. I was afraid of what would happen, or maybe I was just afraid of being happy.
“I’m not mad, Maya. You told me what it was when we went out that first time. I just didn’t know that I was going to fall for you like this. It’s hard to think about you going anywhere with him.”
“I’ll call you as soon as we get out of there and I’m alone, I promise.”
“That’s all I’m going to get, so I’ll take it. I just don’t have to like it.”
“I don’t like it either.”
“Then change it, Maya.”
He hung up after he said goodbye, but he didn’t even stay on long enough for me to say it back. I could tell that he was angry. It wasn’t hard to feel it even though he was so far away. It wasn’t as easy as he was making it out to be, and I had a feeling that he knew that. That was where the frustration came from. I felt it too, but it wasn’t the right time.
The phone rang again, and I almost answered by saying his name. The split-second decision not to saved me a lot of grief, because it was my husband.
“I’m waiting out front. Are you ready?”
“No, Tyler, I’m going to be a few moments. I had a headache so I had to lie down for a while.”
There was a long sigh. I knew that it was not what he wanted to hear. Tyler hated to be late for anything when it came to his parents. He was trying to live up to impossible expectations.
“Just get down here as soon as you can. You know that he doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”
“Much like his son. I’ll hurry as fast as I can.”
He hung up without saying anything else. I was close to tears. I was never going to make him happy. I’d tried for so many years, and even though we didn’t share a bed together, he was still willing to keep up the charade for his parents. It made him feel like he was in control, and more than likely it was to show his father that he could be a better man. If he only realized how alike they really were.
Getting up, I moved slower than I should have. I no longer cared too much that he was waiting or that he was going to be upset. All I was thinking about was the biggest decision of my life. It had to be made soon, because this was going to be the last time that I played the dutiful wife. That part of my life was over.
Chapter 4 – Zane
“What do you mean, we can’t do this anymore? Are you talking about us being together?”
I couldn’t believe what she was telling me. I’d gotten a small inkling when she’d mentioned getting rid of me as a client, but after what we’d just done? Did it really mean nothing to her? How could it not mean anything to her when I was so amazed by our lovemaking?
“Yes, Zane.”
She pulled her skirt down her long legs and I was distracted for a moment. My cock was still out and raging hard. It didn’t matter what kind of conversation we were having. That appendage was an idiot and didn’t take the hint. All it had to know was that she was right there and the smell of her need was still strong in the air. She was still wet.
“We can’t keep doing this. I don’t think that I can see you anymore as your doctor. I have several
colleagues that I think would be far better suited to your individual needs. It’s my fault for letting this get out of hand, but I want to put a stop to it. I can’t keep doing this when it’s so wrong.”
“It’s not that easy.”
“What isn’t?”
“You can’t just get rid of me when you want to. I’ve bonded with you, and I’m not just your patient. How can you even think that? We’re so much more than that, Camilla. I know that you can feel it too. We’re so much more than just client and doctor.”
I was getting upset, and even though I knew that I had to keep it together, it was almost impossible to do. Why was it so hard to hold it in when it came to Camilla?
“I know that, Zane. We’re much more than that, and that’s the problem. It just isn’t right, and I can’t keep this up with a good conscience.”
“Screw your conscience, Camilla. You’re not going to push me to the side like you did Jesse.”
“How do you know about him?”
“Let’s just say that you’re not as discreet as you would like to think you are. I wonder how many other patients you’ve accidentally gotten involved with in the past? I know I’m not the only one, but I’ll be your last. I don’t care who you’ve got your eye on, you’re mine now.”
“I don’t want anyone else. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you. I knew that you were vulnerable, and I should have been your doctor, not your lover.”
I kind of grinned at her. The irony was thick, and I wished that she really knew what and who she was dealing with. She was making it out like I’d been victimized by her because she’d abused her power. Camilla was quick to forget that I was the one who’d made the first move. I was the one who’d thrown her over the desk in the first place. Maybe she needed another reminder of who I was. I didn’t need her permission.
I pushed myself into my pants. I didn’t like the idea of her being anything but acquiescent when I wanted to have sex. But she wasn’t into it at the moment, and I was okay to wait. The next time that I gave her any, it was going to be right after she begged me, and not a second before that.