Dr Stanton

by T L Swan

  Cameron is sitting in the dark on a deckchair with a glass of scotch in his hand.

  “Hey.” I smile sadly as I walk toward him.

  “Hi,” he replies flatly.

  I sit next to him. “You okay?”

  He nods.

  We sit for a while in the silence. I’m unsure what to say because everything is the wrong thing at this point.

  Finally, I ask, “Do you want me to make you something to eat?”

  “Not hungry,” he whispers, almost to himself.

  I watch him struggle to contain his emotion. “How many patients have you lost in surgery?”

  “Five,” he replies, emotionless.

  I nod.

  “Five too many,” he adds softly.

  I stare out at the pool in front of us. I wish there was something I could do to take away his hurt. “Do you want me to go?”

  He shakes his head.

  I bite my bottom lip as I watch him. “How can I help you?” I whisper.

  His eyes stay focused on the pool in front of us.

  “Can you make me forget the day I’ve just had?” he whispers sadly.

  I stare out at the pool. “I think I can.”

  A trace of a smile crosses his lips as he sips his drink.

  “Do you want to show me what this bondage thing you like is all about?”

  His eyes flicker to me.

  “I’ve never done it.” I smile shyly. “But… would that take your mind off things?”

  Arousal flickers like fire in his eyes, and suddenly, I don’t know if that was a good suggestion.

  “It would,” he whispers darkly. Without another word, he stands and takes me by the hand, leading me into the house and slowly up the stairs to his bedroom.

  We get to his room and he slides my shirt over my head, and then slides my pants down my legs until I stand before him completely naked. He bends and takes my nipple into his mouth, biting me hard until my head throws back in pain.

  Ah shit, I think I’m about to find out what rough fucking is really like.

  “Lie on the bed,” he orders.

  I kneel down on the bed.

  “On your back,” he commands.

  Oh shit. I roll over and lie on my back.

  “Starfish.”

  I spread my legs and arms, and he walks into his wardrobe, returning with silk, navy tassel ropes.

  Hell. Here we go. This is not what I had in mind when I came here to comfort him. He’s not going to try anal is he? Fucking hell, what have I got myself into? I swallow the fear in my throat, and he ties one arm to one bed post, and the other to the other post. He pulls me tight so I can hardly move.

  “Legs open.” He growls.

  Oh shit. I spread my legs and he ties one leg to one bedpost and the other leg to the other bedpost. I’m spread out as far as I can stretch.

  His eyes scan down my naked, spread body, and he smiles as he licks his lips. I watch him circle me on the bed as he lifts his shirt over his head and then drops his pants.

  Naked and beautiful, he gives himself three long strokes, and I feel my insides clench in appreciation. I never imagined doing anything like this… but if I can distract him and give him just an hour of relief from his pain, it will be worth it. He leans down and kisses me—all tongue, all suction—and my head lifts off the pillow to try and get more of him. His lips drop to my neck, and I turn my head in time for him to see my eyes close with pleasure. With him kneeling on the bed next to me, I can see every vein and the pre-ejaculate that drips from the end of his thick cock.

  I start to melt.

  “I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers before he bites me hard. “Even when I’m deep inside your body, it isn’t close enough, Ash.”

  He starts to really bite me and it borders on too painful as his stubble burns my skin.

  Holy hell, I’ve never seen him like this.

  His lips drop to my collarbone, down to my breasts, where he bites my nipple. “You drive me fucking crazy, Ashley.”

  He sucks deep and I cry out in pain, “Ouch, Cam.”

  “Don’t Ouch Cam me.” He growls as he bends and bites my hipbone hard. “You’re about to find out how ouchy it can get.”

  I buck and feel the bite of the ties. Jesus, what have I got myself into here? He bites my hipbone again and I pull on the ties as I struggle. He drops his head lower and lower until he’s between my legs. I hold my breath. He stills and spreads my flesh wide for him to gaze at.

  “You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispers. Goosebumps scatter across my skin. This seems too intimate for where we are supposed to be. His mouth moves over me and he sucks as his eyes close in pleasure. He sucks harder and harder, and I buck up, earning a smirk from him as he pushes me back to the mattress. “You’re going to come, Bloss. You’re going to come so fucking hard, it’s going to hurt.”

  I watch him, half petrified because I’m in a state of pain already, yet half aroused and intrigued. He starts to lap at me, lick me, bite me, and it’s all I can do not to break the ropes that bind me. He almost brings me to orgasm, and then doesn’t let me have it, pulling back at the last second again and again.

  “Cameron,” I cry. “Give… it to… me,” I pant as I struggle with the ties. I need to break free. He starts to flick his tongue over my clit in what I can only describe as the most amazing feeling I have ever experienced, and I shudder as I pull on the ties and let the orgasm fill my body. I pant as I battle with the overwhelming urge to close my legs.

  “Cameron…” I plead. “Untie me.”

  He rises up to his knees and pushes three fingers into me hard, and my body shudders. Oh God. He starts to work me. In, out, hard, hard pumps with his fingers, and I’m so sensitive from the orgasm, I don’t think I can take it. I need to bring my legs together and I struggle with the ties.

  “Cameron…” I pant as I struggle.

  He pushes four fingers in and I cry out. “Ouch!” I yell. He’s deep inside me, up to his knuckles.

  “Oh, this beautiful cunt needs a good workout. I can’t wait to fuck it.” He growls as he works me. I can see every muscle flex in his upper body as he moves.

  He hits my g-spot and really starts to pump. I start to convulse. Holy fucking shit. Another orgasm rips through me and my legs beg me to slam them shut. “Cameron, please…” I whisper. “Untie me.”

  He kisses my stomach tenderly with an open mouth. “We haven’t even started yet, baby.” He smiles against my skin as his finger softly plays with my hypersensitive clit. I’m so wet, and this just seems too intimate, giving him complete control over my body like this.

  My eyebrows rise. Haven’t even started yet? What the hell? Oh God, this is torture… in the best possible way.

  He rises above me and straddles my stomach, his hard cock resting just above my navel until he starts to rock himself on me. I watch him, his tanned body, his muscles rippling as he moves, his dark, wanting eyes watching me as he pumps higher and higher… until he’s over my face, teasing my mouth with his dick.

  “What do you want, Ashley?” he purrs.

  The sight of him above me and the throb of my sex starts a fire deep inside me—a fire I didn’t know I had the ability to bring to life. I struggle with the ropes and I lift my head to lick him, but he pulls away from me.

  “No licking.” He growls. “You’ll take it all.”

  I frown as he feeds his cock into my mouth and slides it down my throat until I gag.

  He slides out with a dark smile and I can’t help but frown as he does it again. I gag once more.

  “Cameron,” I whisper. “You’re too big.”

  “If you can take me vaginally, you can take me orally.” He pushes forward. “Open your goddamn throat.” He growls.

  I close my eyes and struggle with the ropes as I try to calm myself down. He’s right. I can do this. I open my mouth and try to calm down, and he smiles as he senses my submission.

  “Good girl,” he whispers as he slowly st
arts to work my mouth. “Do you know how fucking perfect you look from up here?”

  We get into a rhythm, and the sight of him above me with a sheen of perspiration on his skin is too much. I want to touch him. I want to hold him.

  “I’m going to come?” he whispers as he watches me.

  My eyes widen. Holy hell. If I wasn’t choking before, I know I’m about to now. I nod around him and he puts his hands onto his headboard and really starts to ride my mouth. I close my eyes to deal with him. In, out, deeper and deeper. I knew he was a lot of man to take, but this is reaching a whole new level. He cries out as he comes in a rush... and, surprisingly enough, the head job gods bless me with the ability to take it all. I lick my lips and smile up at him as he slowly empties himself into me.

  His eyes go darker and he crawls back down my body, sliding himself into my sex. My head falls back onto the pillow and I moan as I tug on the ropes.

  He’s everywhere—in my mouth, pulsing in my sex, my neck still burning from his whiskers.

  This is the hottest sex I’ve ever had in my life.

  Oh… I need this.

  He spreads his knees and slowly starts to work me. I need to be fucked.

  “Fuck me,” I beg.

  He smiles and picks up the pace, and starts to hit me full on. Hard punishing hits that leave me with no option but to lie here and take it. I can’t move, I can’t clench. I can’t hold it.

  I scream out and he pants as he hammers my body. Suddenly, he pulls out and is untying me in a rush. I pant as I try to get my bearings, but he flips me over and pulls me onto my knees, pushes my head down to the mattress, and slams into me from behind as he stands at the side of the bed.

  And then it happens. I feel like I’m having an out of body experience as my body hands complete control to him. He takes me over as he holds my hips and fucks me like an animal.

  I’m wet with perspiration, still with semen in my mouth when he slaps me hard on my behind and pushes his thumb into my behind.

  Holy fucking fuck.

  I scream into the mattress as an orgasm rips through me. Cameron moans a deep guttural sound as his own climax tears him apart.

  We stay still and silent for a moment. I’m in shock.

  What was that?

  He bends and kisses my shoulder softly, and then he turns my head and takes my lips in his over my shoulder. “Now that… was a ten...” he pants. “Good girl, baby.”

  I laugh against his lips as my body starts to thump in pain. Rough sex with Cameron Stanton is a where the term pleasure and pain came from.

  There’s not a doubt in my mind.

  The day has been long as I stand in my lounge room like a child waiting to be picked up for her first party. I didn’t see Cameron all day today. He was in appointments at his surgery. But he texted me at three this afternoon and asked if he could take me out to dinner tonight. He said he knew a place that was completely private. I’m going to tell him about Owen tonight over dinner… and I think it’s going to be okay. I rushed out this afternoon and bought a new dress. I even had time to do my hair and makeup. Last night after we had animal sex, and he was so tender and loving, we laid in bed in each other’s arms and talked for hours after.

  He’s a beautiful man and I’m in love with him. There isn’t a doubt in my mind.

  He knocks on the door and my nerves somersault in my stomach. I open it in a rush.

  “Hello.” I smile.

  His eyes drop to my feet and back up to my face, and he smiles sexily. “You look fucking hot.” In one quick step he has me in his arms and is pushing me backwards as he kisses me.

  I giggle up against his lips as I walk backwards. “I like this greeting”

  He sits down on the sofa and pulls me down onto his lap. “How has my girl’s day been?” he asks.

  His girl. If only. “It was good.” I smile. “How was yours?”

  “Good. Average.” He smiles cheekily. “It’s about to get better.”

  His smile is contagious. “Why’s that?” I smirk.

  “Because I...” He stops and slips the spaghetti strap off my shoulder. “I get to take this off you when we get back here tonight.”

  I smile. “You’re staying here tonight?”

  “I have my work stuff in the car.”

  I bite my bottom lip to stifle my goofy smile. He’s acting very boyfriendly tonight.

  I kiss him softly. “Well, I’ll just have to make it worth your while, won’t I?”

  “You will.” He stands and pulls me by the hand. “We have to get going or we’ll be late.”

  “Are you sure nobody is going to see us?” I ask.

  “No. But I’ve decided that I’m going to talk to Jameson tomorrow and tell him I’m seeing you.”

  “What?” I frown. “No, Cam, I don’t want to get in trouble.”

  “You won’t, but I’m not walking away from you because you’re an intern.”

  Hope blooms in my chest. “You’re not?” I ask.

  He shakes his head. “Nope. Let’s go.”

  The car trip is made with my hand on Cam’s thigh as he drives, while I’m having a silent freak out about Jameson. Is this the right thing to do? He doesn’t want to walk away from me. I’m excited that he doesn’t want to end this, but I’m petrified that I’m going to get into trouble. Worse than that, I know I have to tell him in the next half hour.

  We pull up at a set of fancy stone gates. A security guard comes out, bends, and peers into the car, smiling warmly. “Hey, Cam. Go through.”

  The gates open to reveal the biggest mansion I’ve ever seen and I frown. “What’s this restaurant?” I ask.

  “This isn’t a restaurant.” His eyes flash to me. “This is my brother’s house. Tonight you’re meeting my family.”

  My eyes widen in horror.

  Oh no.

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  Alarm bells start to ring. Oh my God. Oh my fucking God. Up until now, I haven’t told Cameron about my son. Bringing his family into this as well is the worst possible scenario I could ever have imagined. What if they ask me if I have children? What if they ask me anything about my life?

  I can’t lie. I’ll have to tell them. My eyes widen in horror as I imagine the night ahead of me. This is not the way I wanted to tell Cameron.

  He’s going to hate me. He’s going to fucking hate me.

  “Cameron…” I splutter. “I thought we weren’t at the meeting family stage yet.” My eyes widen with fear. “Why didn’t you tell me that you wanted to come here?”

  He smiles sexily and squeezes my thigh. “Because I knew you would freak out.”

  I stare at him as my brain misfires. Freaking out doesn’t come close.

  I feel sick to my stomach as we drive up a large, circular driveway and Cameron parks the car. My heart is hammering hard in my chest. I’m lying to his family now, not just him… it’s a thing now.

  What kind of a person am I? Oh my God. I just want to go home.

  Two men approach us and Cameron smiles broadly.

  “Max and Parker, this is Ashley.

  Ashley, this is Max and Parker, my brother’s and his family’s security.”

  The men both smile and shake my hand and my heart starts to thump. Security? Who are these people?

  Parker steps forward. “Ashley, as house policy you will leave your phone here in the security office.”

  I glance at Cameron.

  Cameron shakes his head. “No, she’s good.”

  “Nope,” Parker replies. “I’m not breaking protocol.”

  I nervously take my phone from my bag. “It’s okay.” I hold it out to him.

  “That won’t be necessary,” a male voice asserts from behind us.

  We all turn to see a tall man walking towards us with a little girl in his arms. He smiles. “Thanks, Parker, but we have it from here.”

  Cameron smiles and shakes the man’s hand. “This is Ashley.” He presents me proudly. “And Ashley, this is my brother Joshua, and this is
Ellie.”

  Joshua smiles and I see him do a quick assessment of me before he hides it and shakes my hand. “Hello Ashley. Say hello Ashley,” he prompts the shy little girl.

  I smile as I watch her. She’s timid like Owen.

  “Hello.” She smiles sweetly.

  Joshua is tall—about six-foot four like Cam with crew cut, dark hair and a muscular physic. I swallow the lump in my throat. He has a square Jaw, two-day shadow, and piercing blue eyes, and he’s wearing a pair of cargo pants with a white T-shirt. He’s gorgeous like Cameron, but in a different, rugged way. Jeez, these two as brothers would have been trouble when they were younger. Holy crap.

  Joshua gently kisses his daughter on her forehead as she sits comfortably on his hip, and I feel myself melt. What is it about super alpha men and the softness that their children bring out in them that makes all women go gooey?

  My heart starts to really pump with nerves. For fuck’s sake, and I’m here with my beautiful doctor and his gorgeous, rich brother, and I am nothing but a fucking lying bitch.

  Oh please, Earth, swallow me up. I can’t deal with this.

  I stare at Joshua as I search my brain for something intelligent to say. Nope, I got nothing.

  The gene pool these two come from is insane.

  Joshua smiles warmly and his eyes flicker to Cameron whose smile is beaming off his face.

  I frown. Have I missed a part of their conversation? Could have. I can hardly hear anything over my heart going into cardiac arrest over here. Good thing I have a resident cardiologist present.

  “It’s nice to finally meet you Ashley.” Joshua smiles.

  I fake a smile. “You too.”

  He gestures to the house. “Please, come inside and meet my wife and family.” He walks toward the house.

  I should tell Cam right now, I should do it before I lie to his family. Cameron pulls me by the hand to follow his brother, but I stand still on the spot.

  “Cam,” I whisper.

  He turns to face me and cups my face with his two hands. “What is it, Bloss?”

  My eyes search his. “We don’t even know each other yet. Isn’t it too soon to be meeting families?” I whisper.