WHITE HEAT (Dr. Feelgood Book 2)

by Mona Moore

  “Take your clothes off,” he ordered her.

  Her mouth dropped open, and the floodgates were let loose between her thighs. Scarlett could hear the authority in his voice and squeezed her legs together tightly. She could tell he meant to punish her. He had the air of a principal talking down to a student who’d been caught up to no good. A fantasy of hers that they had spoken of a few sessions past before he said he couldn’t be her doctor anymore so that he could take her out on their first date.

  He smirked as though reading her mind. “Your blouse first.”

  Silently she obeyed, taking each button between her fingers gingerly and sliding them from the holes until it gaped open from neck to waist. Scarlett tugged the blouse from the waistband of her skirt and then slipped it from her shoulders. Folding her hands in her lap, her breasts nearly heaving from the confines of her black lace bra with the excitement of it all, she awaited further instructions.

  Charles stood up behind his desk, and Scarlett found her eyes drawn like magnets to the bulge pushing against the front of his jeans. A shiver went through her body. Coming around to the front of his desk, he leaned his hips against it and crossed his arms over his thickly muscled chest. His biceps seemed enormous as they pushed forward from the motion. He observed her momentarily as she sat there, every fiber of her aching for him.

  “Stand up,” He said, reaching for the phone on his desk. He dialed out. “Dawn, cancel my appointments for the afternoon.”

  If there was a word to describe what was happening to her body as she stood there waiting for his next command, it escaped her a thousand times over. Her body was vibrating in anticipation of what was to come. Her muscles were weak and her pussy, dripping wet. Scarlett feared that if she stood, she would fall, but didn’t want to know what would happen if she didn’t obey him further. Quietly, Scarlett mustered all of her courage and let her legs lift her until she was standing before him, hands at her side.

  Charles’s eyes were hooded as he reached for a small remote on the surface of his desk. He pressed a button, and some music began to play. With a few pushes more on the remote, the volume was raised to a pitch that would conceal any sound that was made in the office. If the patients leaving his office were to ever ask he could always say the music had been part of the therapy needed to help heal her.

  “Now, the skirt.”

  For the first time in a long time, Scarlett was ecstatic that she’d listened to her inner diva and worn something sexy beneath her clothing. With one hand, she unsnapped the small clip at her hip and then took the zipper down before letting the skirt slide to her feet. She was left standing in a lacy black thong, garter belt and thigh high stockings. The smug expression on her face was the personification of success when she saw the firelight in Charles’ eyes. They were alight with white heat. Pushing himself off the desk, Charles circled her body slowly, like a panther getting ready to pounce on its prey before moving to sit on the lounge.

  “Lay across my knee.”

  Scarlett’s nipples hardened instantly, and gooseflesh covered her skin. Charles held out a hand to her, and she accepted it before coming to stand next to him. With a small tug on her fingers, he pulled her down across his lap. She could feel his erection pressing into the side of her body, and she swallowed thickly as the blood rushed to her head.

  “I want you to count to ten,” Charles told her before his hand came slamming down on her ass cheeks so hard it rocked her whole body. Tears smarted in her eyes.

  “One,” She began, her voice shaking. Scarlett’s entire body was wracked with pain, but she continued bravely until she made it through ten, each count delivering one slap harder than the next. A numbness had settled into the flesh of her ass and tears were streaming freely down her cheeks now.

  “Do you want more?” Charles asked her. His strong hand stroked up and down her back and bottom like she was his pet.

  “No,” Scarlett whimpered. She was lying to both Charles and herself. There was something about pain that Charles had a way of making pleasurable.

  “I think you’re not telling me the truth,” Charles said, barely above a whisper.

  He spread her legs and dipped his fingers into her wet center. She moaned softly. The contrast of delicate, slippery touch against the stinging heat of her skin from the slaps was almost too much for her to bear. She glanced back at him from over her shoulder, her eyes were languid with sensuality. When he pulled his hand away, his fingers were sticky and sweet with her juices. He placed them up to his lips, giving them a sniff and then a slow lick.

  A shudder went through Scarlett when Charles flipped her onto her back and slipped his hand between her legs once more, only this time, he slammed three fingers inside of her. She gasped as he began pumping them in and out of her aching sex relentlessly. It was rough and fast, and she loved every minute of it. Scarlett bit her lips bloody trying desperately to keep her passion in check.

  “You sick, dirty girl - you love it,” he said excitedly, pumping his fingers deeper and faster as Scarlett began to buck her hips against his hand. “Tell me you love it. Tell me you need it.”

  “Please,” Scarlett begged breathlessly, her legs shaking and weak as he brought her closer and closer to that place she was seeking gratification from. “I need it. I love it so much. Give it to me – “

  Abruptly, Charles’ hand stopped just shy of Scarlett’s orgasm, and he peered down into her shocked face. He wagged a silent finger at her and pulled her upright. Without a word, he dressed her meticulously, making sure to button every last button on her blouse to her neck and tugging her skirt down as far as it would go. She stared at him soundlessly, still not grasping what was happening until he was ushering her gently to his office door. As it swung open, he gave her a swift tap on the ass that made her jump slightly.

  He leaned in before she stepped foot out into the reception area and placed his lips at her ear. “Remember Scarlett. You belong to me.”

  As Scarlett left the office, she felt as though she was in a daze. What had just happened? Was Charles angry at her or attracted to her? She was being ridiculous. Of course, he was attracted to her, he only meant to punish her. The thing was, she should have been angry, but instead she was turned on. She was incredibly turned on, and now exceptionally horny because he’d brought her to the very brink of rapture only to leave her teetering on edge without so much as a rope to cling to.

  She sat down slowly in the driver's seat of her car and rested her head against the steering wheel. Her cheeks were flushed, and the soft, cool leather felt incredible against her burning bottom. Just as she was about to turn the key in the ignition, her phone buzzed, and she reached for it with a tired arm. Charles’ name flashed on the screen and directly beneath it was one word.

  Mine.

  Despite herself, she smiled.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Saturday afternoon was a complete train wreck. It was as if time had slowed to an abrupt stop and yet the world was still spinning dizzy circles around her. Scarlett sat on the couch, flipping through paint swatches. After Frank had moved out, she’d wanted to change the décor; to rid the house of its Frank-ness. Yet, as Scarlett poured over reds and chocolate browns, she couldn’t help but find herself thinking of a particular doctor with dirty blonde hair and eyes like a tropical lagoon. She pulled out an aqua swatch and smiled at it.

  The conversations they had, when they had them, were thoughtful and poignant, and her heart was missing that. However, she was missing Charles’ body, badly. Just the thought of his name reminded her of the sex they had together, and the sex with Charles was mind blowing every single time. Her body craved the pleasure he gave her, which was nothing like anything her and Frank ever had, even at the beginning when their relationship had been fresh. Being with Charles, even when he was angry and punishing her was an entirely spiritual experience.

  Her mind raced back to their first meeting, how he’d stared at her mouth so intently. She wondered if he’d wanted to kiss
her then. The second meeting at her parent’s cocktail party always came to the forefront of the memories. It was then that he’d pushed her against the bricks on that cold February night and devoured her mouth, melting her like ice in the sun. Their first time in the cabin was the memory she always strived for, but this last time in his office – the way he had put her over his knee and spanked her bare ass had left her breathless and wanting more. Scarlett instinctively slid her hand into the waistband of her yoga tights and found the soft, moist flesh below. There wasn’t a man on earth who got her pussy as wet as Charles did.

  She let her eyes flutter closed and imagined that Charles was there with her, having her on the kitchen counter or bent over the couch. In her fantasy, he was pulling her hair and pounding into her, gripping her breasts in his hands roughly and saying all those dirty things that spilled like honey from his lips. It had surprised her to find that she liked all the filthy things Charles said and did to her. Having always been a reserved woman, much to the chagrin of her mother who always said Scarlett wasn’t worthy of her auburn tresses, she found herself emboldened. With Charles, he brought out a fire from within her in ways she didn’t think was possible. Perhaps he did know a thing or two about sex therapy.

  Her fingers traveled down further, sliding into her wet center, reimagining the stinging slaps as Charles’ hand connected with her bare bottom. Her cheeks instantly suffused with heat and her nipples hardened beneath her sheer bra. Just as she let out a pleasurable sigh and sunk down on the couch and into her own touch, the doorbell rang. She bolted upright, hand still between her legs and heart racing. Could it be Charles? Glancing down at her watch, she noted that it was nearing dinner time. It was probably some Jehovah’s witness, but if it was Charles and she didn’t answer, she’d kick herself for it later.

  Scarlett stood up and breathed out, gaining her composure before heading towards the door. Annoyance washed over her like a tidal wave. It was Frank once again, only this time he had outdone himself. He had a whole takeout meal from her favorite restaurant and a dozen white roses in hand. Scarlett was fairly sure she’d told him that it was completely over between the two of them the other day and yet there he was. Smiling like a schoolboy and waiting to be asked in, he arched a brow at her and winked. Once upon a time, a wink from Frank would have sent her over the moon, now it only reminded her of Charles and how much she wished it had been him at the door instead.

  “Frank, what the hell are you doing here? You need to leave….”

  Scarlett’s voice trailed off suddenly as another vehicle pulled up in her driveway; a rather familiar one with ultra-tinted windows. Frank turned to look at what had her frozen stock still just as Charles slid out of his car looking every inch the movie star. He looked unbelievably amazing; drool worthy even, in his black leather jacket, tight white V-neck t-shirt and a snug pair of blue jeans that showed off his long muscular legs and then some. His hair was a perfect mess as though he’d kind of just woken up, just the way she liked it, and his eyes met hers instantly. There was a cheeky smile on his face, a dimple she hadn’t noticed before forming playfully in his left cheek. It wasn’t a coincidence that he was there. Charles had already crossed boundaries in their sex life; what was stopping him from crossing a few more in her personal life? She should have been furious, but instead, she found herself trying to quell the laughter that was bubbling up from inside.

  “Charles!” She exclaimed with a tight smile, noting the confused look on Frank’s face.

  Trying to read the situation carefully, she watched Charles for cues, but he was a blank page. With no help thrown her way, she watched helplessly as he bounded up the front steps, looking like a deliciously cold treat she wanted to lick up and down on a hot summers day. Generally, Scarlett knew that Charles could maintain his calm. It was one of the first things she had noticed about him. Outside of the bedroom, he was like a monk. However, with these two men together after the way Charles had reacted to Frank stopping in at her offices unannounced, she couldn’t predict anything anymore.

  “Hi, sweetheart,” He said brightly, taking a step up next to her and giving her a light kiss on the lips.

  Scarlett’s eyes went wide as he stepped passed her into the house, tapping her ass on the way in, a silent reminder of the other day. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but she was sure as hell going to milk the attention for all it was worth. Maybe this would finally be her ultimate fuck you to Frank.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  “I hope I’m not too early. I just couldn’t wait to see you.” Charles murmured as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her hard against his chest.

  The look on Frank’s face was priceless. He was inflamed, irritated, shocked and at a loss for words, all at once. If nothing else, the night was going to be entertaining.

  “Well, this is a little awkward, but Frank stopped by to bring me flowers and food, I guess?” Scarlett said, searching Frank’s eyes for a motive and watching him come up empty. She folded her arms over Charles’, enjoying the warmth of his touch. She could get used to this.

  “So, this is the guy you said you’ve been seeing?” Frank asked as if completely offended. He pointed his finger awkwardly out from under the bouquet and waved it at Charles. “He doesn’t look like your type - at all.”

  A sudden flash of heat warmed her skin as she eyed Frank angrily. Scarlett shook her head at his childishness. Frank hadn’t changed one bit. He was still a self-serving, rotten son of a bitch who only thought of himself and no one else. She wanted to look at Charles but was afraid of what would be written on his face. More than anything, she was embarrassed that she’d ever been involved with a man like Frank in the first place. She really didn’t know what to say at that point.

  “I see that the two of you have some things you need to talk about,” Charles said in a steady and cheerful voice, his breath ruffling the hair at the top of Scarlett’s head. “Let’s just come inside, and I can get started on dinner while the two of you sit. And maybe I can help. I am a doctor.”

  Scarlett had to swallow the mirth that bubbled up into her throat at the complete rage that crossed Frank’s face. She spun In Charles’ arms and looked up at him flashing him the biggest, brightest smile ever to grace her face. Charles gave Frank a wink that almost had Scarlett in stitches. She was going to have to thank him for this later. She was ready to thank Charles over and over again until he couldn’t walk.

  Words were left to the wayside as they went into the house, and Charles emptied a bag of fresh ingredients onto the kitchen counter. They looked a hell of a lot better than take-out, and she couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps Charles had planned to treat her to a dinner. What a coincidence if that were the case. She led Frank through the house, allowing him to set the roses and food down in the kitchen on the way. They sat on the couch with one another, and Scarlett attempted to be polite but keep her distance. She wasn’t in the mood for Frank to try anything.

  “What the hell do you even see in that guy?” Frank burst out, not wasting any time. If anything, Frank’s worry over the other man in the house just solidified her need to be done with him for good. “He looks like he surfs for fun.”

  Scarlett threw her hands up in the air in frustration and confusion. “Frank, I do not see why who I choose to date should be any of your business, but if you must know, the fact that he is not like you is precisely the reason I’m with him!”

  “He’s wearing a fucking V-neck!” Frank spat back.

  “Damn right he is,” She shouted, balling her fists at her side. “With a chest like that, who wouldn’t?!”

  Frank’s face soured. “Just what are you implying, Scar?”

  “Stop calling me that!” She hissed. “Put that damn pet name in the grave, Frank. You know, cheating once is one thing; I could have maybe forgiven you with therapy. Frank, you spent most of our marriage in the arms of other women; one being entirely consistent. You were married to your fucking secretary more than you were to me.
That’s just not acceptable, and if you think for a second I’m going to take you back like some weak woman with no backbone because your slut dumped you, you’re dreaming. In technicolor.”

  There was the fire she had been missing! Gingers all over the world were silently rejoicing. When she’d first walked in on Frank in the throws of passion with her, Scarlett had broken down and shut down, choosing silence over anger. This was the first time she was sticking up for herself to Frank’s face, and it felt damn good.

  “It wasn’t because I didn’t love you, Scar - Scarlett. I absolutely still do love you.” Frank whispered. “It was because I was immature and thinking with something other than my head or heart.”

  “You’re 35, Frank. When do you suppose you’ll mature then?” Scarlett quipped.

  “I’m ready now. I’m ready to be in a committed relationship and everything that comes with it. I want to try and work through this. I want you back, Scarlett.” Frank begged and pleaded.

  A small tear slid unevenly down Frank’s cheek. Scarlett should have felt something, but she didn’t feel anything for him. She wasn’t sorry; she wasn’t sad. There was nothing there. Not anymore.

  “Excuse me, I hate to chime in here, but I couldn’t help overhearing you saying you were ready to be in a committed relationship,” Charles walked into the room, a dish towel between his hands and the smell of steaming vegetables wafting behind him from the kitchen. “I just wonder if I could put in my two cents, you know, as a professional.”

  Frank fixed his dark eyes on Charles like he had lost his mind and then back to Scarlett. She could tell he wanted to prove something to her, so he went with it. “Alright, Doc, what’s your take on this mess? Hopefully, you’ll have something useful to share - from a non-bias perspective, of course.”

  Charles came and sat down with them, smiling that polite way he did when he was in his office. “It’s my job to be entirely unbiased and professional, I assure you.”