Doctor Heal Thyself [Internet Bonds Series Book 5] Page 16

  "I want to fuck you right now."

  "Then, do so. I'm yours."

  "On the way home."

  "I don't know if I can wait that long."

  "I command you to."

  Her frustration pleased him. He wanted her edgy, considering what he planned to shop for. He continued to tease her nipples until she could no longer take it. She shifted enough to pull him down to her. His hands cupped her breasts, still feeling the after effects of the previous night.

  "Your tits are at their best when bound. I might do it again and leave you bound for hours."

  "It would feel so good to be totally aroused,” she purred.

  "I want to suspend your body while it's bound, too."

  "Anything, Master, I only want to please you."

  Ross looked at his watch, seeing they still had some time before they reached the city limits.

  "Sheridan..."

  "Yes?"

  "Suck my cock."

  She smiled, unzipping his pants and releasing his engorged shaft. Hungrily, she took him.

  "I want you to play with your tits,” he said.

  The sight of her kneading her breasts while she went down on his cock caused him to swell more. Pressing her lips closer, he urged her on.

  Release came a few minutes later when he burst into her mouth. Sheridan continued kneading her breasts, even though his cock waited. Her body danced an erotic dance while she pleasured herself.

  "Pinch your nipples,” he commanded, enjoying her reactions.

  "Master, please."

  His groan told her how he felt.

  "Mrs. Beckham, I am so fucking lucky,” he said, pulling her into his arms.

  "So am I. I love you so much."

  Ross gazed into her eyes.

  "Get dressed, we're almost there."

  Moments later, they exited the limo and stopped.

  "Where are you taking me?"

  "First, we go pick out some jewelry, then we go for your wedding gown and one or two items before we go to dinner and leave. Then, I'll fuck you from here to Coeur d'Alene."

  "Then let's hurry."

  "Anticipation, my love,” he reminded her.

  Their first stop amazed her. She had seen jewelers before but never one as exclusive as Navarro's.

  "He's a personal friend."

  "Oh,” she said, still looking around in awe.

  "So you're finally settling down?"

  "Yes and we came here for our wedding bands."

  "What do you have in mind?"

  "I want those,” Ross said, pointing to a pair of white gold rings. While the band was solid on the bottom, the intricate weave design on the top caught his attention—a series of X's interwoven, diamonds accenting her ring.

  "Good choice—diamond color and clarity are extraordinary."

  "We'll take them."

  Navarro quickly measured their fingers, then left to get their rings from the safe.

  "I'm going to look around,” Sheridan said.

  "Fine, pick out whatever you want."

  "What?"

  "Pick out whatever you want."

  "I could become expensive to maintain."

  "I don't care."

  While she looked at chains, he picked out a gothic white gold collar for her. He would give it to her on their wedding night, collaring his submissive in diamonds and onyx. The price at thirty-five thousand didn't bother him either—Sheridan deserved it.

  She came back telling him about a chain she wanted him to have.

  "Tell Navarro."

  "But you didn't ask..."

  "I don't need to."

  "Ross..."

  "Indulge me. I haven't been shopping like this in years and I'm enjoying myself."

  Ross wrote a check, giving it to his friend.

  "Congratulations, Ross."

  "Thanks."

  When they left, Ross put the jewelry in the limo's safe and laid out a skirt and boots for Sheridan to wear later. While they walked to the next store, Sheridan cautiously asked Ross about Navarro.

  "I used to ride the rodeo circuit. I met him in Wyoming during the Cheyenne Frontier Days. He competed but an injury ended his career. He moved back here, took over a failing business and it became what it is today."

  "Was he with you..."

  "In Nebraska? No."

  "Oh."

  "What's wrong?"

  "I know you were hurt and it took you a while to come back. I..."

  "You gave me the piece of the puzzle I needed to become me again. I love you so much and I owe you a great deal I'll never be able to repay. I've been enjoying life again because of you."

  "I feel the same way. I can't explain why I need you in every way I do."

  "That's the therapist in you,” he snickered.

  "Master, I know one thing—I am yours and only yours."

  "Mine."

  * * * *

  Yelena groaned at the sight of them coming from Navarro's. If only I can find out what they bought...

  She watched them walking arm-in-arm, Sheridan's head on his shoulder. She hated Sheridan Greenlaw more and more by the moment.

  When they entered another store, her rage intensified.

  She drove back to her hotel in Coeur d'Alene and made plans for both her enemy and the man she loved.

  * * * *

  When they entered the small bridal shop, Sheridan's mouth fell open.

  "Ross?"

  "I want you in white, my love."

  "As long as you wear black on black."

  "Works for me,” he agreed.

  "May I help you?” an older woman asked.

  "We're looking for my fiancée's wedding gown."

  "Do you have any ideas?"

  "I don't know,” Sheridan began, at a loss. “Ross?"

  "I see strapless."

  "All right,” she said. Sheridan gave the woman her size, then they waited until she returned.

  "Thank you."

  "For what."

  "The style. This is so overwhelming."

  "That is what your master is here for, my beautiful slave."

  "How did I ever..."

  "You made decisions for your life in accordance with what those around you expected from you. Classic styles for the office, simple and elegant for dinner affairs..."

  "How did you know?"

  "I saw your eyes when I said strapless. You would never have chosen that on your own because of the sexiness of the design."

  "Am I that bad off?"

  "No, sweet Sheridan, you had no idea of your true nature. Your parents wanted you to be a doctor but I imagine your chosen field was not to their liking."

  "Mother almost had a heart attack. They told everyone I was a therapist and skirted the sex part. Dad told me how disappointed he was with me right before he cut me off."

  "When did you talk to them last?"

  "Years ago. I heard he died and she went off the deep end."

  "Where is she?"

  "Her sister took her in, along with the money. I heard she ran the well dry, so to speak. I tried to talk to her but I was told to stay away. Mother left specific instructions to keep me away from the funeral and a lawyer called telling me to not to show up. Mother no longer recognized the fact she had a daughter."

  "Sheridan, I'm so sorry."

  "Don't be. I'm actually better off."

  "No wonder you've been off-kilter. In an odd way, your practice is what they would have expected—upstanding..."

  "Vanilla."

  "You remained content until you were questioned. You embarked on a new journey in your life and learned what you truly wanted from life."

  "Doctor, heal thyself..."

  "Yes, you've found a nature in your personality you embrace fully because you are a true submissive. The fact I've told you I wouldn't take your independence away allowed you to make choices on your own."

  "But in some ways, I've gone the opposite direction."

  "Or you've just returned to where y
ou actually began."

  "You sound like a therapist."

  "I went to enough of them after Nebraska. I've found only one I can talk to,” he said, kissing her. “Trust me, it's good for you. I've seen the changes in you and I truly love you for it."

  "What do you mean?"

  "I loved it at Navarro's when you felt comfortable enough to ask if it was all right to buy something. Did you ever do that as a child?"

  "No. I was told it was ignorant to ask for things, or they would buy me something and threaten to take it away if I misbehaved."

  "Tell me, why did you go to Stasia for punishment?"

  "I felt I had betrayed you because you sent me away. I felt like I'd been sent to my room."

  "I take it when you were sick as a child, you apologized for it."

  "How did you know?"

  "Sir, if you'll step this way, we have champagne for you,” the woman said when she returned. “Ma'am, Julie will assist you."

  "Thank you,” Ross said. “You'll be fine,” he whispered. His hand on her back relaxed her. She turned to Julie to see what she'd brought for her to try on.

  "I've brought several for you to try on. I hope you like them."

  Sheridan nodded, entering a dressing room, overwhelmed by its size. Julie helped her try on three or four, Sheridan liking them but not loving them. The last one made the others pale in comparison.

  The bodice hugged her, her breasts pushed up slightly. She'd never felt a dress caress her body like this one did. The simple full skirt flared from the waist, the lines elegant, classic and simple. With it, she tried on the wrap—a diaphanous organdy.

  "I want this one,” she stated emphatically.

  "Are you sure?"

  "Yes, I want to show my fiancé."

  "What about bad luck?"

  "Only without him—when we're apart is when I'm unlucky."

  "A once-in-a-lifetime love?” Julie asked.

  "Yes.” Sheridan grinned.

  Julie led her to a platform surrounded by mirrors so she could get the total look.

  "I love it. Is that the one?"

  "Yes,” she enthused.

  "Whatever accessories she needs."

  "Shoes, corset and petticoat,” Julie said.

  "Fine, we'll wait."

  "What about alterations?"

  "Julie, it fits perfectly,” Sheridan assured her.

  "Yes, ma'am."

  "Here, I thought you might need this,” he said, handing her a flute of champagne. They toasted, then drank the sparkling wine.

  "What do you think?"

  "Perfection, my beautiful slave, though I prefer you naked."

  "So do I, Master."

  * * * *

  They left the bridal shop, walking back to the limo.

  "I want you to change into the skirt and heels on the far seat, then we'll go to dinner,” he told her while he made sure the garment bag protecting her wedding gown laid flat inside the trunk. He closed the trunk lid, then saw her emerge from the limo moments later wearing a black leather miniskirt and stiletto-heeled boots which ran the length of her legs to above her knees.

  She smiled when she saw his obvious reaction.

  "Tell me how you feel at this moment."

  "Wild and wonderful. I felt like this the night I went..."

  He put his hand up, stopping her midsentence.

  "You look absolutely wonderful and wild. Now, I want you to know what we're going to do. We are going to a very exclusive nightspot and I expect my slave to behave."

  "Yes, Master."

  Ross pulled her tight against him, the heat between them intensifying. He put her coat over her shoulders and they walked down the street to a nightclub named Dark Illusions. They entered it, meeting their hostess Giselle. Ross gave her a quick kiss, then handed her a key.

  "Master, how are you?"

  "Fine, thank you."

  "Your usual table is waiting."

  "And the room?"

  "Yes, Master."

  "Outstanding."

  "If you'll follow me..."

  She led them to an alcove. One table set for two sat in front of windows affording a spectacular view of the city. Sheridan looked at him.

  "We came in on street level but the building is set into a cave. They opened the cave, set in massive supports and the place has been here for the last half-century."

  "Amazing."

  "Originally, it was a small power plant but, when everything became more modern and technical, they didn't rely on it as much, so it went up for sale and a friend of mine bought it. The rest is history."

  "Has Stasia been here?"

  "Yes."

  "The others?"

  "No."

  "Yelena?"

  "No."

  "Interesting."

  "Do I see jealousy?"

  She smiled.

  "Before you sit down, I want you to raise your skirt and slip out of your thong. I want your bare ass on the leather seat."

  Seductively, she obeyed him knowing how he felt about her. She trusted him without question. She placed her thong in his outstretched hand, then watched him sniff her scent before he placed it in his jacket pocket.

  He slid onto the bench seat next to her, his arm around her.

  "May I get you something from the bar?” their waitress asked, her tight leather catsuit showing every curve of her body while telling the customers hands off.

  "For my lady, a strawberry daiquiri and for me, Jack Daniels, a double and straight up. You can bring the shrimp cocktail next. For dinner, she will have the New Orleans shrimp and I'll have the stuffed lobster tail."

  "Salads, sir?"

  "No, thank you."

  "Your drinks will be over in a minute. Enjoy your evening."

  "Thank you, we will."

  While he ordered, Sheridan gazed around the room seeing each table secluded from the others—a very private setting.

  Ross removed his jacket, laying it over one of the other chairs. He waited for their drinks and the shrimp cocktail to be served, then smiled at her.

  "Slide your hands under your shirt and tease your nipples while I feed you."

  Her hands slid underneath the leather finding her nipples. Tugging on the nipple rings sent shocks through her. When she opened her mouth to react, he laid a shrimp on her tongue.

  "Very nice,” he complimented.

  Before she realized it, the shrimp cocktail had been eaten. She lost herself in the sensation of nipple play. His mouth covered hers and brought her back to reality for a few seconds. She gazed at him, then started when she felt his fingertips part her heated folds.

  "My slave is hot and wet."

  "Yes, Master,” she panted. She jolted a little, then smiled. “You remembered."

  "How could I forget the reaction you have to pleasure balls?"

  Sheridan groaned, feeling them moving inside her.

  "Thank you, Master,” she said, taking her drink when he handed it to her. He kissed her neck, sending thrills through her. She felt her pussy oozing with her damp desires, wiggling to ease the need to come until he permitted it.

  Ross noticed her reaction, taking a sip from his drink.

  "As soon as our dinner is served, I want you to unhook the closure on your shirt and open the ties so I can gaze at the sexy curves of your tits while we eat."

  "Yes, Master."

  "Does my slave wish to come?"

  "Very much."

  "Not yet. I know you can handle this."

  Their waitress served their dinner, then asked, “Would you like our new privacy feature?"

  "What's that?” Ross inquired, his curiosity piqued.

  "I can pull glass panels across the entry. As soon as they make contact, the glass frosts over giving you total and intimate privacy. The only way anyone can come inside here is with this remote that you must activate."

  "We'd like that, thank you."

  They watched her move the glass panels into place, then leave. Once she did, th
e glass frosted over cutting them securely off from the rest of the restaurant.

  "This opens up a myriad of possibilities,” he said as Sheridan unhooked and opened the shirt. “Take it off,” he quietly commanded, his cock swelling when she did. “The skirt, too."

  Naked save her boots, Sheridan sat next to him after carefully placing her clothes with his jacket. A cool breeze wafted over her, arousing her heated body more.

  "Feed me, slave."

  "Yes, Master."

  Sheridan put some lobster on a fork, raising it to his mouth. As he took it from the fork, he drove two fingers into her waiting pussy. She gasped her reaction to the pleasure balls and his fingers amazing. Each time she fed him, he thrust into her. She instinctively spread her legs needing release.

  "Very nice. Now seduce me while you enjoy your shrimp."

  "Would my master like butter on his slave's nipples?"

  "Interesting idea,” he commented, surprised by her bold suggestion. “Yes, I think I'd like that."

  She dipped some of his lobster in the melted butter and traced her nipples with it before eating it, then took one of her shrimp, peeled it and slowly sucked the spicy sauce before she ate it. She shifted on the bench to face him, giving him the space to suck her tits and taste the butter.

  Ross bent down, sucking her nipples while he continued fucking her pussy. She threw her head back, enjoying his siege on her body.

  "May I come, Master?"

  "Yes,” he allowed, his lips covering hers while she moaned. Her body met his hand, pressing against it while her orgasm washed over her. Ross broke their kiss to suck her nipples, relishing the delightful taste.

  "Master..."

  "My slave's technique at seduction has improved."

  "I have you to seduce."

  Ross dripped a little of her drink on her breasts, some of it pooling in the valley between them. He bent over her, his tongue tracing her firm buds, then flicking her nipple rings. Somehow, he removed his clothes while not breaking contact with her. Sheridan stretched for him, Ross licking the Daiquiri from her skin.

  "Sheridan, look at me."

  "Ross, I..."

  Ross thrust his cock into her, her eyes wide as she gasped. He let raw passion take over, pounding his swollen shaft into her body. He felt the explosion fill her.

  "Ross,” she cried out.

  "Mine,” he growled possessively.

  "Yours..."

  * * * *

  As soon as they returned to Coeur d'Alene, Ross started making plans. He wanted Sheridan as his wife and he didn't want to wait any longer then necessary. While he waited for answers to some pressing inquiries, he thought back to the trip home, especially the sight of Sheridan leaving the club wearing only his jacket and her boots.