Doctor Heal Thyself [Internet Bonds Series Book 5]

by Christy Poff

  "Not now, thank you. I'll wait for Stasia."

  "Yes, sir. May I say it's a pleasure to finally meet you? Mistress talks about you all the time."

  Ross looked at him.

  "What does she say?” he asked, a little uncomfortable.

  "She credits you with brilliant training. She knows immediately anyone who..."

  "She does?"

  "Yes,” Ridge said as he hung the last of Ross’ suits in the closet.

  "Interesting."

  Ridge left after he started Ross’ shower, anticipating Ross’ desires.

  Ross stripped out of his khakis and white shirt. Checking his leg and seeing no obvious problems, he walked into the shower. The heat feeling good, he closed his eyes while leaning against the wall, relaxing until he felt a pair of cool hands run up and down his body to his neck. Ross smiled.

  "Stasia, my love, you haven't changed."

  "Oh, but I have, love."

  He pulled her closer, his mouth covering hers.

  "You feel good. How long has it been?"

  "Five years, nine months and three days but I'm not counting."

  They laughed, Ross kissing her again. Stasia slid down the length of her master's body, catching his cock with her lips, taking him deep in her throat. Slowly, she drew back, Ross groaning.

  "My, God, woman, you have changed—for the better."

  "Thank you, Master,” she purred before taking his cock slowly into her mouth. Overwhelmed, Ross pressed her to him, her lips brushing his balls and driving him crazy. Holding her in place, he pumped his cock into her, fucking her mouth, Stasia unable to do anything but go with him.

  The instant he burst into her throat, her nails dug into his firm ass needing something strong to support herself. She moaned, taking his release and savoring the taste of the one man she knew she could never have.

  "Stasia, why did you ever leave the ranch?” he asked her a short while later when they could talk.

  "Yelena wanted my position. She's a ruthless woman. Once she set her sights on you, I didn't stand a chance."

  "Yelena's gone."

  "I'm glad for you. She's dangerous,” she warned, thinking of the message left on her machine.

  "She drove away the only woman who can give me what I've searched for the last ten years."

  "Ross, I need to ask you something."

  "What?” he asked, brushing her hair from her face.

  "What would you say if I told you I have a new slave, one you trained but who would leave me in a heartbeat if you wanted her back?"

  "Sheridan?"

  "Yes, Master. I didn't know before she submitted to me. She came here one night begging to be punished because her master had sent her away without reason. After she went through flogging, she told me she wanted dominance. I saw your mark on her in everything she did and claimed her until I talked to you."

  "Why didn't you call earlier?"

  "I did. I commanded Yelena to call me when you came out of the coma or went home from the hospital. She disobeyed me. I finally called Bentley, who told me what happened up on the bluff. Relief overwhelmed me and I hinted to Sheridan about getting in touch with you."

  "She never called. Yelena never told me about..."

  "Yelena was losing control. She needed to keep you close and if you and Sheridan..."

  "My God, is Sheridan all right?'

  "Yes, but she's fragile, though she is very good. I wouldn't mind a threesome between us but she is still yours to command."

  "Does she know I'm here?"

  "No, I didn't tell her about our connection. She only knows I wish to share her with my visiting master."

  "And she agreed?'

  "She did, refusing to anger me. You trained her well."

  Ross looked at Stasia knowing she told him the truth.

  "Thank you for taking her in."

  "One thing—did she submit to you totally?'

  "Yes, why?"

  "She's emotionally fragile, like I said. Why did she come to you in the first place?"

  "A client questioned her credibility as a therapist."

  "Good God. No wonder,” Stasia said. “Thank God, you got to her first. I'd hate to see what would have happened if some of the others got to her before you did."

  Ross pulled her closer.

  "Stasia, I'm sorry but if she'll have me, I want her back."

  "I know, love. I expected it."

  "I want her as my wife."

  "Then I want my threesome first."

  "I think you both deserve it."

  Ross framed her face, kissing Stasia deeply. He loved her but she didn't create the fire within him that only Sheridan did.

  "I have an idea how to get what we both want. Do you feel up to it tonight?"

  "How?"

  "I'll go to her as always but you'll be with me. You remain hidden until I blindfold her, then we can go from there."

  "Good idea."

  "When?"

  "Let me get dressed."

  "Good, I'll call her."

  "What?"

  "Listen and you'll hear what I have planned."

  "Okay,” he said, going to the closet and pulling out a black Armani suit with matching black shirt.

  Standing a short distance from him, Stasia waited for Sheridan to answer her phone.

  "Drop the towel,” she told him.

  "Yes, Mistress,” he said.

  "Ooh, nice,” she purred. “Sheridan, hi ... I'll be over in twenty minutes. I want you in the center of the entry hall, presenting your luscious body but with a twist. I want you blindfolded ... Good, my luscious slave."

  Stasia hung up, looking at Ross.

  "Perfect,” he said, dressing. “Go get ready."

  "All I need is my coat and my boots."

  "Boots?"

  "I feel kinky tonight."

  "I see,” he said.

  "Let's go, Master."

  Ross groaned.

  * * * *

  Sheridan hung up, then quickly found a black silk scarf to use as a blindfold for her mistress’ pleasure. She went downstairs naked and turned on the huge chandelier which lit the entry to her house. Since Stasia's first visit, the table she originally had sitting in the middle of the floor had been moved leaving the design on the marble floor as the focal point of the huge space.

  Once she stood in the center of the design, she tied the scarf around her head covering her eyes, unable to see her mistress when she came in. She knelt, her knees parted, her hands behind her back and waited.

  Moments later, she heard the key unlocking the door followed by Stasia's heels and another set of footsteps from—men's boots. Her mistress had brought her master intending to share her with him. Her nipples hardened more in addition to the constant arousal from the piercings. Her breasts swelled aching to be touched, her pussy oozing.

  She'd felt this way with Ross but ... No, it couldn't be him...

  "Very nice, slave. You pay me a wonderful compliment."

  "Yes, Mistress."

  "I've brought my master and I will share your luscious body with him."

  "Anything for the both of you,” Sheridan said. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she had two thoughts. First, she felt comfortable with the stranger only because she trusted her mistress implicitly. Her second thought—could it be Ross or Master R? No, it couldn't be ... or could it?

  "You will do as you are commanded without question."

  "Yes, Mistress."

  "Good,” Stasia said, motioning Ross to where she wanted him to stand. “Master?"

  Ross knew Stasia well enough to silently command her. They wanted the mystery to go on for a little bit before Sheridan came to terms with all this.

  Silently, Stasia took his jacket, then unbuttoned his shirt. She undid his belt, followed by his pants, his legs parted enough to keep them from falling down to his knees or lower. Never would Ross look like an idiot—she'd always make sure he looked handsome and distinguished.

  She took his
jacket and laid it across the end of the banister with her coat. Wearing only boots, she went back to Ross kissing him deeply. She stepped to the side, then went to Sheridan. Gently lifting her slave up on her knees, she made sure Sheridan's mouth was in the right place.

  "Open your mouth, slave."

  Sheridan did, Stasia extremely pleased. Grasping Ross’ cock, she placed its head on Sheridan's lips, Sheridan automatically taking it in her mouth. She held Sheridan's head in place.

  "Master?"

  Ross nodded, then drew back, allowing her tongue to lave his slit. Sheridan licked the drops of pre-cum, savoring the taste of ... Her body reeled, the reaction overpowering as she feverishly took his cock. Heat coursed through her, Sheridan praying this was not her imagination. She lost herself sucking his velvety shaft, unaware Stasia held her aching breasts, playing with her nipple rings.

  Suddenly, more heat coursed through her when his hands pressed her closer to him. She relaxed, letting go and submitting to her true master. She savored the taste of his seed flowing down her throat. Sheridan knew she belonged to him and nothing between them had changed.

  When he drew back, she held her breasts for him, spreading her legs more.

  "Master, use me. I give you everything I am if you'll take me back,” Sheridan begged, removing the blindfold to gaze into his eyes.

  "What about your mistress?"

  "She understands, I hope."

  "Yes, I do but I ask one thing."

  "Mistress?"

  "I'd like to share my master with you."

  "I suggest we continue this in a comfortable bed. My leg..."

  "Master?” Sheridan asked concerned.

  "Let's get you upstairs and off it."

  "Stasia, go prepare the bed while I talk with your slave."

  "Yes, Master,” she said, winking. Ross waited until she'd disappeared before he said anything.

  "Sheridan, I'm sorry about our separation. I gave Yelena instructions to bring you to me. I never wanted you to leave."

  "But the note...” she asked cautiously.

  "Yelena wrote it, not me,” he assured her, touching her neck, the fire within her blazing.

  "I tried calling but could get no answers."

  "Yelena left strict instructions with the hospital. I didn't find out until a few days ago. If I had known..."

  "Why didn't Master R..."

  "I think you know we're one and the same."

  Ross painfully knelt in front of her, taking her hands but holding back the urge to pull her down to him.

  "Sheridan Greenlaw, I love you. I should have told you the night before the bear attack. I'm sorry for that. Will you forgive me and remain as my slave?"

  "Yes, Master."

  "Will you honor me by becoming my wife?"

  Sheridan's legs weakened. She dropped to her knees, her eyes sparkling with a newly ignited flame.

  "Did you just ask me to marry you?” she asked.

  "Yes, I did. I can't live without you."

  "And if I quit being a therapist?"

  "I want you. If you give up your practice, I'll love you more because I'll be able to fuck you whenever either one of us wants to. I want you at my side twenty-four/seven/three sixty-five forever. Please, slave, marry me."

  "Yes, Master, I will."

  His mouth covered hers while he squeezed her breasts, flicking her overly sensitive and aroused nipples.

  "Help me upstairs so I can fuck you senseless."

  "Yes, Master."

  "Sheridan?"

  "Ross?"

  "I love you..."

  * * * *

  Stasia helped Sheridan get Ross into bed. Stasia removed his boots while Sheridan took care of his clothes.

  "Master, your desires?"

  "I want to watch the two of you, then you will come to me."

  Stasia smiled, pulling Sheridan to her, their breasts pressed together. Knowing the torture Ross was putting Sheridan through by making her wait for his touch, Stasia kissed her while one hand slid between her slave's legs. Sheridan instinctively spread her legs wider to give her mistress access to her aching pussy. Sheridan feathered kisses along Stasia's neck to her breasts.

  Taking Stasia's nipple in her mouth, Sheridan suckled it while she pressed her pussy against Stasia's hand. Stasia slid two fingers into Sheridan teasing her before she pumped them in and out.

  "Ride it, slave,” she commanded, taking Sheridan's hand and holding it at her own pussy. “Feel me, Sheridan. I'm wet for you. Fuck my cunt, slave."

  "Yes, Mistress,” she moaned, her last words before Stasia covered her mouth, her tongue delving into Sheridan. Together they cried out, both coming at the same time.

  "Come to me, ladies."

  They went to Ross, one on either side of him. He pulled Sheridan into a kiss while Stasia took his cock. While she drove him, he held Sheridan's breast, massaging it and enjoying her reaction.

  "Your tits were made for piercing."

  "Thank you, Master."

  "I want you in chains so I can tug one and you cry out in total pleasure."

  "Anything,” she gasped.

  "Outstanding. Suck Stasia's pussy while I feast on yours."

  Like a well-oiled machine, they moved into the new position. Stasia lay on her back between Ross's legs pressing against his body. Sheridan held his cock while she laved Stasia's pussy, her pace matching his siege on her body. Stasia's hand went to hers and together they held his cock. When Sheridan found her, Stasia cried out, pulling Sheridan into a kiss. Together, they drove him to release, his seed bursting onto their breasts. The heat flowed through them like an out-of-control wildfire.

  Ross nipped Sheridan, giving her permission to come. She wanted to call his name but Stasia's kiss stopped her. The feel of his hands on her body sent her into overdrive. She broke away from Stasia.

  "Ross, please..."

  "Please what, Mistress Sheridan?"

  "Fuck me...” she begged.

  "Yes, slave,” he said. She shifted position lowering her pussy onto his waiting cock. Stasia quietly slipped away to leave them alone. “Put your arms over your head. I want to see your beautiful tits while I fuck your gorgeous pussy. Later, I want to see your body in diamonds."

  "Anything..."

  "Do you remember your answers about other piercings and tattoos?"

  "Yes, and I still want them. Stasia did my nipples but I want you to do the others."

  He groaned thinking of her gorgeously decked out in gemstones but first, he had to take care of the traditional jewelry.

  Sheridan moved up and down on his cock feeling him swell inside her and filling her body with his power. The harder she pumped his cock, the more she teetered on the edge of euphoria. She grabbed her hair for something to hold onto, feeling her breasts bouncing with her rhythm.

  His hands on her hips kept the fires inside her flaming. She cried out when he exploded into her. Ross pulled her down to him, kissing her while he continued filling her.

  "You'd better be a pregnant slave after this,” he stated.

  * * * *

  Ross watched every move Sheridan made. The sight of his hungry, slave-starved cock entering her wet pussy drove him. From his position, he could watch his cock taken by her body as her cunt clenched onto him. Her breasts gently bouncing at first before settling into a frantic harmony with her movements confirmed everything in his life leading to this moment. Sheridan Greenlaw made him happy.

  When he exploded into her and pulled her to him, all he could think of was Sheridan carrying a child—his child.

  "You'd better be a pregnant slave after this,” he stated.

  "Anything for you, Ross. I need you more than I could ever have imagined possible."

  Ross pulled her tight, rolling her on her back while his cock remained embedded within her glorious body. He brushed the hair from her face, gazing at her. Slowly, he moved inside her—slow, deliberate strokes. His arms snaked under hers, his hands finding their way to her shoulders, g
ripping them firmly.

  On each thrust into her, he spoke to her, feathering kisses on her between his words.

  "I take you, Sheridan Greenlaw, to be my wife ... my lover ... my slave ... my mistress ... the mother of my children ... and the possessor of my heart ... and soul,” he told her. “I love you, my wife."

  To the same rhythm, she replied.

  "I take you, Ross Beckham ... to be my husband ... my lover ... my master ... my slave ... the father of my children ... and the possessor ... of my entire being,” she told him. “With my heart ... soul ... and my love ... I submit to you ... for your ... complete control and dominance over ... my entire life."

  Ross exploded within her.

  "I love you, Sheridan Beckham."

  "I love you, too, Ross."

  * * * *

  Seamus Melvin let himself into Sheridan Greenlaw's house using his lock pick. He crept across the entry, seeing a man's jacket lying across the end of the banister. He expertly checked the pockets finding nothing he could use to discover the identity of the man spending the night.

  "So, you do have a sex life after all,” he murmured to himself. “I'll give you two one more fuck before I end everything for you."

  He crept upstairs, hearing the shower running. He peeked through the old-fashioned keyhole under the doorknob—strange interior décor for an ultramodern house—and saw Sheridan walk from the bathroom wearing an oversized terry robe. He watched her go to her lover kissing him.

  The man groaned, then slid from bed, heading to the shower. Melvin noticed a slight limp, mentally filing the information for future use. As soon as he could be positive the man was busy, he slipped into the room coming up behind his target.

  "So nice to see you again, Doctor."

  "Who are you? How did you get in here?"

  "You don't remember the Irishman your diagnosis put behind bars for life in London?"

  "Seamus Melvin?"

  "That's right,” he said, forcing her to the floor where he taped her feet together followed by her wrists. She struggled against him but Melvin overpowered her, his knee in the middle of her back. He pressed a piece of tape over her mouth, then yanked her to her knees.

  "Don't move or lover boy dies."

  * * * *

  Sheridan felt the shower's heat soothe her sore body. Never had she felt as complete as she did now. She felt great because she finally had everything she wanted and needed.