by Mona Moore
"Is that the punishment you wanted?" he asked her through gritted teeth. "Are you ready to behave, or are you going to keep being a bad girl?"
She could feel the juicy, thick head of his cock just sitting at her wet entrance. It was excruciating, the way he was teasing her. Excruciating and – enlightening.
"I'm going to be bad," she told him defiantly. "I'm a naughty little girl, and I need to be punished.”
Scarlett’s voice quivered as she spoke, her lips trembling in anticipation of what was to come. Charles responded by reached up and grabbing a fistful of her hair, yanking her neck back to the point where she could barely swallow.
"As you wish."
He slammed his hard shaft deep into her pussy, forcing her open to accommodate him without warning or easing. She gasped, her eyes rolling back into her head as she adjusted to the feel of him. Her sex squeezed him tightly, trying to draw him deeper inside of her body.
Charles growled as he began to slam into her, banging her so hard she was sure her mind was going to go blank. Her pussy was slaughtered by his expert cock, hitting her G-spot repeatedly while he used her hair like reigns, directing her body to slam back into his. Her ass cheeks slapped up against his abdomen over and over as she moaned and grunted, pushing the sound through her strained voice box.
Scarlett bunched up bits of the sheets into her fists and bit her lip as he rocked her body better than any man ever had. "You're a sick, dirty girl, Scarlett. You like it when I fuck you hard like this, don’t you? You like it when I pound my hot cock into your sopping wet pussy. Naughty girls like you always do."
"Yes!" She screamed as he picked up the pace, and she found herself pressing her hips backward in rhythm with his, wanting to feel the full force of him inside of her. She didn’t care how rough it got. She wanted it rougher.
But then suddenly he stopped, just before she was about to orgasm, leaving her whimpering on the bed without him. He reached over and flipped her onto her back, grabbing her legs and dragging her to the end of the bed.
"I want to look into your eyes, and I want you to look into mine," he hissed, lifting her legs high into the air and placing them over his shoulders. "I want to watch your face when I make you cum."
He slammed himself into her again but began to move in slow motion, holding her eye contact. Scarlett focused on the two blue orbs hanging over her as he continued to slide his cock in and out of her much too slow for her liking. He was holding her off as long as possible. She was surprised by his stamina as he continued his agonizingly deliberate onslaught with no sign of premature release.
Finally, her legs began to quiver, and she moaned while fighting to keep her eyes open and looking at him. Her body tensed up with pleasure as the mouth of her pussy grabbed onto his cock inside of her, squeezing his member with such intensity that he began to pulse inside of her as well. He came inside of her, warming her from the inside out. It wasn’t long before her sex began to contract around him tightly, pulsating over and over. Even after she had shaken to completion, he continued to thrust until she had a second, more intense orgasm.
He collapsed on top of her, their sweat mingling together, her body feeling like jelly. Her eyes were still open, staring at the ceiling in amazement. What had just happened? Who was this man who’d replaced, calm and collected Charles; this, Dr. Feelgood? Was this who he truly was?
CHAPTER SIX
The light was streaming through the bedroom window as Scarlett stretched deliciously against the sheets, sore in all the right places. She could hear wood being chopped and turned to see out the window that Charles was, in fact, awake and cutting up some more firewood. She smiled, her finger trapped between her teeth as she replayed last night’s events in her mind. Dr. Feelgood. She giggled to herself. She’d never had such dirty, gratifying sex before. Never. Not even in college. Last night had been entirely new and completely satisfying.
Suddenly a thought popped into her head, and she decided she would sneak into the kitchen and cook a nice breakfast for him before he came back inside. A thank you if you will. Her mother always said the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. But as she made it in there, Scarlett could smell that he had already cooked. A plate waited at his well-polished redwood table just for her, and there was fresh coffee in the coffeemaker in the kitchen.
She was taken in by the mouthwatering smells and went right to devouring the meal he had prepared while thinking back to the night before. She’d never felt so uninhibited before. The sex with Charles had been so wild and animalistic, like he’d channeled his inner barbarian and brought out an ancient part of her that had been screaming to get loose. Perhaps a little of Charles’ sex therapy was what she had needed after all. Scarlett hoped that it wasn't something that would end anytime soon.
Just as she was taking the last sip of her coffee, Charles strode in the front door, looking in a mood which was strange considering his usually calm exterior. He was already looking at her like she was the breakfast. As he stripped off his outerwear, he revealed that he had not bothered to put on anything underneath. Not even Frank had ever looked at her that way, and she could guess what was about to happen next.
“G-good morning,” She stammered, eyes wide like a doe caught in the hunter's sights.
Charles wasted no time. He strode toward her, his cock already hard and at attention. Stripping her of her robe, Charles placed her naked body on the rug in front of the fireplace. Without a word, he began to worship her with his lips, more gently, but just as ardently as he had the night before. As he explored her, his touch felt a little different. What they shared had been more than just some unbridled romp. It was as though he was blind and she was the braille he was trying to read. It was as if he felt more than just lust for Scarlett.
She wrapped her arms around him, sliding her nails down his back as he held himself over her, looking deeply into her eyes. He searched their depths as though asking for permission. Scarlett arched her back, raising her swollen, naked breasts to graze his chest. She could feel a growl rumbling deep inside of his chest.
Charles bent his head and pulled her bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it until it swelled before kissing along her neck and back down to her breasts. Scarlett squirmed beneath him, her insides coming to life again with a throbbing ache for him. He cupped her large breasts with his hands, bringing the taut nipples to his lips where he licked and nibbled them until they glowed under the attention.
"You're so goddamn sexy, and you don’t even know it," he whispered before raising his hips up to align with hers and sliding his hot, hard cock into her wet, swollen center.
A ragged sigh escaped her lips as Scarlett pushed her fingers through his hair, gripping his head to her chest as he slowly worked himself deeper inside of her. She could feel a whole new part of herself opening up to this amazing man who had turned her whole world upside down. She pressed her lips gently to his, working up to a slow, passionate kiss that sizzled even after they parted and began to quiver in pleasure once again.
Sliding his hands beneath her shoulders, he gripped them firmly, pushing her downward against every upward thrust he made. Charles undulated over her like a wave. The painting from his office flashed before her eyes as he began to move more quickly, bringing her closer and closer to that place of pleasure she wished she could live in. Within moments, she was pulsing around him, and he was exploding inside of her, gasping and panting into her neck.
They lay there together, entwined in each other’s arms. The bliss washed over them slowly as their hands continued to wander the plains of each other’s bodies. Scarlett looked up at the mantle. She noticed that the picture of the woman was no longer there and he must have moved it to another part of the house. Her curiosity got the better of her, so she decided to ask him who she was once more.
"When I got here, there was a picture of a woman on the mantle. Who was she?" Scarlett asked softly, drawing figure eights across Charles' chest.
He sighed de
eply but remained silent. Scarlett could feel the air in the room had changed, and thought that maybe it had been a bad idea to ask. But then he finally spoke.
"She was my wife,” He whispered hoarsely, looking down into Scarlett’s upturned face. “We were only married for a year before she killed herself."
"Oh, my goodness,” Scarlett gasped, ashamed now for even having asked. “I had no idea. I am so sorry..."
Charles cut her off. "You don’t have to be sorry. You didn’t know her, or me, and you had nothing to do with it."
The way he easily dismissed her sympathy left her wondering if for the first time his calm had been broken. Scarlett laid her head on his chest and traced circles on his skin with her fingers, trying to comfort him silently. She couldn’t imagine losing a loved one that way; even with all the psychological tools to help herself through it.
"Why don’t I go ahead and take you home?" Charles said. The force of his voice breaking the relaxing mood.
The question sounded cold from his mouth, and Scarlett was confused by it. However, she hastily agreed anyway, heading into the room where her luggage was to pack up.
The whole way back to her house, she felt a chill coming off Charles that hadn’t been there before. As he walked her to her door, she offered for him to come in for a drink. He declined and quickly left.
What had she done wrong?
Scarlett shut the door with a growing sadness inside of her, not understanding the sudden change in the man that had been pursuing her so fervently before. They’d had an incredible, emotional evening together, but it was gone. It was almost as if it had never happened. Charles had gone from calm Doctor to animalistic lover, to brick wall in no time flat.
Hugging herself, Scarlett felt a silent tear slip down her cheek, and her eyes widened in shock. Reaching up, she touched the salty drop in mid flow and rolled it between her fingertips. Even after Frank had moved out, she hadn’t shed a single tear. What was it about this man that had made them finally come now?
CHAPTER SEVEN
Scarlett marched into Charles’ office, having taken up the first appointment by claiming a psychiatric emergency. She had been trying to reach Charles for three weeks but to no avail. Now Scarlett found herself angry and wanting answers. If he wanted to keep ignoring her, she would force his response through an appointment. It was the only sure way to get a hold of him. Barging into his office, she slammed the door closed behind her. He stood up to face her and shook his head; his expression pulled with rage.
"No, you can't be here. You need to go," Charles demanded, pointing towards the door.
"No way! I need to know what it is I did wrong to make you take me home and then just disappear into thin air like David-fucking-Copperfield.” Scarlett steamed. “I have given you a chance for three weeks to pick up the phone and tell me. We had an amazing night together, and then you wanted nothing to do with me. Why?”
He stood there with his lips pressed together, shaking his head from side to side in denial. She knew just by looking at him he didn’t have a good answer for her. She would force him to give her one. Slowly, she reached down for the hem of her skirt and hiked it up her thigh on one side, watching with satisfaction as he dragged his eyes to her bare flesh like she was a magnet.
“What’s the matter?” She cooed. “Wasn’t my pussy sweet enough for you?”
His Adam's apple bobbed as she reached beneath and slid her black, lace panties slowly down her legs, kicking them aside. She reached up silently for the top button of her blouse and popped it open, licking her lips until they glistened.
“Come on,” She cooed, for his ears alone. “Is your cock twitching yet?”
Charles tackled her into the wall behind her, surprising her with his strength. The rage was still on his face as he pushed her up hard against the white oblivion there, holding her with one hand and yanking up her skirt the other. He pulled her legs around his body, ripping open the front of his pants and dragging out his shaft, which was already hard for her. Scarlett was intensely aroused by the sudden change in events. She pulled him in tighter with her legs as he slipped himself inside of her, placing his hand over her mouth to stifle her uncontrollable moans as he fucked right there. Surely, he could get fired for such an act of pure lust with a client in his office, but Scarlett was lost in passion, finally getting her fix of the thing she had been craving for weeks now. He had given her a taste of the forbidden fruit, and now she needed it constantly.
With her head pressed back hard against the wall, she grunted and licked at the palm covering her mouth as he pumped into her faster and faster. As her body shook with ecstasy, she bit down on his fingers, trying not to scream his name out and give them away. Charles wildly panted as he gripped her ass, emptying himself into her throbbing pussy.
As quickly as he’d pushed her against the wall, Charles pulled away, running his hands through his hair nervously. She stood there disheveled, her eyes still wild with lust for him as she watched as he tried to push himself back into his pants with shaking fingers. He looked unhinged compared to the usual calm façade he had kept up most the of the time she’d known him.
"This is exactly why we had to leave, and I need to let you go," He explained in a shaky voice. "When I married Julia, I thought she was my forever. No, I knew it."
He paused, pacing back and forth in the room like a caged lion. Scarlett listened, trying to get a grasp on what she could do to help him feel secure in whatever it was they had.
"But she’s gone.” Charles angrily snapped, his blue eyes like rough water. “And now I've met you, and you’ve brought out such an intense passion from within me that I have never felt for anyone else; not even Julia. And it’s made me feel so guilty and wrong."
Scarlett ran to him, grabbing his face between her hands so that he would look at her. She felt desperate to convince him that it was alright and that she needed him in her life somehow.
"I don’t know what this is, Charles, but I want more of it.” She fervently whispered as he tried to look away from her eyes. “I have never felt like this with anyone before. You've awakened something in me that I don’t think I can put back to sleep. Look at me!"
Suddenly, he looked straight into her eyes the way he always did, this time his nostrils flaring. "I can't love you, but I do love to fuck you."
Scarlett felt her eyes starting to water, but held them back. She lifted her chin. "I'll take whatever you can give me."
"This will only end badly," Charles warned her, sounding darker than he ever had before.
"I will see it through, regardless," She told him, feeling determined. He had been trying to heal her, and she wanted the chance to heal him.
"I’m your doctor, Scarlett.” He said weakly, looking lost and confused. “I should know better than this."
“You’re not my doctor anymore, remember?” Scarlett crushed her lips against his, silencing him for good. She knew he couldn’t continue to deny their chemistry, their connection if she held it in front of his face.
Charles kissed her back, the passion from that first night coming flooding back as his hands urgently traced the contours of her body. He dragged her down onto the lounge. Hurriedly, he made quick work of the buttons on her blouse as she unbuttoned his shirt with the same urgency. All the while his eyes stayed glued to the clock that ticked above them on the wall.
“We still have time,” Scarlett whispered urgently.
Unsnapping her bra, her breasts swung loose. Charles quickly peeled his shirt away from his broad, muscular chest. Slowly, he pushed her skirt back up around her hips and licked his lips at the sight of her like a man who hadn’t seen food in years. As he sank his cock deep into her aching center, Scarlett cried out softly and rose up to meet him.
He thrust hard once, twice, and covered her mouth again with his rough hand.
"Don’t say I didn’t warn you."
TO BE CONTINUED…
OLD FASCINATION (Dr. Feelgood Book 1)
