Dr. Billionaire's Virgin

by Melinda Minx

“It’s not…” he says. “It’s not like that, I am just trying to do what’s best for both of us.”

  “I’m not asleep anymore, Kaden, you don’t just get to decide for me without even talking to me. Do you understand? Maybe you liked me better when I couldn’t argue or think for myself?”

  “That’s not true,” he says. “You should speak your mind, just like I do—”

  “No,” I say. “You always speak first, you always decide, and I just have to go along with whatever you do.”

  He comes closer to me, but I shove him back. “Go away.”

  “I’m your doctor, I have to—”

  “Get me another doctor then, go!”

  He frowns and walks out of the room.

  I break down into tears. I feel like I was probably too hard on him, but once the floodgates opened—once the anger hit—I couldn’t hold it back any longer.

  11

  Kaden

  “Come on, Ms. Wilbur,” I say. “You need to eat this.”

  “I can’t eat dog food!” she shouts. “I refuse!”

  Her husband gives me a look that lets me know I’m totally on my own. That he’s not going to help me. I don’t blame the guy.

  “It’s not dog food,” I say. “It tastes good—”

  “You eat it then!” she snaps.

  “I’m not allowed to touch food that patients—”

  “Ah,” she says. “How convenient!”

  I try to focus on my breathing, to not lose my cool.

  “I heard you trying to get your husband to do the crossword puzzles with you,” I say.

  “He never will!” she shouts. “He’s crap at them! He’s too dumb to even do a wordsearch!”

  “Well,” I say, “I’m actually really into crossword puzzles, so if you eat your food, I’ll come by every Sunday and we can do the crosswords together. Sound fair?”

  “You’re not just pulling my chain, are ya?” she asks, looking at me with a new sincerity. “If you can’t pull your own weight, then I don’t want your help—”

  “I’m good,” I say. “Hopefully you can keep up with me.”

  She snatches the food out of my hand—baked beans with no flavor and way too little salt—and shoves the spoon into them. She forces the beans down spoonful by spoonful, making a big show of swallowing them down.

  I see her husband sigh with relief, and I smile.

  When the cup is empty, she slams it down on the tray table. “Done! Now you keep up your end on Sunday, alright?”

  “Will do,” I say.

  When I step back into the hallway, I see Dr. Bell scowling at me.

  “Jesus,” I say. “What is it now? Don’t you have an entire hospital to direct? How is it you’re always right up in my face micromanaging me?”

  “Because,” she says, gritting her teeth, “you’re the only doctor who needs constant babysitting. You’re making all my hair go grey, Dr. Prince.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “I called you back in so you could play up this fairytale bullshit, but now I see Dr. Sanders is in there with Rose?”

  “She’s mad at me,” I say.

  Dr. Bell gives me the most derisive look I’ve ever seen from her, and I’ve seen many. There’s a big vein popping right out on her forehead, and I’m pretty sure I can even see it throbbing. “Then make her not be mad at you, Dr. Prince.”

  “I don’t think relationships work like that,” I say. “I think she needs some time to cool down. She’s worried that I’m more focused on my career than on her. You have any advice for me, Dr. Bell? As a woman, I mean?”

  “Don’t ‘as a woman’ me!” she shouts. “You got yourself into this mess, and you can get yourself out of it. The press is fickle, and if you don’t make your fairytale romance look like a fucking fairytale, they will sour on you in an instant. Do you understand?”

  I shrug. “I’ll try to make up with her. I was going to anyway.”

  “Do it fast,” she hisses. “Before whoever is following you around and photographing you figures it out and lets it leak.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” I say.

  She leaves, thankfully.

  I don’t know if I really can rush things with Rose right now. She’s actually got a point. I did treat her too much like a sleeping princess. I acted like I always knew what was best for her, and by talking to all those reporters, I completely made the decision for both of us. I need to remember that soon she won’t be my patient anymore, she’ll just be my...girlfriend? It already feels like more than that, but whatever she’ll be to me, it will have to be an equal partnership. I no longer get to decide what is best for her. It will be hard to break a five-year habit of speaking for her, but she is awake now, and it’s something I’ll have to take seriously going forward.

  I would go talk to her right now, but since Dr. Bell told me to do it, I’ll have to wait until later in the day. The last thing I need is for Rose to feel like I’m really only interested in her to advance my career, or something as equally fucked up as that.

  I stop by to see her in the evening, just before my shift ends.

  “Hey,” I say.

  She crosses her arms, but she doesn’t yell at me to leave. That’s progress.

  “I, uh,” I say, “I was thinking about what you said.”

  She looks skeptically at me.

  “I think you’re probably right,” I say. “I was so used to being the one to speak for you, for deciding for you. It’s been kind of a shock, I think, that I don’t have to do that anymore. That you can speak for yourself now.”

  She’s sitting on her bed, and she gives me a flat, not-quite smile in response. I guess I have to keep talking to turn that into a full smile.

  “I should have asked you,” I say. “How you wanted us to handle this whole thing together. I decided what was best without even talking to you.”

  “And Dr. Bell didn’t just tell you to apologize to me?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

  “She did,” I say. “But fuck her. I’m not doing this for her—”

  “How do you know?” Rose asks. “Maybe it’s easy to convince yourself that the thing you really want is the same thing that’s good for your career?”

  “Really, Rose?” I ask. “You think anything I did leading up to this was good for my career? It feels like I’ve been piloting a four-engine airplane with only one engine still running, and that engine is on fire. Just because the plane didn’t explode yet, doesn’t mean that I felt in control at all. Everything I did for you? Shit, it was career suicide. It’s a fucking miracle I haven’t nuked my career yet after all these fuck-ups, but I’d fuck it all up again, gladly, if it meant that you were awake. And that we still got to be together. Even if being together means I could never be a doctor again.”

  “Come here,” she says.

  I move closer to her, and she jumps out of the bed and hugs me tight. I feel her warmth pressing against me, and I remember everything she said. She wants me to take her virginity, and she doesn’t want to take it slow. I can’t very well do it with her in the hospital bed, though.

  “Shut the door, Kaden,” she whispers.

  I eye the door. “We can’t…”

  “Shut it.”

  I shut the door.

  “Now come here,” she says.

  I lick my lips and step toward her. “You don’t want to lose it in a hospital bed, do you?”

  “Not all of it,” she says. “But I need you to touch me, doctor.”

  An evil grin spreads across my face, and my cock turns rock hard. “Where does it hurt?”

  “My breasts feel so sore,” she says. “Can you please examine them?”

  I find my hands are already on her, there’s zero hesitation. I slide up her waist, feeling the deep dip of her curves, and then I slowly move my hands over her chest, feeling the swollen warmth of her big breasts beneath my hands.

  She isn’t wearing a bra beneath her gown, and the fabric is soft and thin. I feel her soft mounds, knead
ing them beneath her gown. I glance down in amazement and see her nipples poking up and pushing against the fabric. Her breathing gets heavy as I squeeze her. My cock threatens to tear through my pants.

  “Fuck, Rose,” I say. “I’ve wanted to touch you for so long.”

  “Slide under my gown,” she says.

  I reach down and touch her bare ankles, and then slide my hands slowly up her smooth calves. She moans when my hands reach the back of her knees, and then I squeeze her as I reach her lower thighs. When I reach up toward her ass, I expect to feel her panties, but there’s nothing there.

  She looks up at me, blushing. “I was waiting for you to come back and apologize…”

  “Good girl,” I say, squeezing her round cheeks.

  Her eyes close, and she lets out a glorious moan.

  “Where else do you want me to examine?” I ask. “Other than your breasts?”

  “I haven’t come in over seven years,” she whispers. “I’m worried that something’s wrong.”

  “Ah,” I say, my cock throbbing, almost painfully. “I’ll see if we can fix that problem.”

  I bring my hands around her upper thighs, moving toward the forbidden area nestled between her legs.

  I feel her body melting in my hands as I graze my finger across her glorious mound.

  “Doctor…” she says, moaning. Her cheeks flush red.

  “Kaden,” I say in a throaty whisper. “Rose, you’re wet.”

  I run my finger across her moist outer lips, and she shudders. Her eyes roll up into her head.

  “Seven years…” she whispers.

  “Has anyone ever touched you like this before?” I ask.

  She shakes her head. “Never.”

  “Are you sure you want me to be the first one to touch you like this?” I ask, grinning.

  She nods, clutching my forearm—urging me forward.

  I trail my finger up, and I brush it gently against her clit. Her nails dig deep into my muscular arm.

  “Oh, God,” she whispers. “It feels so much better when you do it…”

  “When was the last time you did it?” I ask her.

  Her face burns red, confirming my suspicions. “I didn’t give you permission to do that, Rose, you’re not medically cleared to—”

  “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, Kaden,” she whispers. “And I just keep getting so horny, and I had to—”

  I run my finger along her clit in small circles, and she screams, which shuts her up.

  “Shh,” I say, putting my free hand over her mouth. “Dr. Bell wants us to be seen together, but I doubt this is what she had in mind.”

  “Fuck her,” Rose says, muffled by my hand. “I want to piss her off.”

  “That’s my job,” I say, tracing my finger down to her sopping wet hole. I slide half an inch in, and Rose’s eyes bulge.

  “Are you going to be quiet?” I ask. “Or do you have no control?”

  “I don’t want to be quiet,” she says.

  I put my hand over her mouth, and I slide my finger deeper into her drenched channel. She’s so soaking wet that I can’t stand it. My dick twitches and throbs, begging me to let it out and thrust it between her soaking and swollen lips. To slide it in and out of her tight, virgin hole.

  “God,” she whispers. “It’s so tight.”

  I’ve only got one finger in her, and her pussy is squeezing it for all its worth. It’s tighter than anything I’ve ever felt before.

  “My cock wouldn’t fit in there,” I say. “Not without a lot of pain. I need to loosen you up a bit.”

  “Then you’ll fuck me?” she asks.

  “Not here,” I say. “When you’re discharged…”

  “I need your cock in me, Kaden,” she says, voice pleading. “I can’t stand it any longer.”

  “A few more days,” I say. “For now…”

  I slide my finger all the way in, and she suddenly grabs her breasts, squeezing them. She squeals into my hand, and I start to slide my finger in and out of her. My finger is wet with her juices, and it starts to slide in and out smoothly, though it’s just as tight as ever—just lubricated better.

  “God,” she says. “I can hear it.”

  “That’s good,” I say, locking eyes with her. “I like to hear just how wet you are.”

  Each time my finger slides in and out of her, the slick, wet suction sound fills the room. She’s so tight and wet that she’s air-tight.

  “Another finger,” I whisper.

  “No,” she says. “It will hurt—”

  “You just begged me for my cock, Rose,” I hiss. “You think you can take my cock, but you’re afraid of two fingers?”

  I see her gulp, and she nods.

  I pull my index finger out, and I bring my middle finger up next to it. I start to press into her again. “It helps that you’re so fucking wet.”

  She screams into my hand as I plunge two fingers deep inside her, stretching her virgin hole wider and wider with each plunging motion of my fingers. I slide in and out of her, slow and steady, not wanting to go too fast. Not yet.

  If she wants my long, thick cock, she’ll have to build up to it. She’s waited twenty-five years, she can wait a few more days.

  Though my dick is so hard that I start to doubt that I can wait a few days. I’d take her right now if I thought I could get away with it, but fucking a patient in her hospital bed is a bit much. Even for me.

  I feel her pussy clenching against my fingers.

  “Relax,” I say. “And breathe.”

  “How can I breathe,” she says, pulling my hand off her. “When you are covering my mouth.”

  “Through your nose,” I say, grinning, and I clasp my hand back over her sweet mouth and pouty lips.

  I start moving my fingers in and out, faster and faster, until Rose throws her head back, and her whole body convulses and twitches.

  She’s coming, already, Jesus. I move faster, wishing I could let go of her mouth to work her clit, but I can’t risk her making a sound and bringing someone in. There is no lock on the door. Her muffled cries and moans are loud enough as it is, and I can barely contain them by covering her mouth.

  I feel her pussy squeezing my fingers as she bucks her hips wildly against me, and I slide two fingers right into her mouth.

  “Suck them,” I say.

  She obeys, and I imagine that those soft lips and wet tongue are sucking on my cock and not just my fingers. Her orgasm rocks through her body, and my fingers continue sliding in and out of her, never stopping.

  She sucks hard on my fingers, running her tongue along them. I can feel the vibrations from her low moans going through my fingers. Finally she falls back, her only movements brought down to an occasional and quivering shake. I don’t pull my fingers out of her. She came this hard, and I barely even touched her clit.

  The temptation to just flip her over and fuck her soaking wet pussy is overwhelming. Each time I think about it, my cock swells and presses against my zipper, but I simply can’t yet. If anything, Rose deserves more than losing her virginity in a hospital bed and gown.

  I slide my fingers out. They are soaking wet, and I bring them to my mouth and lick off all her juices.

  “An appetizer,” I say, looking down at her.

  12

  Rose

  The morning that I’m discharged, Kaden has to work a twelve-hour shift. I was so used to Kaden working, meaning that I got to spend time with him, but now that I’m being discharged, it will mean I don’t get to see him.

  As my doctor, he is the one to discharge me. That means I have to get back into a wheelchair after walking fine and without issue for a week.

  “I told you about the wheelchairs,” he says, seeing me pouting. “They just want everyone in a wheelchair. Not a single person could walk if they had their way.”

  I’m still glowing from the time Kaden made me cum. Two days ago now. I tried to get him to do it again, but the hospital was always too busy, and he didn’t think we
’d stay uninterrupted.

  I grabbed for his cock once, and I saw him almost give in to me, but he resisted. He’s got a strong will, because I know he wants to just as bad as I do.

  “I’ll see you tonight,” he says, whispering into my ear as he wheels me down the hall. Dylan is right behind us, so he has to keep quiet.

  “Is tonight the—?”

  “Shh,” he says. “Just relax.”

  I’m tired of him telling me to relax. If he was still a virgin, he would sure as shit not be relaxing.

  We get to the curbside, and Dylan has to go around to get the car.

  “Seriously, Kaden,” I say once Dylan is out of earshot. “Tonight.”

  “We’ll see,” he says, grinning. “I don’t see what the rush—”

  I grab his arm, digging my nails into him. “Tonight, do you understand?”

  He leans closer to me, and presses his lips right against my ear. “I’m so hungry for you, Rose, but hunger is the best spice.”

  Dylan pulls up, and Kaden stands back up, wheeling my chair closer to the curb.

  “Can I get out of the chair now?” I ask.

  “You can,” he says. “I’ll call you when I’m off.”

  “Okay,” I say. “I hope I’ll get off tonight, too.”

  He flashes me a devilish grin, and I jump out of the chair. I blow him a kiss goodbye, and get into the car with Dylan.

  “I don’t know, Rose,” Dylan says.

  “About what?” I ask.

  “It just feels like you’re jumping into things.”

  I sigh. Dylan is doing a lot for me, so it would be good if I didn’t bite his head off right now. But I definitely feel like biting his head off.

  “Dylan,” I say. “I kind of have to jump into things. I lost seven years of my life. In a lot of ways, I still feel like I’m eighteen, but I’m not. I’m twenty-five. In a few years, everyone my age will be married off, and I’m still—like—a naive schoolgirl.”

  I’m not going to tell my brother that I’m a virgin.

  “Sorry,” Dylan says. “I’m just worried, you know? Since you are, uh, naive and stuff—”