Doctor Heal Thyself [Internet Bonds Series Book 5]

by Christy Poff

  "My beautiful Sheridan, I love you more than life."

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  In a room down the hall, Stasia and Ridge enjoyed almost the same thing, though Ridge had his mistress tied to the bed while he fucked her senseless as she'd commanded. Married almost six months, Stasia remained the Dominant in their relationship, exactly where Ridge wanted her in his life.

  Stasia wanted to command him, but her gag prevented it. Whenever they stayed at the ranch, she wanted it, both preferring not to let everyone else in the house know what they were doing or their private joy.

  "Shall I pound my mistress’ cunt and fill her?"

  Her groan drove him, answer enough for him.

  Ridge's appearance tended to be misleading. Tall and lanky, his muscular frame filled out t-shirts and jeans exactly as Stasia wanted. A quiet man, she knew how strong and loud he could be.

  Ridge buried his massive cock deep within her body, enjoying the feel of her clenching around him. Slowly, he moved in and out of her, driving her senses over the edge while he tugged her nipple rings. Once both nipples had been attended to, he drew back and grabbed her hips, lifting her ass a little. Ridge pounded her pussy, fast and furious like a well-lubricated piston.

  "That's it, Mistress. Take me with your commanding body. I want to fuck you like this always.” As he spoke, his strokes became more forceful, a new fire coming to his eyes.

  Her body arched as much as the restraints allowed, needing more contact.

  "My mistress should become pregnant like Mistress Sheridan. Would you like that?"

  Stasia tried to scream yes, the gag forcing her to nod.

  "Good, then I will do everything in my power to please you."

  Her muffled screams music to his ears, Ridge filled her, then dropped down to kiss her. He removed the gag, his mouth covering hers.

  "I love you, Stasia."

  * * * *

  Stasia and Ridge met Ross and Sheridan in the entry hall to the main house. Dressed to go outside, Sheridan wore the fur coat he'd given her when she first came to the ranch over a corduroy jumper and silk blouse.

  "Where are you two going?” Stasia asked.

  "We are going to take advantage of the new fallen powder and take the sleigh out."

  "It's a little chilly, isn't it?” Stasia asked, concerned about Sheridan's condition.

  "Maybe, maybe not,” Ross devilishly replied.

  They went outside, Ross helping his wife into the antique sleigh Warren had painstakingly restored. Alvaro held the reins waiting for them to get comfortable under the bearskin blanket, made from the coat of the rogue male that attacked Ross almost a year earlier.

  "Whenever you're ready, Alvaro,” Ross stated.

  "Yes, sir."

  He snapped the reins, the horse taking off at a steady gait while keeping a constant pace.

  "How do you feel, slave?” he asked once they had been underway for a short time.

  "Wonderful. I've never enjoyed a sleigh ride before."

  Since meeting Ross Beckham, her life had been opened to so many fantastic things never enjoyed in her previously sheltered life.

  "Well, then sit back and..."

  "May I...” she started, whispering the rest of her request in his ear.

  "Of course, you know I'd never deny you anything."

  She smiled before slipping underneath the cover to kneel at his feet. She unzipped his jeans, released his cock and went down on him. The heat between them became like an inferno, Sheridan comfortably warm beneath the spread.

  "My God, Sheridan,” he growled, one hand clenching the side of the sleigh while his other went to the back of her head applying pressure as she loved him. He exploded into her throat, his hand pressed her closer. She pulled back a little, Ross releasing her.

  She slowly emerged from under the spread, smiling and happily sated.

  "Do you know what I want to do to you right now?"

  "What's stopping you?” she asked innocently.

  "Your swollen belly is in the way. I need you flat on your back so my tongue can fuck your wet pussy. I worry about the cold and your pregnancy."

  "Stables—when we get back..."

  "You minx."

  * * * *

  When they finally returned to the house, Stasia met them, acting like a mother hen.

  "I can't help it,” she told them.

  Sheridan smiled.

  "That's why I want you to be their godmother."

  "No,” Stasia said, surprising everyone.

  "What?” Ross and Sheridan said together.

  "I won't be their godmother, I'll be their ‘god-mistress'."

  The four of them broke out laughing, Sheridan gasping.

  "What's wrong?” Ross asked.

  "Nothing, I think I was laughing too hard."

  "Are you sure?"

  "Yes ... No ... Ohhhh..."

  "Sheridan?"

  "I think I'm in labor."

  Ross handed her coat to Stasia, picked Sheridan up and carried her up to their bed.

  "Ross..."

  "Bentley wants you to rest."

  "But..."

  "My slave will rest,” he commanded.

  "Yes, Master."

  Ross put her down next to the bed and helped her take off her clothes before she slipped under the covers. Stasia told Ridge to go and notify Bentley, wanting to give him something to do.

  "Ross, anything I can do?” she asked.

  "Not right now,” Sheridan answered, frustrated. “I've just started this. He told me it would be a while."

  "And he also told you it could be very fast,” Ross said, as he pulled the covers back a little.

  "Then I'll leave the two of you alone. Call me if you need anything."

  Stasia left the room, Ross relieved to be alone with his wife. Pulling the covers back more, he exposed her full breasts, longing to take and suckle them.

  "I should remove your jewelry."

  "Might be an idea,” she agreed, watching him as he removed her clit dangle first. With it came the sensations of his tongue on her pussy. He traced her belly as he moved to her navel next. He removed the diamond/onyx dangle, kissing her before he continued torturing her overly-sensitive body. He took his time removing the nipple piercings, lazily suckling each firm nipple.

  "You are radiant, slave."

  "Only in your eyes,” she told him. “I'm the size of this house."

  He kissed her, massaging her stomach as the contractions came over her.

  "You are perfection, Sheridan."

  "So are you, Master. I love you, Ross."

  "I love you, too."

  * * * *

  In the wee hours of the next morning, Sheridan screamed. Ross jumped up, at her side immediately from the chair where he'd fallen asleep.

  "Sheridan, what's wrong?"

  "Get Bentley! They're stronger and closer,” she gasped.

  Ross grabbed the phone, calling Bill Bentley.

  "Bill, she needs you. She's got them coming faster and harder,” she heard him say right before he hung up.

  "Well?"

  "He's on his way."

  "Okay ... Ow!!!!"

  Ross did what he could for her until Bentley arrived. While waiting, he called Stasia, who ran to comfort her slave.

  "I don't think I'm going to make it to the hos ... Ow..."

  Ross looked at his wife, Stasia going to get extra sheets to place under Sheridan. They didn't want to change the sheets, Sheridan not wanting to move any more than she had to.

  Bentley arrived moments later, his wife Annie behind him.

  After a few routine questions, he checked Sheridan and groaned.

  "Bill?"

  "You're going to be delivering soon. The first one's crowning.” She groaned. “Sheridan, go with it and try to relax."

  "That's easy for you to say,” she hissed. Sheridan cried out when another contraction overwhelmed her.

  "Sheridan, get ready to push. Ross, can you get the med chopper here?
"

  "Sure,” he said, pulling out his cell phone and dialing nine-one-one. “Yes, this is Ross Beckham. Doctor William Bentley needs the med-chopper flown to the Spread R Bar Ranch for a high risk maternity. She's delivering twins ... Thank you.” Ross shut off his cell phone, squeezing Sheridan's hand.

  "What did they say?"

  "They'll be flying as soon as they complete preflight."

  "Good,” Bentley said, turning back to his patient. “Push, Sheridan."

  A few moments later, their first daughter felt the warmth of her new life. Bentley put her in a small blanket in his wife's arms. She quickly took the infant and gently cleaned her up while getting her measured. Stasia slipped in behind Bentley waiting to take their second child.

  "Sheridan, you've given birth to a beautiful baby girl but now, we have to concentrate on your second one."

  "I'm too tired."

  "Ross is here to help you but we need to..."

  "Ow...” she cried out.

  "Come on, Sheridan, a few more minutes and you can go to sleep and rest."

  "I can't do it,” she moaned.

  "I'll help you, slave,” Ross whispered.

  "Sheridan, push."

  With Ross’ help and Bentley's coaching, she delivered their second daughter. Stasia gently took her to Annie.

  "Congratulations you two, you are the proud parents of two beautiful daughters."

  "Thanks, Bill,” Ross said, shaking his hand while his other arm cradled his exhausted wife.

  "Annie, why don't you and Stasia take care of the ladies while I get some information and talk to the flight nurse. Ross?"

  "Are they all right?"

  "They're fine and I see no need for a flight into the medical center. Annie's here and I've got what I need down at the office."

  "Great news, isn't it, Sheri..."

  He looked down to find Sheridan asleep, then kissed her forehead.

  Ross and Bentley left the women alone so they could care for Sheridan and the newborns.

  * * * *

  Bentley went outside to talk with the flight nurse and the pilot of the medical helicopter sitting on the lawn. They'd landed a few minutes before, shutting down the craft in case they had to wait.

  "I've got great news, patients are all fine and I don't feel they need transport to the hospital.

  "Okay, Doc. Give the Beckhams our best."

  "Will do,” Bentley said, grinning. Normally, there might be a problem with a cancelled flight but when it came to Ross Beckham, they made the exception. Beckham had quietly donated the helicopter to their emergency medical program, never asking for anything in return.

  Bentley watched the helicopter fly off, then went inside to talk to Ross, needing information for his daughter's birth certificates. Finding Ross stretched out on the couch, he laughed.

  "Go ahead and catch a few minutes,” he said, spreading an afghan over the new father who'd been up almost thirty-six hours. He had to be exhausted.

  Bentley filled out what information he could about the Beckham twins, then sat back and waited for their father to wake up.

  * * * *

  Ross returned to his wife's side after his quick nap, taking her hand in his. He watched her sleeping, another one of his favorite pastimes. She stirred and he smiled.

  "Hi."

  "Hi, yourself."

  "Are they all right?"

  "All three of you are. Stasia and Annie are with them now. They gave you time to rest before their first feeding."

  Sheridan moved closer to him, her hand going to his face.

  "Thank you for being with me."

  "I wouldn't have missed it, though I have to admit I fell asleep downstairs while Bill spoke with the flight crew."

  "You went through every minute with me; you had to be exhausted."

  "Bill covered me up and waited for me to wake up to fill out the necessary paperwork. I didn't give him names yet."

  "Well, let's tell him."

  They called the others in, Stasia and Annie bringing the twins in to their parents. Annie gave their firstborn to Sheridan while Ross took her sister.

  "We wanted to introduce you to Victoria Erika and Joely Stasia Beckham, our daughters."

  * * * *

  A few weeks after the twins’ birth, the weather became unusually warm. Ross and Sheridan left their daughters with Ashley, their nanny, and went riding. Ross had sensed her restlessness, Sheridan not used to being restricted in her movements by anything other than his desires.

  "You need to get out and get some fresh air."

  "I didn't realize what life with twins would be like. I'm grateful we hired Ashley."

  They rode up to Ross’ favorite spot; the place where he'd truly made love to her before Yelena's machinations, then dismounted.

  "I'd almost forgotten how beautiful it is here."

  "That's why I thought it would be the perfect place to enjoy your first day out."

  "It is,” she agreed.

  "Slave, take me as only you can,” he commanded as he leaned against a huge oak tree.

  "Yes, my loving master."

  She knelt before him, then went to release his cock but stopped.

  "Sheridan?” he asked, concerned.

  "I have not presented myself to my master,” she quietly said, Ross knowing she expected punishment. She seductively removed her loose-fitting dress, his groan causing her body to react while she smiled. Once she presented her naked body to her master, she released his cock from his jeans, taking his shaft deep into her mouth. Automatically, she put her hands behind her back while she set a feverish pace. His hand went to the back of her head sending more heat through both of them.

  "Take it all, Sheridan,” he ordered as he exploded into her, filling her with his essence. “God, you're perfect, slave,” he complimented when she laved his cock and teased his slit.

  "Thank you, Master."

  He slid down to meet her, holding her breasts while teasing her sensitive yet sore nipples.

  "I've missed you, wife."

  "Then fuck me, husband."

  "It's too soon, isn't it?"

  "I don't care. I need you inside me. It's been too many months since your cock throbbed inside my..."

  His mouth covered hers, Ross roughly kissing her as raw passion drove him.

  "You know I can't refuse you,” he gasped.

  "Then don't."

  He led her to a soft area of grass and spread a blanket out before he laid her on it.

  "You're sure?"

  "Very."

  He kissed her again, squeezing her breasts while flicking his tongue over her firm buds. Slowly, he thrust his hard shaft into her hungry pussy, her body enveloping him immediately, while refusing to release him.

  "Ross?"

  "Sheridan?"

  "Harder. I want you as hard as you can."

  "I love you, slave."

  "Then do it and use me as your favorite toy."

  "Yes, Mistress,” he said, pounding her pussy until they neared the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm. Sheridan screaming his name in the quiet glen scared off birds from nearby trees.

  "Sheridan, you're the best thing to ever happen to me."

  "You helped the doctor heal and showed me my true nature. I love you, Master R."

  "I love you, too, my mistress."

  "Then take me again and give me your son."

  "What?"

  "I want you to have a son. There are way too many girls in the house."

  "But you know I love having women around me."

  "I do but you only need one and I'm here for you always."

  "You really don't know what you do to me. Do you?"

  "Then show me."

  Sheridan called his name once more, her voice echoing through the stillness. Smiling, she knew she was exactly where she wanted and needed to be. She'd come a long way from a confused therapist and found her true nature, healing herself in more ways than she could count. Ross had given her the missing link to h
er life and she embraced it wholeheartedly.

  Ross took her to new limits on a warm late-winter day, Sheridan begging for more.

  "Ross, I'm yours,” she gasped.

  "Mine."

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Christy Poff lives in southeastern Pennsylvania with her husband and two teens, although her son is in the Air Force stationed in Minot, North Dakota and remains a cell phone call away.

  Previously, she wrote news articles for local newspapers and regional firefighting publications. With her articles, she added photography to her pieces.

  She has judged for the Rose City Romance Writers (Portland, Oregon chapter) Golden Rose Author's contest since 2002.

  Writing for several years, she has a deep respect for Civil War history and has done extensive research into the times. This love and research have resulted in several Civil War novels looking for a home. CHASE FOR AN ANGEL was born from this and the others followed.

  She loves old cities with charm and history like Charleston and New Orleans, the wide open spaces in Wyoming, the Dakotas, Civil War battlefields and the hustle and bustle of Las Vegas and seeing the rest of the US. One day, she hopes to see Ireland with her daughter and both Canadian coasts.

  A volunteer firefighter for over twenty-five years, she's been able to use her experience in several published works for others and even in some of her own works in progress.

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