by Shae Black
“I don’t know what I’m worried about… really, I’m a nurse, I tend to think about things clinically. I’m sure you’re fine; don’t mind my grey mood. “What did the Dr. say about a plan of care?” I pretend to perk up but I’m just hiding my fear.
“Nothing…because there’s nothing wrong.” His penetrating eyes search mine for honesty and truth, I’m not sure if he knows neither are there or if he’s just taking the easy way out of this conversation by ignoring my fears. Either way he appears to be accepting the front I’ve put up. “All right, now you have gotten your test now we can forget about it and concentrate on more important things.”
“What could be more important than your big brain?” I laugh.
“Oh Imani, I have other big parts that are far more interesting, let me show you.” The smirk that invariably heats my core spreads across his face while he doubles the effect with a wink. I abandon any thoughts that this isn’t the real Marcus as he pulls me onto his lap easily so that I’m straddling his hips. I feel his rock-hard cock jutting against my belly through our clothes.
“See?” he says, grabbing my ass and aligning my core with his bulging cock. Wetness pools between my legs, our mouths collide, tongues searching, demanding, claiming each other. Marcus gathers my hair behind my neck to twist it around his wrist and pull my head back exposing my neck. Panting, I close my eyes and move my hands under the hem of his shirt, sliding them up his hard abs exploring his smooth chest, my God his body is borderline obscene. When he pulls back releasing my hair I open my eyes to protest. There is no need though, he is only making space between us to gather his shirt and pull it over his head. He wastes no time doing the same with mine. My blood pounds in my ears as he removes my bra and I hope like hell he’s not speaking to me right now because his words would be falling on deaf ears. That damned flash of awareness that we’re in the living room where his staff could enter at any time flashes through my thoughts but dissipates just as quickly as it developed. Pressing my naked, warm breasts against his bare chest a sigh escapes me. He groans thrusting up against my willing core while he begins to trail a path of kisses down my neck to my shoulder all the way to my breast. A tug on my hair gently controls my position on his lap; I shudder as he lowers me until my back is against his thighs. He circles my navel with his tongue following my treasure trail to the waist of my jeans while feathering both hands along the tender flesh on the inside of my arms passing over my taught nipple I arch my back begging for more. I can feel him gazing at me and hold my breath until he circles my waist with his powerful hands. One slides between us against my back lifting me until we are again chest-to-chest. I open my eyes as he nuzzles my cheek with his nose, I feel him smiling against my cheek
“What?” I whisper.
“I have never had to ask for help removing a woman’s clothes before, I can’t fuck you properly I’m a little incapacitated here….”
“Oh,” I squeak. “Stand up.” he orders nudging his hips against mine and it’s all I can do to remove myself from the heat of his body, but I manage somehow. For the first time I notice music playing softly around us, it’s similar to the music from this afternoon at Dominus, erotic and slow with a woman singing eastern European sounding lyrics. Standing over Marcus with the hot fire warming my back I feel for the first time the power of being a woman, beautiful and cherished I watch him as he adores me with his eyes. Never before have I associated power and sex in a positive way it’s always been quite the opposite. My newfound feelings irrefutable, I’m unable to hold back another day, another minute, another second. Marcus reaches up to unbutton my jeans; I place my hands on his and shake my head back and forth. He immediately drops his hands and his face twists in confusion. Smiling wickedly I begin the process of unbuttoning and peeling them off myself slowly, leaving the panties he provided me with this morning untouched. Nearly bare I kneel to remove his jeans, never taking my eyes from his. Dark lust floods his bright green eyes turning them black when he recognizes my need to take some of the control back. The glory of Marcus Castillo naked is unmatched by any sight I have ever seen. Trembling, I reach around him on both sides taking two of the huge pillows off the couch I gently prop his casted leg on them. My hair blankets my body hiding it before he smooth’s his hands along my face to gather it behind my neck, baring me to him. I rise from my knees slowly; never losing contact with my skin, he slips his fingers into the edge of my panties and drags them down my legs. Closing his eyes, his hands travel the length of my legs from my ankles to my ass where he stops to pull me astride him again. I hover over the tip of his steely length, every muscle in my body trembles as I grip his shoulders and sink down, impaling myself on his throbbing head slowly, stretching to accommodate to his size. Our eyes close for only a moment as I take him completely inside of me. Pausing I feel him pulsing within my walls. A guttural moan from deep in his throat escapes his lips.
“You’re so tight, you feel so fucking good Imani,” he says through gritted teeth. “Can you move yet?” he asks, I nod my head yes as I’m unable to form words. Gripping my hips he easily glides me off of him until I am suspended just over the tip of his thick cock. I inhale sharply with anticipation and follow his gaze to where our bodies connect. We watch together as he eases me back down, gripping my hips painfully I know he’s grasping at the last threads of his control. The sight is so erotic it’s burned into my memory forever.
He’s holding back for me, trying to allow me some comfort, but that’s not at all I want. Taking over, I push him deeper, further than I knew was possible and that seems to be all the permission he requires. We begin pumping together in a steady rhythm, gripping each other tightly, skin blazing, Marcus takes my mouth in a deep, winding kiss. I whimper in bliss and finally string together an intelligible sentence. “I’m going to come,” I whisper in his ear.
“Wait for me.”
Wait! He may have super human control over his body but I do not!
“Can’t!” I shout and with no alternative but to follow we spiral down into ecstasy together every part of my body convulsing as he spills into me. We cling together in a spiritual connection that seems to bring life into perfect focus. Sweat trickles down the center of my back and bits of the moment we just shared race through my mind searching for a permanent place to rest where I can easily pluck them out and replay them… often!
“You still concerned about my brain?” he asks, panting, I can hear the smile in his voice. I peel myself from his chest until we are nose-to-nose with my hair sticking to our sweaty bodies everywhere and I inform him, “You were right, there is another part of your anatomy that I’m much more concerned with at the moment.”
“Told ya.” He winks. “So, along with always getting what you want I suppose you’re always right too?” I sass. “You’re a quick study with a smart mouth, which happens to be a favorite combination of mine.”
“Glad to know I please you Mr. Castillo.” I lift myself off of his already semi hard cock and reach out to help him up. “I can’t believe we just did that with you in a cast, I’m a terrible nurse.”
“It did not hinder my performance one bit, and by the way you are the best nurse I know.” Now it’s my turn to smirk…
“On a scale of one to ten, you were a perfect ten, baby.”
Chapter 20
I gather up our clothes so we can make our way back to the bedroom. “What about the fire?”
“It’ll go out,” he assures me. “You don’t worry about sparks singeing the carpet or setting us all on fire? That thing is a monster.”
“Nope, never gave it a thought actually.”
“What about your staff? You didn’t seem too worried about anyone interrupting us this time.”
“I didn’t see any concern on your face either.”
“It crossed my mind.” Yea like for one second.
“You don’t have to worry about us being interrupted ever again, it’s been taken care of,” he says, with a coolness that makes me cringe
inside for Mr. Black. I snuggle down under the comforter next to Marcus after I’ve helped arrange him in a nest of pillows his leg elevated with his body propped to the side so that he’s facing me. My content mood pops like a soap bubble, every muscle in my body stiffening when I realize that we didn’t use a condom. “Oh my God …I’m not on the pill and we didn’t use protection!”
“I was wondering when you were going to realize that.”
“How can you be so calm, shit, I’ve never had to worry about birth control.”
“And you still don't; I can not have children Imani. I have used condoms with all of the other women I have been with; it just didn’t seem necessary with you. Given your history I knew you were clean.”
“You…. can’t have kids?”
“No.” I don’t know why this is such a shock, it’s not like we were getting married or anything, and I never planned on having children anyway…but I never planned on meeting someone who made me feel like Marcus either. Relaxing with the knowledge that there is no pregnancy scare, I squirm closer to Marcus’s warm, naked body, but my mind wanders to his comment all the other women. A Russian proverb I learned about in high school comes to mind- love and jealousy are sisters. Do I love Marcus, because I am absolutely jealous? I wonder how many there have been- were they like me, has he ever been in a serious relationship? And why can’t he have children? I need to quit torturing myself with questions like this. Of course he’s been with a lot of women, he’s gorgeous and rich, I don’t have to like it though.
“You ok?” He asks.
“Yea…yea, just a lot to take in I guess,” I answer quietly; a long silence follows and I almost think he’s gone to sleep when he speaks again.
“Do you? Want kids I mean?” he asks
“I never planned on having children no…. I’ve never been able to allow a man close enough to even consider it really. If you were able to have them would you?” I ask.
“No, I would undoubtedly fuck them up.” I prop myself up on my elbow to see him better and sigh. “I cant’ argue with you on that because I haven’t know you long. But from my limited experience I think you would make a great father Marcus, you’re disciplined, driven, loving and generous.”
“Well thank you for the vote of confidence Imani but as you said you don’t know me well.” I sag with the realization of his statement and he senses it. “You do however know me better than any other woman has. I have never brought a women into my house or my bed, you are the first, the only and the last.” The importance of his words stuns me and I try to cover my shock with a bit of playful teasing.
“But I don’t count, you employ me; I’m just a lowly servant here to please you Mr. Castillo,” I say batting my eyelashes.
He takes my chin tilting my face up to his. “Don’t. Ever. Say. That. You count; you have no idea how much you count,” he says looking away into the dark of the room. I blink several times in surprise and burrow back into his side.
“Why haven’t you brought anyone here?” I ask.
“I have never wanted anyone to have that kind of access to me, I can fuck anywhere.” “Oh.” I have nothing to say about that…but I do wonder if I’m only here in his bed because of my employment? It doesn’t feel that way, he’s told me he feels a connection between us, and he’s shared details of his past with me, but no one else…. ever? I guess it’s not that strange. I’ve never taken a man to my apartment or my bed either; we certainly have some fucked up shit in common.
“I’ve never had a man to my place either, or in my bed,” I admit.
“I figured as much,” he says, stroking my hair and kissing me on the top of the head. “Pass me a sleeping pill will you?” I ask.
“I thought you were my nurse,” he teases.
“Well I can get up and walk around to your side of the bed, open the bottle and hand you one if you like,” I say, as I play to move away from him he tightens his grip on me.
“You will not go anywhere,” he says, passing me the pills and a bottle of water from the night table.
“Thank you.” We medicate ourselves to fight off our respective demons and lay waiting for the effects of the drugs in the soft light of his night table. “Do you ever shut that light off?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“I think I like to know where I am if I wake up. “You think?” “Amnesia lady, remember?” He says tapping his temple. “Just how much of your past do you remember?” I ask “Bits and pieces and all of my childhood unfortunately. The biggest problem I am having seems to be with the past ten years or so.” “That has to be so disconcerting.” “Mmhm.” He agrees. “All the ghosts of the past…” I murmur, stroking his chest absentmindedly.
“Ghosts?”
“I have ghosts that haunt me from my past that I would like to forget, it just seems like you do too.”
“Mmmm, more than you could ever know.” Quiet follows his comment and I really want to ask him about his ghosts, but I don’t want to pry; he’ll tell me when he’s ready…. If he ever remembers or if he’s ever ready.
I wake for the second day in a row tangled in Marcus’s arms and his one good leg. Somehow when we sleep he always ends up with my hair wrapped in his fingers. I begin working myself free when he startles me. “What’s on the agenda for today Nurse Imani?” he asks me in a deep scratchy and extremely sexy morning voice.
“Well I need to go home and get some things. I also promised my sister I’d visit her and my niece and nephew not to mention I totally owe my friends a night out…. I can’t stay holed up in your mansion twenty four seven you know?” Yes I could, very easily, but I do need my things if I’m staying here for a week, and I’d really love to stop by my sister’s house- maybe Marcus would come with me? Is it too early to introduce him to my family? What are they going to think of me dating the man I’m supposed to be working for? Am I dating him? Sleeping with yea, but technically I have no idea what to call what we’re doing. I wonder how he’s going to take this news after manipulating me to stay by his side every single second since waking up from his coma. I have to go, this compulsion to be near him is overwhelming, but I need to put my foot down…if only for a little while.
“Ok, how long will you be gone?” he says, just as I’ve freed myself from him. Sitting up, I stare in surprise, eyes wide and searching his for an explanation of this three hundred and sixty degree change.
“You’ll let me go, just like that?”
Little frown lines form between his eyes. “Of course, you are not a prisoner here, I would never hold you against your will Imani. You seem surprised; I am not the big bad wolf, you can go whenever you please,” he says, cocking his head to the side.
“Well…it’s just…. big bad wolf?” I wonder if he knows about his nickname? “Oh… ah…never mind.” He bites his lip and I swear he’s suppressing a laugh.
“Ok. When are you heading out, do you have time for breakfast with me?” This is bizarre, he’s been having panic attacks trying to keep me from leaving him and now he’s just letting me go…. and offering me breakfast? I’m not complaining. Well maybe I am just a little…I have to admit it’s been flattering having such a successful, beautiful man so infatuated with me. But I have a life outside these mansion walls that can’t be put on hold any longer.
“Yea sure, I can eat with you and I’ll help get you cleaned up and dressed of course.”
“I don’t need you to do that, I’ve got the bag over my leg in the shower thing down and using these crutches isn’t as hard as I thought.” His reply is very businesslike, different somehow, or is it just me not handling this semi rejection well?
“Sounds like you don’t need me here after all.” I can’t believe I just said that, he could send me packing back to my ICU job according to the contract he had drawn up, and now that it’s a possibility I’m feeling a strong trepidation about leaving Marcus. I’ve started feeling comfortable here in his home, and last night… last night my sexuality was awakened.
I know deep down that I’ll never be the same, no man can ever compare to Marcus. God what if he’s gotten what he wanted and he’s dismissing me now?
“I never said you were not needed, but I can certainly wipe my own ass and dress myself.” This is so confusing; he sounds kind of pissed. If he can do those things for himself and he continues to refuse medication and further testing at the hospital, professionally I am really not needed.
Is that what he’s saying, he only wants me here as a plaything? Shit, that would feel just like prostitution.
“Marcus, are you upset with me about something?” I don’t want to ask but I’m trying hard to sort all of this out when realization hits me like a ton of bricks. This feels a lot like a personality change. Is it happening, is the beast returning? God I hope not, please, please, this can’t be happening. Sitting on my knees with the sheet pulled tightly around me I silently pray for my Marcus to come back.
“No, I just want to do some things for myself, I do not enjoy feeling like an invalid, but I do need you to keep an eye on me.” There is still coldness in his eyes, and I suddenly feel very uncomfortable being naked in his bed. I gather the sheet around me and crawl off the bed to make my way to my room without a word, locking the door when I’m safely inside.
A while later when I’ve showered and dressed I find him in the dining room with his laptop on his right and his breakfast on his left. Maria serves me breakfast and neither Marcus or I say much. “I had your car brought around.” he says, taking the last bite of his egg white omelet. “Oh. Thanks.” I’m still wary of the motives behind this newfound flippant attitude. “Will you be ok for a while, I just have to check on things at home and stop in to see my sister.”