by Sadie Grubor
We ate quietly at the breakfast bar and then headed back up to her room to go through her clothes. She was in the middle of trying on her third uniform when Dr. Bishop appeared. Twirling in a pleated skirt that was way too short for her, I couldn't help but laugh.
"I'd say you've definitely grown over the summer." I giggled.
"I have to agree."
Victoria and I both turned our heads toward her door, surprised to see Dr. Bishop leaning against the doorframe.
"We are going to buy new school clothes tomorrow." Victoria beamed.
"That sounds fun." He smiled at her.
"I can't wait," she exclaimed and ran into her bathroom to change remove the too small uniform.
I shook my head and watched her disappear behind the door. The intensity of him fell upon me. My body could feel every breath and movement from him without one glance. I knew he was standing behind me before he spoke.
"You've been busy today." The coolness of his voice was in drastic conflict to the heat radiating within me.
"A little," I managed to squeak out from the floor.
After exhaling a deep breath, I continued to fold the clothes piled around me. Victoria emerged from her bathroom in another uniform and tossed her skirt at me.
"Hey," I laughed at her. "How about handing it to me next time?"
"Sorry," she smiled sweetly at me. "Hey look, these are too short." She pointed to her ankles.
I raised one eyebrow at her and then used my pointer finger to motion her toward me. She walked over and I examined her waist, which was pulled up way too high. I laughed and adjusted her pants.
"I think these will be okay for a couple of months." I tapped her butt gently. "But I definitely give you mad props for the attempt." I winked at her.
Victoria gave me a sly smile before running back into the bathroom. I folded the skirt.
"Can I ask about how things went?" I slowly placed the skirt onto a pile.
"You can." Without looking, I could hear the smirk that would be on his face right now.
"Well, um –"
"She still has to visit with Grace."
"What?" I finally turned and looked up at him.
"It will be supervised visitations; however, since she is her mother they are giving her this last chance." He cleared his throat. "It didn't help when I stormed over there and removed her from Grace's home without contacting my lawyer or hers before doing so."
My eyes narrowed at him.
"When does she have to go?"
"I will be driving her to Grace's on Saturday. The court appointed chaperone will arrive when I do and will stay until I pick her up." His emerald stones had once again captured my eyes, and he wasn't releasing them. Victoria appeared and broke the trance.
"So, how much bigger did I get?" She handed over the pair of pants she had been wearing a few moments ago.
I turned back to her.
"Um, it seems like you grew a lot." I forced a smile.
"Victoria, I need to have a word with you." Dr. Bishop moved away from me as he spoke. I heard the sigh of her mattress as he sat down on it. "Come."
Victoria obeyed her father and sat next to him on the bed.
I couldn't stand it. Grabbing the pile of clothes that still fit her, I stood from the floor. In her closet I hung them back up. As I was placing each garment on a hanger, I could hear the conversation.
Dr. Bishop told the judge's decision to Victoria. She argued that it wasn't fair and that she didn't want to go. He tried to explain the details of the chaperone and not spending the night with her, and then finally I heard the quick stomps of her feet before her bathroom door slammed shut. Dropping my head against the wall in her closet I sighed heavily.
"She's not happy with me."
He startled me and my body went rigid.
"I heard." I bit my lip.
The intensity started to build. I think we both realized at the same moment that I would have nowhere to run to. "I should check on her." My words came out quickly as I brushed by him.
I knocked lightly on her bathroom door.
"Victoria?" I could hear her sniffling. "Can I come in?"
"No," she sniffed.
"Please?" I placed my palm against the door.
"No," she sniffed again.
"Okay," I resigned. "I'm gonna go make some cookies, so when you feel like coming out, I will be in the kitchen." I waited for a few moments, but she didn't say a word. I left her room and went down to prepare for baking.
I combined ingredients, mixed and stirred, as well as spooned the cookie dough onto ungreased cookie sheets. She never showed up. When I finished baking all the cookies, I poured a glass of milk and put some cookies on a plate before going back to her room.
Victoria's bedroom door was still open, so I walked right in. My first glance was to the bathroom door, which was now open. Then my eyes landed on the bed and I stopped mid-stride. Dr. Bishop had his back resting against the headboard while Victoria's sleeping body clung to him. His head was lolled back and his eyes were closed.
Was I dreaming, or is Dr. Bishop actually behaving as a father would to his daughter? The warmth in the moment I just witnessed would forever weaken his icy cold persona. I quietly turned around and padded back out of her room.
It was about two hours later when Victoria burst into my bedroom. I was sitting at my desk with my laptop working on my book and glanced up when she came in.
"Hey you, are you feeling better?" I closed my laptop and sat back in my chair.
She shrugged.
"A little."
"Well, that's better than not at all." I winked at her and stood up, "So, how about some cookies?"
"Before dinner?" There was a gleam in her eye.
"Yep, before dinner," I smiled and we headed to the kitchen. The rest of the evening went smoothly and Victoria didn't mention Grace again that night.
Dr. Bishop disappeared into his office while Victoria and I went about our evening activities. It wasn't until Victoria was sound asleep, after a movie, he reappeared.
"Ms. Ashwood."
I just closed Victoria's door and spun at the sound of his voice.
"Quit doing that." I scolded in a whisper.
"Doing what?" His one eyebrow arched.
"Appearing out of nowhere" I breathed.
He half grinned.
"Good night Dr. Bishop." I turned and walked to my room.
I expected him to say something, but he never did. Once in my room, I took a deep breath and grabbed a pair of cotton shorts and t-shirt before heading to the shower.
The steamy water felt amazing rolling over my bare skin, loosening up some of the tension in my back. My mind went to work with processing Dr. Bishop's persistence and the irrational idea we should be more than employee and employer. The moment the water started to cool I shut off the valve and stepped out of the shower.
I towel dried my body and hair before I lathered my body in my 'lavender relaxation' lotion. Since I was only climbing into bed I decided that underwear and bra weren't necessary, I slipped on the shorts and t-shirt.
The conditioner I had used in the shower made my hair easier to brush through before I braided it down my back. I brushed my teeth and with a final look in the mirror headed to my bed. Flicking off the bathroom light, motion around my bed caught my attention and I froze.
"Sophia." Dr. Bishop's voice was as intense and cool as always.
How is it possible for such a cool tone to make fire rip throughout my body? And, why, oh why did I forgo the bra and underwear? The lump in my throat made it impossible for me to respond.
"Uh…"
I heard a light chuckle from him.
"I told you, sleeping without you the night before was not pleasant for me. Not now that I know what it's like to sleep next to you."
His words sent heated waves of embarrassment coursing through me. I thanked God that the lights were out and he probably couldn't see the affect he was having on me.
> "Oh."
As soon as I managed to squeak out the ridiculous reply, I wanted to smack my palm to my face. Before he could say anything else, I slowly approached the bed and slipped under the covers, keeping close to the edge. When my head hit my pillow his arm slinked around my waist and pulled me toward the middle of the bed.
"We don't want you to fall off of the bed."
There was no way he couldn't hear my breathing hitch from his closeness.
"Dr. Bishop –"
"Ms. Ashwood?" he rebutted.
"I…I just…I think this is a really bad idea." My words came out breathier than I intended and my bottom lip was going to be paying tomorrow for the amount of action my teeth were giving it.
"And why is that?" His ever present cool and level tone was used.
"You know exactly why." I snapped.
"Sophia, we've been over this. There is no way I could stay away from you, especially not now." His hand cupped my neck and his thumb traced my jaw.
"Then perhaps I should move forward with my resignation before –"
The shadow of him covered me just before his lips collided with mine. This time there was a ferocity that hadn't been in the previous kisses. This time he was going to consume me.
"Denied," He mumbled against my lips before pressing his mouth to mine once more.
My tongue immediately sought out his mouth, grazing his bottom lip. He opened unabashedly to me and sucked my tongue in before I even had a chance to slip inside. His teeth lightly grazed my tongue and his left hand ran up and down my side.
During his third rotation with his left hand, his thumb passed over my nipple. I knew they were already hardened and his touch was just going to over sensitize my flesh. That's exactly what happened.
I moaned into his mouth and grabbed onto his shoulders. My reaction set off a chain of events. He was quick to slip his long fingers under the white cotton covering my torso. The bare skin contact caused goose bumps erupt all over. I moaned once more when he cupped my right breast in his left hand, grazing my hardened peak with his thumb.
A pleasurable groan escaped his mouth when he felt my bare mound and caressed. His mouth moved from my lips and down to my neck. Soon he was pushing my t-shirt up as high as it would go. His mouth first latched to my left breast, teasing the peak with nips and licks, while his left hand massaged the right.
My fingers threaded into his soft hair and, when he pinched my nipple roughly, I tugged hard on his hair. The growl resulting from the tug was unexpected, but it also sent flaming tingles in my thighs. It felt like wildfire.
My mind and body were already drowning in lust filled heat when I felt his feather light touch skim over my side and hip. Fingers curled inside the elastic waistband and a couple of tugs brought them to the middle of my thighs. Forgetting all about my reasons to stop this, I raised my legs slightly, thinking he would slip my shorts all the way off. Instead the weight of his body lessened. I was confused until he returned to me with his clothing removed and his hands on the back of my thighs.
He pressed my thighs close to my chest. His hand ran slowly across my right ass cheek before he slid fingers between my eager and ready folds. I pulled a pillow over my face to muffle the moans. The pillow disappeared as quickly as I placed.
"I want to hear you." He growled, slipping one long finger inside.
"Oh god," I panted, gripping the sheets.
"You feel so good, so ready."
This was a new tone. It was still Dr. Bishop, but filled with want, need, and desire.
"Oh…ah…hah…" He inserted another finger and curled inside me.
"Holy hell," Burst from my mouth when a third finger found the entrance to my ass and submerged. When his thumb grazed my clit I was done.
"Oh…my…ah…hah…uwah..."
"That's it. I can feel you tightening around my fingers, Sophia." His heavy breath washed down over my face.
"Oh God, Dr. Bishop!" My body let go and trembled through the strongest orgasm I've ever known.
I felt empty the moment his fingers withdrew. Before I could complain his swollen tip was at my entrance. My walls still convulsing from the orgasm he had given with his fingers. When he slid his full length into my body a guttural moan left my mouth.
"Fuck," he growled and then stilled. "Better than I imagined."
His voice was so low I didn't know if he intended for me to hear him nor did I care. I was so filled and could already feel the urge to raise my hips into him.
He started to thrust, grunting with each motion. Collin grabbed the material of my shorts and brought his knees on either side of my ass. The thrusts never faltered. His motions increased as he pulled out to his swollen tip and then plunged back into me. My shorts had become his reigns as he rode me until I screamed his name and tore at the sheets.
The tightening of my second overwhelming release sent him into frenzy. He collapsed forward onto his hands, chest pressing against the back of my legs, his thrusts becoming hard and forceful.
"Christ Sophia!" He rumbled as he reached his end.
My fingers ached from the tight grip I had held on the sheets. His chest was rising and falling rapidly against my legs. My legs already felt sore and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow.
As my thigh muscle twitched in objection to the position, Dr. Bishop moved over to my side and pulled me toward him. We both lie there, still gasping for breath.
Moments passed and the voice of regret reared ugly realization into my bliss. During that moment, I felt a tug to my shorts and recognized he was now finishing the removal process. When I didn't move he spoke.
"I don't believe these are necessary."
I could feel both of his hands on my body and knew it was his foot removing them. I shifted to assist his cause, while rational Sophia screamed and kicked me. Feelings of regret and guilt started to settle in and I could feel the shameful groan about to leave my mouth.
The groan became a gasp when Dr. Bishop pulled me closer to his chest and settle in next to my half naked body, his breath against the left side of my face. I knew my mind wouldn't settle down until I voiced my regret, but I didn't know where to begin.
"Good night Sophia." Dr. Bishop's words were soft and gentle. I had to glance over my shoulder to him to make sure it was still the same man.
His emerald eyes were still there along with the conservative look on his face, but this time there was a fire burning behind his expression. It was like looking into a green flame..
"Good night…Dr. Bishop." I whispered.
"Sophia, I think we are beyond that formality at the particular moment. Don't you agree?" The softness wasn't there like before, but the fire in his eyes was threatening to consume both of us. Again.
"Uh…"
His brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed on me. The coldness was back. Oh shit.
"Do you not want…this?" His unsure and apprehensive question caught me by surprise.
His body twitched from the tension rippling through his muscles. My hesitation in responding was clearly not helping the situation.
"I didn't intend on forcing you into something –"
I didn't want him to think for one moment that he had forced me to do anything. While I was still unsure of the situation, I knew I had wanted him and could have sworn he could tell by my reaction to him just moments earlier. I placed one finger over his lips and smiled sympathetically as I pulled them away.
"You didn't force me to do anything." I whispered.
"Yet, you regret it?" His hardened eyes bore into me like icicles.
It was the look and tone that had garnered him the antichrist in the first place. My initial reaction to the way he spoke and glared was to flinch away from him.
"You're pulling away from me." His conservative and collectedly cool nature had returned, as his body started to go slack around me. He closed his eyes with a sigh.
"It's just that…" His eyelids shot open as he searched my face. "I mean, I never�
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"Neither of us intended for this to happen." The factual quality of his voice swirled around my head. "I have fought this for some time; however, there is only so much strength I possess. You are too tempting."
My brow furrowed and I bunched my lips up into the corner of my mouth.
"Would you like me to leave?"
I bit my lip as multiple emotions flitted through my body.
"No," I choked out.
"Good." He shimmied down next to me and curled back up into my side. This time he reached down and grabbed my right thigh, pulling me to face him and securing my right leg over his hip. My breathing hitched at the movement, while his breath warmed the hollow of my neck. "I don't want to leave."
My hand twitched at my side, wanting to trace the lean muscle of his arm. I couldn't help but hesitate. I didn't know what I should do. Part of me felt like I had just sold my soul. I closed my eyes and tried to resolve my feelings, but I knew it would be a futile attempt.
Suddenly, his left hand slid up my thigh, over my hip, and up my back. His fingers splayed over my shoulder blade. He pulled me closer to his body, beckoning me to wrap myself up in him.
"Stop fighting it," he mumbled against my skin.
With those words the damn broke and my hand traced his bicep. My fingers slid over his nicely rounded shoulder and I felt him shiver. He embraced my body snugly and I slipped my right hand over his back, returning his embrace. It felt so natural, so right. When did this happen?
It didn't take long for my body to relax into his and drift off to sleep. All worries of what tomorrow would bring were pushed to the back of my mind.
Without looking at my clock I knew it was early, but that didn't matter to the lips leaving hot kisses across my skin and waking me. Pulling my hand from his shoulder, I rubbed my eyes.
"What time –?"
"Early," he mumbled between kisses.
Our position was the way we had fallen asleep. I moved to stretch out, but he caught my leg.
