Curing Doctor Vincent (The Good Doctor Trilogy Book 1)

by Mason, Renea

  “Who do you belong to?”

  Before I could think better of it. “You, my king.”

  “That’s right. Never forget it.”

  My heavy breaths brought me back to my senses.

  The doctor released my hair and I rested my head on the wooden frame, trying to catch my breath.

  “Very good, my queen.”

  Marco removed the staff from my body and presented it to the doctor.

  He lowered the glass end to eye level so that I could see and smell my sex coating it. “God, what I wouldn’t give to bury my head between your legs. Just smelling you makes me want to come. Do you know how many pheromones are released when a woman comes?” He licked the side of the scepter, tasting me, and I almost came again.

  “The town’s men passed the scepter from man to man, smelling the queen’s sex, spurring them to arousal. The king then watched as each of the town’s men lined up to fuck his wife. Just like I’m going to let Marco and Sebastian fuck you. Would you like that my queen? Do you want their cocks inside you?”

  I really wanted the doctor, but this was the only way. “Yes. But only because I can’t have you, my king.”

  He pulled tight on my hair. “You don’t play fair do you?”

  “Why start now?”

  “Marco…” The doctor issued his command.

  Marco didn’t need to hear anything else. He buried himself in me in one thrust.

  The word ‘fuck’ echoed off the walls, as it fell from both our lips.

  The doctor remained kneeling at eye level watching my face, while his hand stroked his cock. “Some argue this ritual was a way to help strengthen the royal family with some genetic diversity. And remember how I said they believed all healing came from women. It wasn’t unusual for the town’s men to suckle the queen when she lactated, hoping to cure their ailments. Her milk was caught in a bowl and offered to the gods. Sebastian, on your knees. Suck her nipples.”

  It was hard to focus on his history lesson while listening to Marco moan every time he slid into me.

  “Think about what’s happening. You’ve reduced three men to their most primal elements. You are being possessed. You are mine, but never think that all we give isn’t for you.” He paused.

  All I managed were gasps between each thrust.

  “Harder Marco. Make it rain,” the doctor demanded.

  Marco increased speed and changed the angle of his thrusts.

  I maintained eye contact with the doctor, who was only inches away. I moaned and panted with each stroke of Marco’s cock.

  Sebastian’s hot wet mouth teased and sucked my nipples until they ached.

  I couldn’t hold back. The tightening in my stomach led to a rush that filled my head as I came harder than I ever had.

  Marco groaned, “Fuck…you’re so fucking tight,” but continued to work me until I relaxed.

  Deep breaths brought me down from my high, but Marco didn’t stop.

  The doctor leaned in closer. “Oh love, that was beautiful. You know each orgasm just makes you hungrier for the next. Women are designed to be fucked, over and over again. Yet, there are few men who can come more than once without recovery. Your body knows what it wants. One man will never satisfy your greedy pussy.”

  Marco rammed into me hard.

  I gasped.

  “These ancient people, who made the Rainmaker, knew your ultimate design. They also understood the driving desire for possession. This ritual was about the king’s sacrifice and the queen’s gift. Only with the king’s permission was any of it possible. You understand that you are mine, right?”

  It was part of the role-play, but I wanted the words to be true. “Yes.”

  “Good Queen. You please your king,” he breathed, his mouth so close to my lips while his other hand slid up and down his cock.

  Marco grunted and said, “Do you know I’ve dreamed of this ever since I first laid eyes on you? I knew X had good taste but never imagined… Since last night when I buried my head between your legs, this is all I’ve been able to think about.” Another hard thrust and his large cock left me deliciously full.

  I bit my lip.

  The doctor shifted. “Tell me how he feels inside you.”

  Marco pushed and held, stretching my depths. A groan echoed through the room.

  I tensed my muscles and squeezed him.

  He slapped my ass and bellowed, “Damn, woman. You just bear-hugged my cock with your beautiful little cunt.”

  “He’s large, Doctor. I feel very full.”

  “Do you want him to fuck you harder?”

  “Yes… Please…”

  Sebastian pinched one nipple between his thumb and forefinger and teased the other with his tongue.

  It was hard to focus on one sensation over another, but Marco didn’t disappoint. He fucked me hard, using my ass as a counter balance. He grasped my cheeks as he slammed his pelvis into mine.

  The doctor fisted his own cock lubricating his motions with the pre-cum evident on the tip. I wanted so badly to touch him. To stroke him. To make him come.

  Small grunts left my lips every time Marco slammed into me.

  “Can the queen make a request of her king?”

  His hand grew tighter around his cock. “What do you ask?’

  “I know the rules. You won’t touch me. I obviously can’t touch you. But will you come for me?”

  “What?” His hand stilled.

  “I want to taste you.”

  He stared at me as though I had asked him to dance like a chicken or something ridiculous.

  “What’s the matter Doctor? I thought we were lovers. Climax is part of lovemaking. If you can’t share your body with me, let me at least have your orgasm.”

  Marco growled. “God, that is so fucking hot. Do it, X. Come on her face.” A sharp deep thrust. “Fuck. You’re going to make me come just thinking about it.”

  Marco’s enthusiasm and anticipation brought me to the precipice. My muscles clamped down on Marco. Tremor after tremor squeezed and urged him. With a final growl he filled me—hot and wet. Another gush streamed down my leg, a mixture of our desires.

  “Goddamn, woman you could kill a man.” Marco sighed, and thrust a few more times. “Ummmm… I might have to fight you for her, X.”

  “She’s mine.” His eyes were dark with lust.

  “I know. But can’t we keep her? Damn.” Marco pulled out, and moved to the front of the Rainmaker. He stood watching the power play between the doctor and me unfold. His beautiful body and his glistening, spent cock were visible, adding to my enjoyment.

  But my focus was on the doctor. “So Doctor, are you going to play fair?”

  “You don’t.” He stood, gripping his rock hard shaft. “Never… Never has anyone ever made that request.”

  “It’s a shame, because I bet you taste wonderful.”

  He groaned.

  Marco egged him on. “Come on X. Come on her face, in her mouth. If you don’t want her to give you head at least make her swallow. Fuck. I’m getting hard again.” Entranced by our scene, Marco fondled his half-flaccid cock.

  You would think I’d have had enough, but my body was dying to service the doctor.

  “I should make Sebastian fuck your dirty little mouth.” He moved closer until his cock was only an inch from my lips. “How can I deny my queen? Open your mouth.”

  I longed to run my tongue along the ridge of the head of his cock. He was so close, yet so far away.

  “Sebastian, fuck her.” He pumped his fist harder and growled, “As far as you are concerned, that’s me in your pussy. Think of me fucking you.”

  I did as he commanded, nearly salivating from anticipation. It wasn’t that I liked the taste of cum, but the doctor was a delicacy. No matter the flavor, his release would be sweet victory.

  Sebastian needed no urging, he spread my cheeks, giving him even deeper access to my sex. He slid into me and moaned, “God…so fucking hot. Do it, X.” He forced breath from my mouth w
ith each penetration. He fucked me hard, fast and deep.

  The doctor worked his shaft faster, gripping it harder with each stroke.

  I looked up to meet his gaze. “Let me taste you, my king.”

  He jerked. “Oh, Elaine…my queen.”

  I bit my lip and whimpered in anticipation, before opening my mouth to receive his gift.

  The first drop hit my tongue and I braced myself for all of it. Stream after stream of white sprinkled my face, lips and tongue. I came, shuddering from the erotic sight, Sebastian’s rhythm, and the doctor’s trust.

  The doctor bellowed as he pumped his cock harder, milking every drop.

  I swallowed his offering, careful to lick the remnants from my lips.

  “Fuck. That’s… Oh…” Sebastian’s bared the brunt of my orgasm. “Fuck!” he withdrew and shot hot, wet cum onto my ass.

  Still gasping from the euphoria that filled me, I was eye to eye with the doctor. One last boundary to push.

  “My king, may I make one last request?”

  “I don’t know if that’s wise.” His gaze was so intense; it was easy to forget anyone else existed.

  “Kiss me.”

  “What? No.”

  “Why? Surely, you’ve kissed your wife. I can’t touch you. Where is the harm?”

  He said nothing. Still searching my eyes.

  Marco and Sebastian moved to the table, leaving only the doctor and me in the moment.

  He leaned in closer, so slowly his movement was nearly undetectable.

  When he was in reach I placed my lips on his and breathed, “Taste us. Our love making, my king.” His lips began to move with mine giving way to a passionate rhythm. His kiss said everything his words could not. The man was filled with passion, but someone had bound him with invisible restraints. I was determined to set him free.

  As our tongues touched, I was lost. I felt him in my soul. His lips, so smooth and soft, comforted something in me I didn’t understand. It was like in that moment, all that I felt for him, which had evaded me, became clear. I had to save him from himself. Lingering nudges from reluctant lips, signaled the kiss’ finale, but we embraced our unwillingness to break the connection. The truth was I wanted to devour him, but I would have to accept what progress we made.

  His breath was hot and his eyes dark with desire. He breathed against my mouth, “Make no mistake, Elaine, I am a king. Kings command and conquer. They are brutal and uncompromising. You don’t want a king. Face it; you came here expecting a saint.”

  I nipped his upper lip. “I had no expectations.” My tongue slid along his lower lip. “But I pledge my fealty.”

  He pulled back and stared at me. Indecision marked his features. “You don’t know what you are saying.”

  “I’m saying I surrender.”

  His mouth crushed mine. His hands clasped my face. All of the conflict I saw in his eyes poured out in his kiss. Hard and soft. Slow and fast. He communicated more in that kiss than his words could ever say.

  Our lips parted. Heavy breath met heavy breath.

  He held my face and issued his command. “Untie her. She has given more than the gods could have ever asked.”

  He stood and tucked his cock back in his pants, zipped up and turned. Without another word he left.

  Marco worked on the laces that held my feet and Sebastian untied my hands.

  What the…? “Where is he going?” Surely, after that… I sighed.

  “He has a speaking engagement. You’re stuck with Sebastian and me tonight.”

  Son of a bitch. Marco stepped into his pants, pulled them up, and then handed me a towel.

  “Does he always do that?”

  “I don’t think so. I’ve never…participated before. But wow! So fucking hot.”

  I glared at him. “Not that. I mean, does he run when pressured?”

  “Oh that.” He chuckled. “No. X doesn’t run from anything. I think though, he’s never been as frightened as he is with you.”

  “I don’t get it.” I used, and then discarded the towel before repositioning my clothes.

  “Come on. I’ll tell you all about him on our adventure tonight.”

  I smoothed my hands down the back of my dress, making sure it was in place. “What does that entail?” I raised an eyebrow.

  A cell phone beeped and Sebastian reached into his pants pocket.

  Marco laughed. “Well, we promised we’d save the good stuff for X so…I guess we can take you sightseeing. Maybe we need to take you out for some steak. Let’s just say, I haven’t really been rehearsing much. I’ll need some extra stamina for any more festivities like today. Damn.”

  Sebastian placed the phone back in his pocket and sighed. “I’m so sorry, but I’m going to have to take a rain check. Miriam just texted and she isn’t feeling well.” He grasped both of my hands in his and brought them to his lips and kissed one, then the other. “Thank you. X is a lucky man.”

  “It’s no problem. Take care of Miriam.” He gathered his things and left.

  I sighed.

  “Hey, being stuck with me ain’t so bad.”

  I laughed. “That wasn’t what I was sighing about.”

  “I know.” Marco kissed me on the forehead. “Give him some time. He has a lot to process. Let’s get you back so you can freshen up.”

  Chapter Eight

  Engagement

  On the way home, Marco pointed out landmarks and told stories of several drunken escapades that happened at some of the finer watering holes.

  He had once spent weekends playing in piano bars while working his way through college and his dreams of being an international underwear model were squashed by the demand for his IQ.

  He was fascinating, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the doctor. Was he angry? Did I push too far? I understood abuse, but what drove him to his abstinence, even in marriage? The more I thought about it the more I needed answers.

  My captive audience would be a good start.

  “Did you know Lydia?”

  “Yes. Wonderful woman. Beautiful. Very…very worldly. She had an elegance about her, but you always wondered if underneath she wasn’t wearing a leather bustier. Sexy. Mysterious.”

  I ignored the pang of jealousy. I had no claim on the doctor. How would I ever compare with that?

  Marco sighed, “There is something about a confident older woman. I mean that’s why Sebastian married Miriam.”

  “Older? How much older?”

  “Well, X is thirty-four, so that would make Lydia fifty-three.”

  “She was nineteen years older than him?”

  He leaned over to grab a bottle of water and raised it to his lips. “Yes, but she didn’t look a day over thirty. Lucky bastard.”

  “I’ll have to take your word for it.” Something about the story didn’t feel right. I had assumed she was his age. “She was practically old enough to be his mother.”

  Marco leaned in as though he was afraid someone might hear. “You hear all these cases about female teachers seducing young male students and everyone gets up in arms. Lydia waited until he was of age, but they got married soon after X graduated med. school. Since he started university at sixteen he was a married man in his early twenties.”

  “I knew they met in college, but…”

  “He signed up for one of her classes on sexual disorders. That’s how they originally met. They got to know each other, she agreed to ‘treat’ him and that’s when things took a turn for the unconventional.”

  “Isn’t that against the rules? She was his psychiatrist, an established practicing psychiatrist, a specialist in sexual disorders and a professor at the university. How did she get away with that?

  “She didn’t. That’s why they moved to Paris. The university asked her to leave.”

  “I’m really confused now. She was an expert. How did she not help Xavier with his…problem?”

  The silence was deafening, as Marco leaned forward to stare out the window.

  “Wh
at?”

  Marco cleared his throat. “Do you want X’s explanation or do you want my theory? If I share it with you, you need to keep it quiet. Xavier wouldn’t appreciate it.”

  “My lips are sealed.”

  He shifted in his seat and ran his hand through his hair. “I knew Lydia, but not well. Most of what I know is second hand from X. I made the mistake of suggesting once to him that perhaps the reason he never solved his problem was that there was no incentive for her to help. I mean, talk about having your cake and eating it too. Get to have two gorgeous lovers in private and hang on X’s arm in public. He didn’t take too kindly to my opinion and threatened to send me back to the States if I ever spoke ill of his wife again.”

  He had an excellent point. Why would you work to cure someone when it would do nothing but cramp your lifestyle? In her position, she had complete control. I had to know more.

  “Was she vindictive like that?”

  “No, she wasn’t vindictive. But she was controlling and determined. She put her career above everything. And she used it to validate her sexual explorations. I have no proof that she was anything but a devoted wife who made a unique relationship work around her husband’s limitations. And with her death we will never know.”

  “But you suspect something else?”

  He nodded, “And Miriam suspected, too. One night at a party she had a little too much to drink and told me that she abhorred what Lydia was doing to X. She hasn’t spoken of it since, but she saw it too. Speaking of Miriam, you didn’t get to meet Charles, Miriam’s father. He was shady as fuck. There is something strange about all that old French money—Lydia’s family and Miriam’s. Too many secrets.”

  Was it possible she never tried to help him? If so, how could he not see it? Was it the age difference and her expertise that made me suspicious? If there was one thing I’d learned from my father, it’s that if something feels wrong, it usually is.

  ****

  When we returned to the house, a long shower was in order. My muscles hurt from the afternoon’s activities and freshening was necessary. I wondered where the two of us might end up. I would do my best to see if I could persuade them to visit the Louvre.

  The steam from the shower billowed through the doorway. I tied the belt to my luxurious robe and left my oasis, while trying not to think too much on what I had done. Two men. The doctor. I was pulled from my reverie by a knock at the door.