Depending on what the doctor’s plans were for Shauna, Ivan thought he might like to take her out. He remembered seeing her before, the night of the celebration, and had never imagined seeing her again. He thought that this was a sign, fate, telling him to consider her, consider that he may have another chance. He would, of course, never make a move without Edmund’s permission; that was strictly forbidden.
Still…he thought, as he played with his erection for a few moments, then abandoned himself into sensation and brought himself to climax, she was something truly special.
***
When Shauna woke the next morning, she didn’t know where she was. She opened her eyes in darkness and reached automatically for her phone at the side of the bed. It was there, and she clicked it on; it was 8am. She flashed the phone around the room, lighting it with the glow of her display. She could see the dark curtains were what was making the room so dark; cracks of sunshine poked through the tops and sides.
She stood and walked to the closest window and opened it; the room flooded with morning light, and Shauna relaxed. The night before returned to her mind; she knew she had been tired, but she didn’t know she was so tired she’d gone to bed without any memory of it. She hoped she’d ended up in the right room.
She looked around the room and her eyes zeroed in on her clothes, folded on the chair. Someone was in here with me, she thought. She never folded her clothes unless it was laundry day. She wondered if the nice man who had greeted her at the door had helped her to bed… she couldn’t remember his name… or if she had been guided by the doctor. She hoped not, since she didn’t remember anything about the doctor and would probably have done something embarrassing.
She dressed and opened her door. A card was taped to the outside of her door inviting her downstairs (go down two flights at the end of the hall, then take a left back into the living room) for coffee and a light breakfast. It was signed Dr. Edmund Flyone. She closed her door behind her and walked down the hall to the stairs. She found the living room easily, and was happy to see a cart in the center of the room with coffee and toast, bacon and sausage, and a pitcher of orange juice. She helped herself to some food and sat on the same couch she’d sat the night before.
A few moments later, a door in the back of the living room opened, and a man stepped through.
“Hello, Shauna, how is your breakfast?” the man asked.
“It’s so good. This bacon is amazing.” Shauna thought the man looked familiar, but he didn’t ring a bell from the night before. “Have I met you?”
“Shauna, I’m Dr. Flyone.”
Shauna’s eyes widened and she stood, moving her plate to her left hand and wiping her right hand on her jeans. “Holy shit,” she said. “Sorry! Hi, I mean, hello.” She reached out her hand to shake the already extended hand of Dr. Flyone.
“It’s all right, Shauna. Please, sit, eat your breakfast. I may have a cup of coffee, if that’s okay with you.”
Shauna nodded, grateful for someone to keep her company.
“While you’re eating, I’ll tell you a little about the services I offer, is that okay?”
She nodded again and sat back, wondering if she should be taking notes on what he was saying, but she only had her phone and she didn’t want to look like she was texting or being disrespectful.
“I know a bit about your situation. Some of it you’ve told me, some was on the news, and some I’ve learned from my own research. I never offer to work with anyone I don’t think I can help. I don’t promise to fix everything, but I know that I can at least bring you forward a bit. How does that sound?”
Shauna looked up at the doctor and nearly cried; he had a gentle, warm look on his face, and he looked almost like a grandfather. She trusted him immediately, and felt some walls inside of her crumbling down. It was an actual physical sensation and her stomach turned with the food in it. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
“That sounds wonderful,” her voice cracking. “Thank you.”
“The work you do will be hard, but you will not do it alone. Ivan, whom you met last night, is a very trusted employee of mine. He actually began some work with you last night. What I will do for you is to help you control the feelings you’re having; the rushes of heat, the prickliness in your fingers and toes…” Shauna perked up when he said this. She hadn’t mentioned that to anyone, not even her doctor at home. “…the fluttering of your heart rate that can be uncomfortable sometimes and scary at others. All of that can be managed and controlled.”
“Can you fix it?” she asked.
“All of it can be managed and controlled,” he repeated. “And, in time, you will come to use those sensations to your advantage and will, though it’s hard to believe now, find them pleasurable.”
Shauna arched her eyebrows but said nothing. The idea that the things that were happening to her could be considered pleasurable ever was absolutely ludicrous.
“Ivan was really nice,” she said instead. “He gave me dinner and I think he helped me to bed.”
“He did,” Dr. Flyone said. “And he complimented you as well. He said that you ate your dinner and fell asleep on the couch. He escorted you to bed. You will see him often over the time you’re here. We’ll start with one week and go from there. Do you have people you need to contact at home? A boss or anyone?”
“I lost my job when all of this happened. And I don’t have any family.”
“We can get you a job here, or you can help out around the house and grounds. Don’t worry about it, is what I’m telling you, if you were.”
While the doctor was talking, Shauna watched his eyes and face. He was, like Ivan, an extremely attractive man. What was it with the guys up here? They were all absolutely gorgeous and built like linebackers, black hair, dark skin, eyes the color of gun flint.
Dr. Flyone had a unique energy about him. Shauna trusted him immediately, though she didn’t know why, and felt at her gut level that she should listen to what he told her to do. She found herself leaning toward him and wanting to put her hand on his knee. It was close enough to her that she could easily reach out and place her palm on his thigh. She wondered if it was warm; she had the sense that he radiated heat, though she couldn’t feel it over her own rising temperature.
“How does that sound, Shauna?”
She hadn’t heard a word, but she nodded agreement and Dr. Flyone stood.
“Good, then we’ll get started with our first session this evening. Why don’t you spend today walking around the house and the grounds. Any door that is unlocked is a room that’s open to you. The grounds are fenced in, so you can wander anywhere you like.” He extended his hand to shake Shauna’s, and, as their hands touched, the heat from Dr. Flyone’s hand went straight to Shauna’s pussy, which she noticed had been getting wet as they had been talking.
Get a grip, Shauna, she thought. He’s your fucking doctor.
She had a feeling, though, that she and the doctor would be spending some intimate time together. She couldn’t have put any logic or reasoning to it, but she was hopeful. He was beautiful, sure, but the larger attraction was his energy, that heat that pressed into her body and went straight for her business. That heat, that energy… she wanted more of that.
***
Ivan showered and dressed, wearing simple black dress pants and a white linen dress shirt. If he was a normal man, walking outside in a shirt that light would have frozen him solid. There were advantages to having a higher core body temperature, and being able to wear clothes that showed his muscles, that showed a hint of his skin, was definitely one of them.
He walked to the kitchen to get dinner for Shauna. He had seen her at various points throughout the day, though he hadn’t spoken to her. He watched her explore the house, watched her say hello to the cook and the housekeeper and then wander outside and visit for a few moments with the gardener. He tracked her scent all over the house and took deep breaths, working to control his own energy as it mingled with hers.
“Hello, Ms. Jenest,” he said, smiling genuinely. She looked as beautiful as she had the night before, and the addition of being well-rested had given her skin a glow.
“I thought I told you to call me Shauna,” she scolded with a smile. “Thank you for dinner.”
“I believe you met Ms. Munk, our cook, earlier today? She prepares an excellent meal.”
“I did meet her. I’m glad to see you again. I wanted to thank you for taking care of me last night.” Shauna flushed with embarrassment. “You know, with tucking me in and stuff.”
“That’s my job,” Ivan said. “And Dr. Flyone has trained me to do my job professionally and perfectly. Did you get a good night’s sleep?”
“I slept like the dead,” Shauna joked. “For real.”
“Would you like a glass of wine? The doctor will be working with you later tonight, but you could have a bit now if you like.”
“Definitely,” Shauna said. “I think a glass of wine would probably actually help me.”
Ivan nodded, smiled, and stood. As he walked, he felt her eyes on his body, his ass, and he sensed the shift in her energy as she appreciated him. Her heat began to rise; he felt that, too.
He poured two glasses of red and brought one to her. They drank and talked, and Ivan found himself relaxing around Shauna. He knew it was his job to get her prepared for the doctor, to show him what she was capable of. He knew that the doctor was likely watching them right now.
“I heard a little bit about what happened to you. I remember that night well. You didn’t know that you were here on a special night, a night of celebration for a small amount of the population of Grand Marais, but that’s why the night stands out for me. Not that I think I could have forgotten someone as beautiful as you.” Ivan turned to face his body toward Shauna’s and bored into her eyes with his own. What he saw there was a level of abandon that encouraged him; he knew that Shauna would demure a bit, but ultimately she would give in to him. She needed an outlet for the energy within her, and she knew it.
He set his glass of wine on the coffee table and took hers from her. He grabbed both of her hands; she let him. He lifted her hands to his mouth and set his lips to them, looking into her eyes. She looked back at him and did not pull away, though he did sense a ripple in her energy. He would have to ask the doctor about that; he was, after all, still learning.
Ivan leaned in, watching Shauna’s body language for any signs that she would pull away; there were none. He kissed her softly and felt her kiss him back. Her lips were full, soft, and, of course, warm. He parted her lips with his and allowed the tip of his tongue to slip into her mouth. She opened her lips wider and began to kiss him more passionately. He sensed any remaining reservations within her melt away as the energy, the truth, began to overtake her. It was his job to serve as a target for her tension; he hoped the doctor would be pleased.
He pressed into her and she laid back on the couch, sliding under him. He brought his hips to hers and pressed his cock against her; it was hard and hot, needing to escape from his pants sooner rather than later. He straddled her and lifted her shirt. Her breasts were flushed with the wine and heat, and he reached behind her as she arched her back to unhook her bra. Her breasts freed, he grabbed them in both hands and buried his face into her. He groaned; they were firm, perfect, and hot. Her nipples were erect against round, pink areolas, and he sucked first one, then the other, and he felt her moan and squirm under him. He put his hand between her thighs and, even through her jeans, could feel the wetness there.
“Ivan,” she breathed, and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his broad, chiseled chest. He worked out, of course, but since his transformation he hadn’t needed to do much more than simply exist. His body heat burned calories, and his night activities kept him strong. He smiled as her eyes took him in, and he ran a hand through her thick hair.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
She undid her jeans and pulled them off, revealing her panties above thick thighs that he wanted to have over his shoulders right then. He kissed her belly and the line where her panties ran over her hip. He grabbed the elastic fabric, pulled it away from her skin for a moment, then let it snap back into place. She liked that, and he did it again, and a third time, before pulling her panties down and off. He stood to remove his jeans, and he watched Shauna’s eyes as he allowed his cock freedom from his clothing. She licked her lips, and he smiled. The doctor would be happy; things were going exactly as they were supposed to.
He produced a condom from him pocket and handed it to her; she expertly unrolled it over his cock, smiling, trailing her nails up his shaft and over his balls. He groaned with pleasure at her touch, and he grabbed one of her legs and straightened it, holding it in the air over his shoulder. He smiled at her flexibility.
“You’re bendy,” he said to her.
“I do a lot of yoga,” she replied.
And he took that opportunity to enter her, driving his cock into her wet pussy in one thrust. She gasped and lifted her hips to meet him, then they began to thrust together. He had a grip on her shin with one hand; with his other, he held her hand and they pressed into one another with an intense energy that took him a little by surprise. He needed to keep his head, here; he was very turned on and could go at any time. The doctor would need to collect data and was more interested in her reactions, obviously, than Ivan’s. Ivan didn’t want to disappoint; this was another opportunity to show the doctor how much Ivan had learned about restraint.
He pulled out and took a breath, then leaned back, pulling Shauna on top of him. They changed roles quickly, and Shauna took the lead willingly. She rubbed herself against him and Ivan smiled happily. He could tell from the look on her face that her clit was getting direct attention as she grounded up and down, and her speed was quickening along with her breath. The heat from her body was explosive; any normal man would have probably felt his cock burning by now, but Ivan could handle the heat. In fact, he welcomed it.
“Come, Shauna,” Ivan breathed. “Gather that energy, that heat, and release it. Release it onto me.”
As if all she had been waiting for was permission, Shauna cried out as a surge of wetness poured down Ivan’s shaft. He stayed still for the most part, only thrusting in response to her, as he watched waves of her orgasm move through her body. Tears squeezed out of the corners of her eyes with the intensity of it, and, when she finished, she laid on his chest, her sweat mingling with his, and she breathed heavily.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
He patted her back, her hair, and put his strong arms around her.
“Did you come?” she asked anxiously.
“Tonight was not for me,” he responded immediately. “Tonight was for you, for your healing.”
He felt Shauna relax against him and soon, she slept. He moved gently out from under her and went to clean himself up. He returned, took her to bed and repeated the events of the night before, then went to Dr. Flyone’s office where he knew the doctor would be waiting for him. Hopefully, he would not be disappointed with what he had witnessed.
He knocked softly on Dr. Flyone’s door and waited for permission to enter. To his surprise, Dr. Flyone answered the door personally. Ivan found himself face to face with the doctor, who was smiling.
“Well done, Ivan!” The doctor clapped him on the shoulder and pulled him into the room, closing the door. “Before we talk about the girl, well done! Can you imagine being able to do that five years ago? Even one year ago?”
Ivan flushed. He lived to please Dr. Flyone, and it was obvious that he had done a good job tonight with Shauna.
“It’s because you’re a superior teacher,” Ivan said, dropping his eyes to the floor in submission.
/> “I am that,” Dr. Flyone agreed, “but you are a receptive student, eager to learn and fast to pick up lessons. I was right to put my trust in you.”
Ivan smiled, still gazing at the floor.
“Go take care of yourself, Ivan. I’ll go get Shauna and do my work with her. You and I will talk again tomorrow. Fine job tonight, young man.”
***
Shauna woke in the same bed she’d slept in the night before, but she knew it was still night. The curtains were open to reveal a clear, starry night sky. Shauna’s body felt calm for the first time in more than six months. She thought about Ivan and his hands on her. How he had been even hotter than her, how she had given up on that being possible.
She rolled over and put her hand between her legs. She was still wet and slightly tingling from her time with Ivan. She pressed her thumb against her clit, the pressure reawakening her energy, and she sighed with pleasure.
She heard a knock at her door and it opened.
“Shauna,” the doctor called. “May I enter?”
“Yes, Dr. Flyone, please come in.” Shauna sat up in bed with the bedspread held to her chest. She grabbed her hair into a ponytail and pulled it over one shoulder.
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