Open Mind (Kink Chronicles Book 1)

by Luna, David

  Quickly, turning and putting his back to the door, he tried to calm himself. Everything he saw could be part of an examination. It was probably something completely normal, and Jamie was the one turning it into some porno in his head. Tipping his head back and closing his eyes, he gathered himself. Well, as much as the young man’s moans allowed him to, anyway. He turned back, sure when he looked again it would be with completely clinical eyes. But this time he was absolutely sure he wasn’t wrong.

  The young man was bent over the side of the exam table, hands gripping the paper that ran the length of it. His hair was now gripped tightly in the hand of the third man in the room. Pulling the young man’s head back enough to look at him, the tall man bent over slightly to get his face closer to the young man’s.

  “Misha, were you lying last time we were here? Because those moans don’t sound like a virgin’s moans. You sound like the slut you are.”

  Jamie’s ears started to ring. Virgin?

  “No.” His words were broken by another moan as Ronan did something to him. “No, Sir! I…I wouldn’t lie to you.”

  The other man’s face never moved from in front of the younger guy’s, but his words were directed at Ronan as he asked, “Is he telling the truth, Dr. Kincaid? Is he a virgin, or does he need another punishment for lying?”

  Jamie was transfixed. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, taking everything in. The sight of the man bent over. His eyes shining with unshed tears, not quite disguising his glazed-over look of desire and need. The quickness of Jamie’s own heavy breath and the sounds of, what was clearly Ronan’s fingers covered in lube, pushing in and out of the man’s ass. When Jamie’s eyes shifted to Ronan, he shivered. He’d never seen that intense, controlled look in the doctor’s eyes. He’d never witnessed that look directed at him.

  And, suddenly, he wished he had.

  “I think he’s telling the truth, Geoff,” Ronan replied, his voice strong and sure. Jamie could see his arm moving and was sure he was doing something. The guy’s—Misha, the guy’s name is Misha—resounding hiss was answer enough. “His ass is tight, even after the amount of time my two fingers have been in his hole. Trying to scissor them is an effort, as well. It seems your virgin enjoys the bite of pain,” Ronan said, an almost evil smirk playing over his lips.

  The other man looked up then, right at Ronan. “Do you think he’s ready?”

  Ready? Ready for what?

  “No, no please!” Misha cried out then moaned when the man gripping his hair pulled harshly.

  “No, pet? Since when do you get to say no?” he growled out. The timbre of his voice made Jamie shiver.

  “I…mmm….I’m not ready. It still hurts.” The tears that had threatened to fall slipped down his face, but he never lost the look of a man turned on beyond belief.

  “Oh, pet. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You can’t lie and tell me you don’t like the pain.” The pet looked up at Geoff, seemingly hesitant as to what he should say but still shook his head back and forth as much as the hand grasping his hair would allow. “Should we show the good doctor the proof of that lie?”

  The young man shook, his eyes wide as he whimpered, “No, please.”

  “Oh, yes. I believe that kind of deceit deserves your humiliation since you’re embarrassing me in front of the doc.” Jamie could see Geoff start pulling on Misha’s hair again before wrapping his other hand around his neck. “Stand up and let me see that pretty cock of yours. Let’s show Dr. Kincaid what a slut you are.”

  The young guy did as he was told, but he kept his eyes closed as his cheeks and neck turned ruddy in color. Jamie could see his breathing pick up, his chest now in clear view as it heaved up and down, over and over. Geoff released his grip on Misha’s hair, but not his neck, as his pet now stood up away from the table. Jamie looked toward Ronan, whose arm was still hidden behind the young man—fingers probably still in his ass—but he had scooted around so he could see the hard cock bobbing in front of this pet.

  Jamie could feel his balls draw up, a tingle racing up his spine. He couldn’t fathom why he’d be so turned on by this. Sure, it was like live porn, but it wasn’t anything Jamie was into. He knew he should leave, but his feet remained glued to the floor. His hormones were in control as his brain had shut down from the overload.

  “Oh, look at that come just dripping off that pretty cock,” Geoff said before he reached out and slapped the guy’s cock. Jamie flinched with the yelp of pain the young man cried out. “Doc, rub his prostate for me? Let’s show him how much he likes the pain.” Geoff never took his eyes off his pet as he spoke. His pet’s mouth dropped open, clear understanding of what was about to happen filtering across his face.

  Ronan’s arm moved again, causing another yelp and moan to spill out of Misha. Geoff grinned, all evil and satisfied. Another minute passed of Ronan’s fingers fucking into Misha before Geoff slapped the man’s cock again. The next thing Jamie knew, the young guy was coming, hands free with only the doc’s fingers and a slap.

  Geoff lay the drained guy back face down on the exam table, right over the come Misha had just spewed, and reached over to pat his ass. “Good pet. Now, you’re going to take the doc’s cock like a good boy.”

  Jamie heard a whimper and, for a moment, was afraid he’d made it himself. The idea of watching Ronan fuck him was too much. He could feel his cock twitch and tingle, nearly ready to shoot in his damn scrub pants. He reached down, tightly gripping his own solid cock, trying to stave off coming.

  Jamie knew he should go. Stop watching and walk away. But there was a part of him, that devil sitting on his shoulder, whispering for him to stay and watch. In the end, the sight of Ronan standing up, unzipping his dress pants, and pulling out the most gorgeous cock Jamie had ever seen had him listening to the devil on his shoulder.

  “Now, my pet, as you take the doc’s cock, you’re going to suck mine just as you’ve been practicing. Do you understand?”

  The boy nodded slowly, slurring out, “Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”

  “My pet, always so eager for some come.”

  Geoff looked up and nodded at Ronan. Then the doctor was pulling on a condom and lubing himself up. Jamie was done for. Watching Ronan jack his cock as he applied the lube was hot as fuck.

  The question of why Jamie found all this such a fucking turn on wouldn’t stop running through his head. But once again, he was distracted by what was going on in the room.

  Ronan was now standing behind Misha, tapping his cock between the guy’s cheeks. Jamie couldn’t help but reach down into his own scrub pants and squeeze his cock. He nearly moaned out loud from the pure bliss it caused.

  Ronan slowly pushed his thick cock into the young guy bent over the table, pleasure washing over the doc’s face. Jamie couldn’t tear his eyes away as the doctor sank in, inch after slow inch, until he bottomed out. The guy moaned with his mouth full of Geoff’s cock, his wrists being held by Ronan. Jamie’s breath hitched as Ronan pulled nearly out before he pushed slowly back in again and again.

  And all Jamie wanted was to trade places with the young guy, to be fucked slow and deep by Ronan. But man, seeing Misha’s face lost in the pleasure of the act was almost as good.

  The rhythm of the fucking soon picked up. Both Geoff and Ronan were now slamming into the guy, the moans from them all sounding out a chorus in the room. Jamie stood and jacked his cock as he watched the scene in front of him. In that moment, he wanted Ronan to know he was there. To share in the lust that was spilling from them all, and to connect with Ronan in this as the spectator.

  Geoff’s gruff voice startled Jamie from the trance the scene lulled him into. “I’m going to come down your throat, slut. Swallow every damn drop.” Geoff’s hips stuttered as he got closer, and Ronan’s followed suit. Jamie knew that was when he should leave because, once they came, who knew how soon they’d be leaving the room. He might not have time to make it out of the building before he was seen or heard.

  He waited another beat, needing to see Ronan los
t in the pleasure he was getting from Misha’s tight ass. For Jamie, releasing his own cock and pulling his hand out of his pants was harder than it should’ve been.

  When a chorus of groans let out, Jamie took one last glance into the room, and then quickly and quietly made his way down the hall. He grabbed his cell off the front desk as he passed and went out the door as silently as he had come in. He ran to his car and jumped in. His nervous laughter rang out in the interior of his car as he swiftly started it and pulled out of the parking lot. Looking in the rearview mirror, he saw no one following him or opening the back door to see his escape.

  By the time Jamie made it home and flopped onto his bed, his dick was still hard. He just wanted to wash away all the thoughts that were running through his mind.

  Sending off a quick text to cancel with Andy, he walked across the hall to the bathroom and turned the hot water on as he undressed. There was no way the sight of what he’d just witnessed would ever leave his memory. It was seared there on constant replay. Geoff handling Misha so roughly, fucking his throat.

  Then Ronan. God the amount of sex appeal that man had was unfair. Watching him fuck Misha had stoked the flame of Jamie’s arousal to scorching levels. He could hardly breathe with all the want that coursed through him.

  Before Jamie realized what he’d done, his hand had wrapped around his still hard dick, and the bathroom had filled with steam. Jamie quickly released his cock and stepped into the shower stall, putting his head under the spray and dropping his chin to his chest. He refused to jerk off to his boss fucking some guy. That wasn’t him. Jamie didn’t get off on watching guys he wanted fuck other guys.

  But damn he was turned on. He was more turned on than he’d been in a long time. Grabbing his cock, now desperate to get rid of the ache that pulsed in his balls, he tried to bring up his last one-night stand—one hot night in LA when he went looking to get fucked into oblivion and found it. He envisioned the guy, his dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes, rough hands that had pinned Jamie’s wrists to the bed above his head as the guy fucked into him from behind.

  As soon as he was lost in that night, the dark hair was replaced by strawberry blond and the blue eyes were now molten brown. The rough hands of the stranger were no longer on him. Now, it was Ronan with his smooth hands holding down the guy in the exam room, his thick cock disappearing over and over into his ass. But in jerk-off version, Ronan was looking at Jamie, his eyes melting him from the inside out. He felt those eyes on him like a caress. They burned their way down Jamie’s chest and abs before landing on Jamie’s hand wrapped around his cock. “Fuck your hand.”

  And Jamie did. Staring into those eyes, he fucked into his hand fast and hard. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, not with how turned on he was. Fantasy Ronan wrapped his hands around the guy’s hips, grabbing tight enough that Jamie could see the indentation of his fingers. Jamie imagined the bruises that would bloom on Misha’s skin, and he wanted those marks. He wanted Ronan’s marks on him, wanted to see the proof of Ronan on him the next day.

  “Oh, god,” Jamie whispered before he sprayed all over the wall of the shower, collapsing against the tile along with the fantasy.

  “For fuck’s sake! What am I doing?” Jamie asked himself. Ignoring what he’d just done, he grabbed the washcloth and body wash and got busy doing what he’d meant to do when he climbed in the shower to start with…get fucking clean and not think of Dr. Fucking Kink.

  As he lay in his bed that night, he was still confused, still turned on, and now, more than ever, he needed some questions answered. He had no one he could ask. How could he explain why he needed to know?

  The good thing? He had Google.

  The bad thing? He still had to go into work on Monday and face Dr. Kincaid.

  RONAN

  It was nearing eleven on Monday morning, and the tension between Ronan and Jamie was palpable. Something had shifted, but Ronan didn’t know what. He could feel Jamie’s eyes watching him every time Ronan walked away. Their interactions were feeling stranger by the minute.

  It’s driving me crazy.

  There was just something in Jamie’s eyes, the tone of his voice, and the way he wouldn’t meet Ronan’s gaze any longer. He’d grown so used to the easy camaraderie they’d built between them. He respected Jamie so much for his dedication and passion for his job and their patients. Not only that, he was smart as a whip with a sense of humor that usually had Ronan in stitches several times a day.

  And god, every time the boy tossed back his head and laughed, something in Ronan’s stomach fluttered and his heart constricted. He was ridiculously enamored with him. He couldn’t even deny it to himself any longer. It felt like their roles were reversed, like he was the young guy and Jamie the older, more mature of the two. He knew Jamie was attracted to him. He’d seen it in his searing gaze.

  Still, Ronan found himself wondering if Jamie had feelings that were more than just physical attraction. If Ronan asked him out on a real date, would he say yes? They’d had several lunch non-dates, both in and out of the office, and had enjoyed each other’s company while getting to know each other better. As time passed, Ronan realized he couldn’t get Jamie off his mind.

  He found himself thinking about Jamie’s mahogany curls, and how soft they would feel when he ran his fingers through them. His beautiful, boy-next-door looks made him appear much younger than twenty-eight, yet he acted so much older.

  That day notwithstanding, he knew Jamie felt some of what he was feeling. His nurse still had the habit of blushing when Ronan caught him glancing his way. Occasionally, he’d babble or stammer if Ronan caught him off guard.

  The ease of the friendship they’d built between them had come to mean a lot to Ronan. He had a lot of friends, and was a respected member of the BDSM community, but he hadn’t wanted or needed something—someone—for himself in ages.

  He’d had several long-term relationships in his life. Hell, he was forty years old. Of course he had. But the last one had fallen through six years prior, and he hadn’t felt the need or desire for more than he got out of his scenes, house calls, and parties.

  That is, until Jamie walked through his office door and into his life.

  Ronan was pulled from his musings when someone knocked on his doorframe. He glanced up from the monitor he’d been staring blankly at and directly into Jamie’s eyes for the first time that day. Jamie’s hand was gripping the doorframe he’d just knocked on, and Ronan sat back in his chair and kept his gaze on those gorgeous gray eyes.

  After several long-drawn-out moments, Jamie’s eyes shifted somewhere in the vicinity of his hairline, and Ronan sighed resignedly and asked, “What can I help you with, Jamie?”

  Jamie cleared his throat and stood straighter. “Uh, yeah. Those test results that you’ve been waiting for came back.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I submitted them, so the results came back to me. I forwarded them to you, but I know you don’t always check your emails during the day so I wanted to let you know.”

  Ronan nodded and stood, stretching his limbs after sitting through his lunch hour. Jamie’s eyes flared, and he glanced down at the floor. Ronan was about to ask him what was up when he mumbled, “Anyway, I forgot to mention that earlier and wanted to tell you before I forgot again. Um, I’m gonna go finish my lunch.”

  With that, Jamie was gone, and Ronan sat down with a sigh. Not knowing what to do, he ruminated on it for a while and finally decided he was done tiptoeing around the situation. He gave Jamie several more minutes before he followed him into the breakroom.

  When Ronan got there, he was met with a most delicious sight. Jamie’s delectable ass, softly encased in a pair of royal blue scrubs, was on display. Ronan sighed when the show was over. Jamie turned around, his lunch tote he’d been about to put in the refrigerator still in his hands.

  Their eyes met, and Jamie froze like a deer caught in the headlights, his eyes widening comically. He cleared his throat and held up his bag as proof…of what, Ron
an couldn’t figure out. “I was just putting my lunch tote away.”

  Ronan smiled, and instead of giving the boy a thorough once over from his mop of curls to his ergonomic and sensible shoes like he wanted to, he kept it professional. “I see that.” He leaned against the doorjamb, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head in inquiry. “I think we need to talk about what’s going on with you.”

  “What do you mean?” Jamie’s voice broke at the end of his question, and it was all Ronan could do not to smile.

  “I mean, you’ve been giving me strange looks, avoiding my eyes, and generally trying to avoid me since this morning. I think we should talk about what’s got you worked up.”

  Jamie shook his head. “I’m not worked up. I just have a lot on my mind.”

  “Anything to do with work? I’m here to help, Jamie. I don’t want tension building between us. Eventually, the patients will feel it as well, and I think that’s the last thing either of us wants.”

  Nodding, Jamie turned and shoved his tote in the fridge and shut the door, facing him again. “It is the last thing I want. It’s not work related, I promise. I just have some things to sort out. I’m sorry I upset you.”

  Ronan sighed, not quite believing him but not wanting to push him too hard. “You didn’t upset me. I just want you to know, if anything is bothering you, even if it’s not work related, I’m always here to listen if you need help, all right?”

  Ronan saw the tension leaving Jamie’s small frame, like he’d just dodged a bullet. Now, he knew for sure something regarding Ronan was bothering Jamie, but he wasn’t ready to admit it yet. If it continued, Ronan would have to address it, but he’d let it go until then. They had a busy week to get through, as usual, so he hoped Jamie sorted it out quickly because they’d be working closely together, and it was going to be a long week if things continued as they were.

  It was late Friday afternoon, and the week had improved quite a bit since Monday morning. He knew something was still bothering Jamie. It seemed it wasn’t bothering him enough to keep Jamie from looking him up and down a time or two…if his heated gaze that nearly burned a hole through Ronan’s clothes was any indication. It was as if Jamie was on a precipice. Caution and uneasiness behind him, keeping him nice and safe, while hunger and burning desire were before him, pulling him inexorably toward Ronan. The boy was a paradox.