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

  "Then do so. I'm supposed to be the submissive, so..."

  "No, not after last night. It's..."

  "Is something wrong with me?"

  "Hell, no. You are perfection and a man like me doesn't stand a chance with you."

  "Why?"

  "I'll have you thinking I'm a gentleman until you find out more about me. I guarantee you'll change your mind about me and head the other way."

  "Please. Right now, I want you to..."

  Ross let the water run over them. The heat gone, it ran cold—a good thing because it eased his arousal. Right now, his cock begging for her became the last thing she needed. They'd become closer, then she would learn his secrets and turn on him. He couldn't endure the hurt again.

  She pulled herself to her knees, moving in between his legs. She took his hands placing them on her breasts as she leaned in to kiss him. Ross fought the temptation and his desires, afraid to let her know his true feelings about her. She pulled back.

  "What's wrong with ‘em?” she asked again.

  "Not one damned thing,” he answered. “Not one damned thing."

  Lust took over as he pulled her to him, his tongue deep in her mouth. While he squeezed her breasts, his thumbs played over her nipples. She ripped his shirt open, needing to touch his rock-solid chest. She pulled back, the cool water running along her body, though failing to chill the heat between them.

  She threw her head back, arching her back. Ross held her breasts, tracing her curves and nipping at her firm buds. She held his head between them, unable to live without touching him. She lifted his head, Ross wanting her with every inch of his body. Her hands went to his belt, unbuckling it before unzipping his pants. He groaned as she slowly slid down his body to take his cock deep in her throat.

  Ross sat, leaning against the tiled wall, feeling like he did when he'd been caught somewhere on the ranch in a driving rainstorm, only Sheridan provided the raging storm around them. His body felt like an inferno, Sheridan keeping the fires burning. His cock ablaze with desire, Ross felt helpless to do anything, though he needed and wanted to hold her.

  "My God, Sheridan,” he groaned when he exploded into her. She took every drop he burst into her throat, laving him when he had nothing left to give her. Somehow, he found the strength to put his hand on her head.

  "Damn, woman, you're good,” he murmured.

  * * * *

  A while later, they finally pulled themselves up, having regained their strength. Ross toweled her dry, then pulled her close, her body fusing to his as if they'd been born for each other. He kissed her, then gazed into her dark brown eyes while brushing her wild auburn hair out of the way.

  "I want you to take some time to relax before we continue your training."

  "But what would Master R say?"

  "I think he'd agree. Last night..."

  "Shh, I'm fine. Really."

  He pulled her tighter against him, not wanting to let her go.

  "Do you ride horses?"

  "A long time ago. Why?"

  "I want you to wear ... this and nothing else, though you'll need boots, of course."

  "What do you have in mind?"

  "You'll see. I'll be back as soon as I've changed."

  She watched him walk away, feeling lost with their separation. She looked at the blue and black material, falling in love with the dress's soft design after holding it up to look at it. A simple skirt topped by a peasant style top. The drawstring neckline gave her a choice between tight across her shoulders to extremely loose and falling down her arms. Long-sleeved, loose top over full skirt—once she put it on, she felt very feminine, a wonderful change from what she wore to the office.

  She pulled on a pair of boots, then went to meet Ross. She didn't have to go far. They met in the hall, Ross wearing black on black, his shirt tight over his gorgeous hard body. He took her out to the stables where one of the hands waited with two horses, already saddled and ready.

  "Sheridan, meet Spirit Dancer. He was born in the hills adjacent to the reservation."

  "He's gorgeous,” she complimented while she stroked the paint's neck. Ross helped her into the saddle, then mounted Smoke. They started out slowly so Sheridan could remember how to ride. Once she felt at ease, they urged their mounts to go faster.

  "Where are we going?"

  "You'll see,” he said. “Tell me, do you still want to continue with what we've started?"

  "Yes, I need to know about me and my chosen field. I can't help anyone if I don't understand. In a way, it's helping me to heal an open wound."

  "Which is?"

  "I've always thought of myself as open to everything, only now I have learned I've been very naïve about so many things. I'm surprised—looking back—I wasn't asked before."

  "Tell me about who you've treated."

  "Practice-wise? I usually work with couples having problems, or singles who want more but need to get past their inhibitions."

  "And the one who questioned you?"

  "She came to me for something simple—vanilla, you would call it. Until she asked me, she never gave me a hint to even knowing or caring about what she questioned me on."

  "How do you feel about what happened?"

  "I don't feel confident like I did before. At the prosecutor's office, I dealt with sex offenders and never felt the way she made me feel."

  "When we get back to the house, I'd like you to give me her name."

  "Why?"

  "Background check."

  "Why do you care?"

  "Let's say I do and leave it at that."

  Sheridan caught his tone and the hint of anger but instead of resenting him for what he wanted to do, it warmed her. She smiled, adoring this man.

  "So, going back to my question—do you still wish to continue?"

  "Yes, I do."

  "All right. Master R wishes me to remain as your training master in his absence. Are you all right with this?"

  "Yes, Master Ross."

  "Good, then my first command to you is this. Loosen the ties at your neckline and slip your arms from the sleeves. Let the top fall to your waist. You have beautiful tits and I want to see them."

  Obediently, she did as he wanted the sunlight warm on her nudity. Ross loved the sight of her naked breasts moving with the horse's gait.

  "How do you feel?"

  "Good, Master, I enjoy this freedom."

  "Outstanding,” he complimented as he led her to a small glen surrounded by trees and safely secluded from anyone's view. He helped her dismount, leading her to a lush patch of soft grass.

  "Lose the clothes, slave."

  "Yes, Master,” she said, quickly stripping, then kneeling before him with her hands behind her back, her lips ready to take his cock if he desired.

  "Excellent, slave,” he said, removing his clothes. He went to find some long blades of grass, returning with several he gently dragged over her body. Her breath caught, the grass arousing her more than she could ever imagine. “Very nice."

  She trembled from the sensations joining with a soft, cool breeze. Her breath caught when he blew over her nipples, quivers setting in. Careful not to remind her of the night before, he knelt in front of her, parting her legs. Ross stretched out beneath her and commanded her to kneel with her knees on either side of his head.

  "Yes, Master,” she said, careful not to hurt him.

  He positioned her feet so he could rest his head on them, then reached up to take her hands.

  "Suck my cock, slave."

  "Yes, Master,” she murmured, bending over to catch his cock with her lips. Doing this placed her soaked pussy exactly where he wanted it. While she sucked him, he drove his tongue into her core, thrusting in and out, then teasing her clit. Her hands clenched in his. The more he tortured her pussy, the harder she took him.

  "Slave, let me drink from you."

  Sheridan drenched him the moment he filled her mouth with his seed. Together, they moaned, their emotions overwhelming them.


  "Please, Master, use my body as you choose. Please ... I love you...” she cried out.

  "Slave, use me, woman,” he ordered, releasing her hands. Quickly, she moved, plunging his cock deep into her pussy. Gazing at him, she moved up and down on him, her arms over her head, her breasts more exposed than ever. He swelled more, watching them move with her as he took her.

  "Slave, before you leave here, I will make sure I fuck you in every orifice of your delicious body. You will beg me for more because, to be conceited about this, mine is the only cock you'll ever want."

  "It is now, Master. I love you, your gorgeous body. I've never seen a more magnificent body in all my life and I want you for my own."

  "Take me, slave, every drop."

  "My God, yes, Master Ross."

  He called her name while he filled her, enjoying her breasts’ erotic dance, though unable to say the words she wanted to hear.

  Sheridan, I love you...

  Chapter 4

  Ross spent the next day out on the range. They'd received reports of several head of steer down from predator attacks. He had to make sure what killed them because the last thing he needed was a rogue cougar or wolf.

  He took the time to reevaluate the situation at hand—Sheridan Greenlaw. Thinking about her drove him crazy, needing her in so many ways. She'd come to the ranch seeking help, not a committed relationship. Hell, face it, you want to marry her. She actually told you she loved you...

  Memories flooded back to him of the last woman he'd been in love with. He'd spent the last ten years keeping his distance from commitment and here it assaulted him in the form of a fiery doctor from Sun Valley. He didn't want the physical pain again—what if she had someone she had not mentioned? The reminders came back every so often and he sure as hell didn't need any more emotional scars.

  Nebraska happened a decade before but he felt the entire event as if it happened yesterday. Now, this gorgeous therapist walks into his life, turning it upside and forcing him to think about the L word—love—plus the M word—marriage. Why are you doing this to me?

  Ross considered the differences in both women—Sheridan definitely one-of-a-kind and classy. In the weeks he'd spent with the rodeo queen, he never once enjoyed her like he did Doc.

  He pulled out his cell phone, calling Yelena.

  "Yelena, honey, I'll be out here a day or two. Take care of the ménage tonight and use Alvaro and Garth, only Garth needs to change his appearance. I don't want her recognizing him.” He listened to her update on Sheridan, though the subject came back to his feelings. Her question startled him.

  "Why won't you put this off until you come back?"

  "To be honest, my love, I can't watch her making love with other men. A few days ago, maybe, but not now."

  "Do you want to talk?"

  "Right now, I need to see what we've got out here. I do my best thinking in the saddle—you know that."

  "Be careful, please. Don't let her distract you."

  Ross ended the call thinking about what Yelena had said. Forever grateful for their friendship, she'd been a lover, his Devil's Advocate, his friend—his need for her intense at times.

  "Mister Beckham, we found one."

  Ross rode to where the hand stood. In a culvert, they saw the remains of a calf. From the ground around it, they could tell it had been dragged from where it had been killed, ruling out the smaller predators. Ross guessed bear from the look of the wounds.

  "Damn it, we've got bear problems. Get the chopper up and see what we can find."

  "Yes, sir."

  If they had a rogue, the bear had to be put down as long as it was caught on the property. He didn't like hunting like this because of the possibility the bear could be infected by disease or mad. They'd been lucky over the years because the bears had respected the fencing—a rogue wouldn't.

  "Ross from Warren."

  "Go ahead,” Ross answered over his radio.

  "We've got broken fencing—big hole in the chainlink."

  "Where at?"

  "About one hundred feet north of you."

  "Tell me what you need to fix it and be careful. If this thing's mad enough to break chainlink, he or she won't care about a man."

  "Yes, sir."

  Ross rode the area between where they'd discovered the dead calf and the fence break. From there, he followed the fence line to a small overlook. The drop was minimal compared to some of the others on the property and this part of the state, but it still remained dangerous in his eyes, no matter what.

  He grabbed his 30.06 Winchester and dismounted. He checked the ground below, finding nothing. Behind him, a branch broke. Smoke bolted, running back to where he felt safe. Ross watched this, looking around him. Out of the high grass, his quarry appeared, then charged him. Ross fired a shot praying his hit would be either head or heart—something to put the huge brown bear down. He readied to fire another shot but couldn't when the bear lunged at him.

  Ross tried to move but went over the small cliff instead. He hit the ground hard, his head bloodying a large rock. Darkness and cold fell over him, even though he lay under a hot bright late morning sun.

  "Ross?” the radio crackled, “Ross?"

  * * * *

  Yelena spoke to Alvaro and Garth about what Ross wanted them to do. To be safe, they always made sure the others knew what was happening at any specific time. They nodded, then went to prepare. Because of the night in town, the two masters chose to wear masks—both looking like Zorro between the silk masks over their eyes, foreheads and hair, plus the black Spandex pants which accentuated their assets. Alvaro had to tie his waist-length dark hair underneath the mask in order for them to appear alike.

  Yelena would bring their slave to them in one of the common rooms, then they would take the adventure from there.

  "Ready?” Garth asked.

  "Ready,” Alvaro agreed.

  Yelena nodded, then left. First she went to Master R's office, setting up the tapes to run while Master R attended to the trouble Ross left their slave to investigate.

  Entering Sheridan's suite next, Yelena waited for Sheridan to present herself.

  "Very good. Did you..."

  "Yes, Mistress, I did."

  Yelena's hand brushed over Sheridan's mons and pussy, pleased.

  "Excellent, slave."

  "Thank you, Mistress."

  "Today, you'll enjoy a ménage á trois with Masters Garth and Alvaro."

  "Master Ross or Master R..."

  "Are busy with a problem on the outer edge of the ranch. They will return in the morning,” Yelena informed her, noticing Sheridan's reactions to the news. Clearly disappointed, Sheridan's body betrayed her loss. “Will this be a problem, slave?"

  "No, Mistress, it won't be."

  "Then follow me."

  Yelena led her across the hall to another guest suite. She gasped seeing both masters draping their gorgeous bodies over a huge, circular bed.

  "Master Alvaro, Master Garth, this is Slave Sheridan."

  "Thank you, Mistress."

  Yelena left them, closing the door.

  "Yelena,” Erika cried.

  "What's wrong?” she asked concerned, Erika not one to show this kind of emotion. She led Erika into another room for privacy, holding her. “Tell me, Erika."

  "Master Ross..."

  "What about him?"

  "He's been injured by a brown bear. They're trying to rescue him now."

  "How bad?"

  "He's unconscious—that's all I know."

  "Go get dressed. When they get him to Doctor Bentley, I want you there. I have to oversee the ménage session."

  "Forgive my asking this, but shouldn't they know?"

  "Alvaro and Garth will be told as soon as they are done with her. It's what he wanted. I don't want her knowing unless absolutely necessary."

  "But he is her master."

  "Unfortunately, it may be more than that. I don't want her involved unless Ross wants it. She's an outsider and that's ho
w I want to keep her for now. Doctor Sheridan Greenlaw is a client, that's all—at least for now."

  "Yes, Mistress, forgive me."

  "No problem. You and I love him like family. We take care of our own,” Yelena avowed, hugging Erika, “now go."

  Yelena hurried to Ross’ suite in the other wing preparing his bed for him. She looked at one of his photos, the frame sitting on the night table next to his bed, and prayed the fall had not damaged him any more.

  She went to Master R's office, sat down and watched the session on the monitors.

  "If you are the one, you had better not hurt him, or I will punish you to death."

  * * * *

  A plane landed in Mexico City. A man got off the jet, then went to pick up his car—a Buick Park Avenue—and drove away from the airport. Finding the highway leading north, he followed it until he crossed the US-Mexican border into Arizona. Once safely across, he found a hotel and checked in for the night.

  Accessing the Internet, Seamus Melvin did a search to find Doctor Sheridan Greenlaw. He grinned learning she still practiced in Sun Valley, Idaho.

  He picked up his cell phone, calling a number in the Sun Valley area.

  "Hello?"

  "Suzette?"

  "Yes?"

  "Seamus, here. Did you do as I instructed?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "And?"

  "She's out of town at a conference, then she'll be at one seminar followed by another."

  "You mean to tell me she's out of town for nearly a month?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "Interesting. You've done well."

  Seamus Melvin ended the call, grinning. He could take his time driving up to the ski resort area, get rid of little Suzette, then murder Little Miss Sexpert to finish his vow of revenge. It would give him ample time to plan his final act, then set up his life afterwards.

  "Rio sounds nice this time of year or maybe..."

  * * * *

  Sheridan went to the bed where Alvaro extended his hand to help her onto it.

  "Kneel and let us see your assets, slave."

  "Yes, Master,” she said as she parted her legs more.

  "Very nice. Master R was right."