Doctor Hero: A collection/A tribute

by Madison Faye

  Nothing. I’d worked at it for an hour, until finally, I threw in the towel. Another swing and a miss.

  I’d called Doctor Owenson’s receptionist the very next morning, and gotten an appointment in that very same afternoon. And so there I was, about to meet the famous Doctor O, so that the next time a hot gorgeous guy like that who took my breath away and made me soaking wet approached me, I’d have the confidence to say “yes, take me home and fuck my brains—”

  “So, Natalie.”

  That voice.

  The door swung open as Doctor Owenson backed into it, his face buried in a clipboard of my medical files.

  “Why don’t we—”

  He turned, he looked up.

  And we both froze.

  Oh holy fucking what the fuck.

  “You,” he growled, his eyes blazing as he stared right at me.

  I shook my head, leaping from the table.

  “I— this was a mistake, I have to—”

  I gasped as his hand grabbed my arm, pulling me back, spinning me around, and then shoving me against the wall. My heart lunged into my throat, and the same exploding, fiery feeling from the night before came roaring through my body, making my ears ring as I stared into his eyes.

  “No,” he growled firmly.

  “What?” I panted back.

  He moved closer, throwing the clipboard to the side and pinning me to the wall with his hands on my arms. I trembled, the heat of his body sizzling through me — making me gasp, making me shake, making me crave.

  Making me wet.

  “You ran from me once,” he growled, his lips barely three inches from mine.

  “It’s not happening again.”

  Chapter Three

  Aiden

  My blood roared, my muscles tight. My whole body moved on fucking autopilot.

  Fucking hell, I’m pinning her to the fucking wall.

  I swallowed, my cock pulsing hard as steel in my pants. I could feel precum leaking from my swollen head as my balls boiled, and my entire being craved her.

  Perfection.

  She’d been gorgeous in the little black cocktail dress, in the dim sultry darkness of the bar. In here, she was wearing jeans and a tank top, and fuck if she wasn’t every bit if not even more beautiful. Blonde hair pulled up loosely and those hazel eyes that I could now see were touched with green blazing as they looked up into mine. Her skin pulsed hot under my grip, her body tense and yet melting towards me as I loomed over her, every cell in my body aching to make her mine.

  What the hell did she do to me? Just like the night before, I was instantly hard for her — instantly head over heels, and instantly obsessed.

  …Instantly aware that I was still holding her to the fucking wall, so close I could almost taste those lips again.

  My hands dropped from her, my pulse still roaring through me as I moved a step back, shaking my head.

  Natalie turned and went for the door.

  “Wait.”

  She froze at my voice, and then trembled as I moved up behind her.

  “Hang on.”

  I took a deep breath, forcing myself not to touch her. Because touching her would mean a domino effect. I knew touching her then meant I’d never stop touching her.

  Slowly, I took another breath, trying to get myself under fucking control.

  “We can still be professional,” I said slowly. “I am a professional, and you’re my patient.”

  She turned, swallowing the heat from her face as her eyes looked up into mine and shook her head.

  “I— I can’t do this—”

  “I’m the best there is at this,” I muttered. “Anywhere.”

  Natalie hesitated.

  “Your file, I’ve read it.” I felt my pulse jump again, re-thinking the file I’d read that morning about that afternoon’s patient — and knowing now that it’d been her I’d been reading about.

  “You’ve never come,” I growled. Fuck, just saying it made me hard as a rock. Just saying it made me want to yank her against me and claim those lips again, before I claimed the rest of her.

  Natalie blushed, biting her lip. And fuck if it didn’t just make me harder. My thick cock was pulsing hard between my legs, bulging the front of my pants obscenely.

  “This is embarrassing,” she whispered, looking away.

  “I’m a doctor.”

  “No, you’re…” She shook her head, swallowing.

  “Stay,” I growled, nodding at the table behind me. “Stay, and we’ll see what we can do about this.”

  “Is there another doctor I could—”

  “You don’t want to see another doctor.”

  Her mouth snapped shut, and her eyes went wide at my words. And I knew — fuck did I know. I knew from the pulse beating in the shallow of her neck, and the way her cheeks flushed, and the way she gasped so quietly that I was right. She was embarrassed to admit it here, but I knew from the way she’d kissed me the night before, and the way she trembled just then when I’d pushed her against the wall that I was right.

  She took a shaky breath, her eyes darting to mine. Finally, she nodded.

  “Okay. So, what's the cure here? Is there like a pill or something I could—”

  She stopped as I shook my head, my eyes never leaving hers.

  “It’s not that simple. We need to illuminate things that aren’t the problem before we can figure out what it might be.” I cleared my throat, my cock still throbbing and my jaw still tight as my eyes devoured her.

  “Are you on any medication? Anti-depressants, anti-psychotics—”

  “No, no.” She shook her head. “Nothing.”

  “Birth control?”

  She blushed, but she shook her head. “What’d be the point?”

  I raised a brow and her blush deepened as she bit her lip.

  “I mean, I don’t date or anything because of this… you know, this problem. So, what’d be the point of going on birth control?”

  Something flashed inside of me — a raw, possessive feeling that gripped me. So, she wasn’t dating, or seeing anyone.

  “Nothing casual?”

  She shook her head. “Not for me.”

  “Last night—”

  Her eyes darted to mine, a fire behind them burning fiercely. “I’ve—” She shook her head. “I’ve never done that.”

  I growled inside, barely keeping it together on the surface.

  “Any recreational drug use?”

  “No, definitely not.”

  I nodded, knowing I should be writing all of it down, but I was far too preoccupied with imagining peeling her clothes off, spreading her legs, and running my tongue over her pussy.

  …Yeah, that’s me — the fucking model of professionalism.

  “And you work out? Exercise?”

  “Running and yoga.”

  “Healthy eating habits?”

  “All the time.”

  I nodded again.

  “Alright, external is out.” I looked her in the eye, my jaw tightening. “We’ll start with an exam.”

  Her eyes went wide.

  “What?”

  Her cheeks flushed as she shook her head. “No, no way.”

  I grinned.

  “Natalie, I’m a doctor.”

  “And the man who kissed me last night,” she hissed quietly, her cheeks bright red.

  I didn’t answer, I just let my gaze burn right into her. I knew I should be professional. I knew the responsible thing to do would be apologize for the night before and assure her of my noble intentions. Hell, what I should have done was recused myself from her as a doctor and found her some other specialist to see.

  Fuck. That.

  For one, I wasn’t going to apologize for anything — not for my goddamn world shattering when she walked into that bar the night before. Not for feeling my heart jump out of my chest like it’d never done before. Not for fucking falling for her right fucking there in the restaurant. And I was certainly not going to apologize for my cock
being throbbing hard and wanting nothing more than to feel her slick, tight pussy slide down every inch of it.

  As for having her see someone else? Yeah, right. No fucking way. The thought of not being around this girl had my jaw clenching tight, my hands turning to fists at my sides. The idea of some other man — professional doctor or not — putting his hands on her had me seeing red. Fuck, I didn’t even know Natalie, but I knew one thing.

  She was mine. She may not have known it quite yet, but she was going to.

  As for her little problem? Oh, I was going to fix that alright. And I was going to fix it right the fuck now.

  “Take your clothes off,” I growled lowly.

  Natalie gasped, her breath catching and her cheeks flushing pink.

  I knew I should leave. I knew I was about to step way the hell over a line I shouldn’t cross. Hell, if wasn’t going to leave, call a nurse or something to come in here too, to keep me professional around this girl whose every single look, and lip bite, and scent, and very proximity made me want to be very, very unprofessional.

  “I—”

  “I promise you,” I purred, moving closer to her. “Whatever happened last night, I will fix this problem of yours. But I need to examine you to know where we need to go. So...” I drew a breath, moving right up to her and looking down into her eyes. Fuck, the scent of her shampoo, or the pheromones in her skin — whatever it was had my damn head spinning. And it was taking every single piece of me not to crush my lips to hers and claim her right there.

  “So, princess,” I growled, my eyes locking with hers. “Take your damn clothes off.”

  Natalie’s breath caught again, and I saw her open her mouth to say something, but she stopped. Instead, she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth — this thing she kept doing that made me want feel those lips sliding down over my cock.

  “Okay,” she breathed, swallowing thickly as she nodded.

  “Good girl,” I purred, loving how it sent a flush through her cheeks again.

  She took a step away from me, turning as she reached down to pull her tank top off. Her bra was black and lacy, and it took everything I had not to groan when her smooth, bare back was revealed to me. She went for her jeans next, kicking her heels off and undoing her button, then the zipper.

  My cock ached as she drew it down, facing away from me. She hooked her thumbs into the waist and slowly began to peel them down over that tight little apple ass, and this time, I didn’t hold back the groan.

  She heard me, but I didn’t care. Good. Let her hear. Let her hear what she did to me. If the room was quiet enough, she’d hear the sound of my thick cock stretching the front of my pants.

  I watched her strip her clothes away like a present being unwrapped before me. Natalie pulled her jeans off, and my eyes locked on the little black lacy thong covering her. My jaw tightened, and my balls twitched with the idea of nudging that little strip of fabric aside with my cock, or pulling it down with my fucking teeth.

  Fuck, I wasn’t going to last. I wasn’t going to be able to hold back and I knew it.

  The thing is, I knew she wasn’t going to either. For a girl who’d never come before, I knew damn well how worked up I’d had her the night before, before she took off. I knew the hunger in those kisses, and the way her fingers had tugged at my shirt and pressed to my chest.

  I knew the hot heat I’d felt between her legs as she’d pressed into me. I knew how fucking wet her pussy had been the night before, and I was willing to bet she was every bit as sticky and wet there in my exam room.

  I moved to the exam table, pulling the lever to the side that raised the back and dropped the front section, turning the table into a reclined exam chair. She turned, blushing furiously and half covering her gorgeous, perfect body.

  “Sit,” I purred, my eyes locked on her as I gestured to the chair with my chin. She did, brushing past me and making my pulse roar as her bare arm touched my hand.

  I moved to her side, pulling a swivel chair over and sitting beside her shoulder.

  “Take your panties down for me,” I growled.

  She swallow and shook her head.

  “I— I can’t.”

  “And why’s that?” I purred into her ear, moving close to her — feeling the heat of her skin against me.

  “Because,” she whispered.

  I glanced down her gorgeous body, my eyes teasing over her soft, full breasts, cupped in the almost see-through bra. Fuck, I could see the dark shade of her nipple through the lace, and my cock jumped in my pants. My eyes moved lower, over her smooth belly, and her curved hips, down to those little black panties cupping the treasure between her thighs.

  And they were wet. I could see it right there between her legs — the unmistakable dark mark in the gusset of her panties.

  “I need to make sure everything works,” I growled.

  She blushed even deeper, and I groaned as she chewed on that bottom lip again.

  “It does,” she whispered again.

  “I can see that.”

  Natalie gasped, her cheeks burning bright red as she closed her eyes.

  “I’m here to help, princess,” I said quietly.

  “It’s not…that,” she finally blurted out.

  “You can get turned on.”

  Her eyes opened, and she dragged them up to my eyes, swallowing thickly.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “It’s the after that part.”

  Natalie nodded, her chest rising and falling.

  “Take them off, princess,” I growled. “Take your panties off and show me that pretty little pussy.”

  Chapter Four

  Natalie

  “Take them off, princess.”

  My whole body tingled — every inch of my skin shivering and craving so much more as his words blazed through me.

  I wanted him to touch me.

  I knew how wrong it was, especially since he was my goddamn doctor, but I couldn’t help it, and I couldn’t stop the feelings roaring through me. I wanted him to touch me like he had the night before, when he’d grabbed me, and pulled me into him. I wanted him to command me — to take what he wanted and leave me moaning for more, just like he had the night before.

  I wanted that submission I’d felt when his lips had seared to me — that feeling his lips and his touch had brought that I’d never come close to feeling before.

  I wanted him, with every part of me, no matter how wrong it was.

  “Take your panties off and show me that pretty little pussy.”

  I gasped, my eyes darting to his and my whole body melting as I saw the fierce, hungry look in his eyes. His words were like a lit match to the gasoline inside of me, engulfing me in the flames. Those words were certainly not the way a doctor spoke to a patient, but I didn’t care.

  Hell, I wanted him to keep going.

  I swallowed, our eyes locked and feeling the heat of his gaze washing over me as he leaned close.

  “Take them off, princess,” he purred.

  “I—”

  I couldn’t move. Not because I was scandalized, or scared, or anything like that. I couldn’t move because I’d never been so turned on in my life. I’d never felt every inch of my body blazing with heat like that.

  “Or maybe,” he leaned closer, his eyes flicking over my face and just the finest hint of a hungry grin on his perfect lips. “Maybe you need my professional help.”

  I whimpered — fuck, I actually whimpered — as his hand slid down my bare tummy, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I gasped, my tummy caving as his fingers slid over my skin, down to the lacy edge of my panties. Two of his fingers pushed under the edge, making me gasp again as he pinched the fabric between those and his thumb.

  And slowly, he tugged.

  I bit my lip, my whole body trembling as I let this dominant, gorgeous, sexy as sin doctor — my doctor — slowly peel my panties away from me and down my thighs, until he could see everything.

  Doctor Owenson growled, right
into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

  “And do you always get this wet, princess?” he said lowly, his baritone voice rumbling in my ear.

  “I—”

  It was mortifying, but then, it was also making me even wetter, with him pulling my panties down like that and seeing how slick and wet I was. I was sure he could see it glistening on my lips, not to mention how soaked my panties were.

  “No,” I whispered.

  “No?”

  I shook my head.

  “Interesting,” he growled. His hand let go of my panties, leaving them tangled halfway down my thighs. His fingers trailed over my skin as he slid his hand back up my leg, making my breath catch and my hips somehow arch towards him as if they had a mind of their own.

  His fingertips trailed up the crease between my thigh and my pussy, and this time, I couldn’t stop the cry from tumbling from my lips.

  “Perfectly normal response to stimulus.” He turned, his eyes burning into mine.

  “Good girl.”

  His fingers teased over my thigh for one more second, before suddenly, he slid his hand right between my legs.

  Holy shit.

  I moaned, loudly, my breath catching in my throat and my whole body buzzing with electricity as his fingers slid through my slick, wet lips. I gasped, my hips rocking into his hand and making him chuckle as he ran one thick finger up and down my pussy.

  “So eager,” he growled.

  His fingers spread my lips, making me whimper. He wasn’t wearing any gloves. And for a second, I almost let my mind stick there, before I rolled my eyes to myself.

  Right, that’s what was making this unprofessional. Not that the most gorgeous, commanding, toe-curlingly sexy and captivating man I’d ever met was stroking my pussy with my panties around my knees on an exam chair in his doctor’s office.

  But then, I didn’t care at all about whether it was professional or not at that point. All I knew was that I’d never felt so good. All I knew was there was something about Aiden Owenson that turned me to jelly and made my body feel things I’d never felt before.

  There was something about him that made me want more.

  “Nice and wet,” he growled into my ear. I moaned again, my body writhing under his magical touch. I’d never felt this good before — never felt like I was melting into a puddle like this before. His fingers slid through my lips, and when one rolled over my clit, I cried out.