Curing Doctor Vincent (The Good Doctor Trilogy Book 1)

by Mason, Renea

  “What if I hurt you? I couldn’t live with myself.”

  I removed the long strand of pearls from around my neck.

  “I don’t think it’s possible, but for your piece of mind…” I leaned forward and grabbed one arm and tucked it behind his back and then the other. I used the strand of pearls to bind his hands together. “There. Now you can’t get your hands near my throat. But for what you wanted, you won’t be needing them.” I sat in the center of the settee and judged his reaction a moment. Shock laced his features. I then leaned back and bunched my dress around my waist. With a smile on my face, I spread my legs.

  He groaned. “Oh God…”

  “Come closer.”

  He scooted on his knees toward me.

  I grabbed his head in both my hands and kissed him hard.

  He released my mouth on a heavy breath. “But I’ve never…”

  “You’re a doctor. I have faith you know your anatomy.” I spread my legs wider and pressed on his head, guiding him to where I needed him.

  “Elaine… I can’t believe…”

  His five o’clock shadow left a delicious burn on my thighs. With the first stroke of his tongue, I shivered. That was all the encouragement he needed.

  “You’re so wet.” He lapped and licked his way back and forth across my wet flesh, his nose nudging my clit with each upward motion. With every stroke, I grasped the back of the seat and pressed my pelvis harder against him.

  “Oh God… Xavier…”

  He paused long enough to say, “I love hearing you say my name.” When his mouth contacted this time he sucked and released from the very bottom of my slit until his lips closed over my clit.

  “Fuck…so good.”

  He moaned against my skin, causing a soft, tantalizing vibration. I squealed and it spurred him on. His chin rested against my opening and applied pressure every time I moved against his face.

  “Xavier, you’re going to make me come.”

  He buried his face harder against me and focused his tongue’s rapid movement on the very tip of my clit.

  The vision of Xavier Vincent on his knees, hands bound in pearls, with his head buried between my legs with the Paris Opera House as a backdrop would always haunt me, but in this moment it was the sweetest victory.

  He looked up at me, his face glistening, and said, “Come for me,” then immediately returned to his task.

  I squirmed in the seat; the more I moved the harder he pressed against me. I would have never believed he was a novice.

  With the flat of his tongue he rocked his face up and down, touching me everywhere.

  I let go of the seat, grasped his hair and wrapped my legs around him. I came undone.

  “Xavier… So good…don’t stop.” The rush filled my head and my body tensed. He pulled back just in time to capture the gush of desire on his tongue and he devoured it like a starving man.

  Several more passes and he sat up, his eyes black with desire. He scooted between my legs closer to me. His mouth captured mine and drowned me with the taste of honey and musk. While our mouths danced I reached for his fly and scooted closer to the edge of the settee. I slid it down and reached inside.

  He breathed against my mouth, “Oh Elaine…”

  His height placed his cock in perfect alignment with my pussy but I wouldn’t push him that far. I pulled him from his trousers and grasped him in both of my hands.

  He peppered my face with kisses as I stroked his shaft. With every motion he moaned. I smoothed the pre-cum with my thumb and worked on setting a rhythm.

  “Elaine… Oh God…I…”

  With both hands I rocked him, stroking him with my palms. He leaned forward and doing so allowed his cockhead to graze my pussy each time he thrust forward into my hands.

  “Fuck…” He bit his lip and leaned in further, causing the very tip of the head to enter me with each forward movement.

  His mouth captured mine and his kiss was brutal as his hips pumped hard and fast into my fists.

  He cried out, “Oh, Elaine. I’m coming. I’m going to come on your pussy.”

  The words still hung in the rafters after he threw his head back, pumped his cock in syncopated motions into my fists and sprayed his release onto to my sex, mixing it with the remnants of my own.

  With the final thrust, he stilled. His chest heaved with deep breaths. I released him and sat back.

  He stared at me, locking gazes. “How am I going to let you go?”

  I didn’t answer, but watched as he looked down to see his handy work.

  “Untie me.”

  I leaned forward and removed the pearl strand that could have easily broken with a little effort.

  He stretched his fingers, and then pressed on my chest urging me to sit back. His hands pressed open my thighs and he stared. With deliberate slowness he reached out and touched me, sliding his fingers back and forth through the milky white streams. He pulled my hips forward so that I could see what he was doing from my angle.

  “Elaine, do you know how dangerously close I am to falling in love with you?” He gathered the sticky liquid on his fingers and without warning, shoved them into me.

  “Do you know how badly I want to come inside you?”

  I was already hot, but his words, his fingers…damn.

  His fingers worked up and down, teasing my clit and then slamming into me.

  “It’s not perfect, but…” Two fingers slid in and out of me. Watching them disappear inside me was the most erotic sight. “…I’m inside you, Elaine.” He leaned forward and wrapped his arm around me, while maintaining the rhythm with his fingers.

  “Xavier…”

  “Yes. Should I fuck you harder?” he breathed in my ear.

  “Yessss,” I hissed with my head thrown back and eyes closed.

  His hand sped up and several more thrusts were all it took. I quaked in his arms and my body clutched his fingers. He rocked his hand a few more time in and out until my body stilled.

  “My queen?”

  The words were almost impossible to utter through my desire-parched throat. “Yes, my king.”

  With his fingers still inside me, he whispered, “Do you love me?”

  It wasn’t fair of him to ask, but I wouldn’t lie to him.

  “God help me. I do.”

  He removed his hand and wrapped his arms around me and held me in silence for some time.

  Chapter Ten

  Firsts

  Even less made sense now. He was stubborn, but not impossible. On the ride home, he held me against him in the backseat of the limo, but he was eerily quiet and all I could focus on was that I was running out of time. He hadn’t returned my declaration, so I was in this alone. “I have a question. How did you meet Lydia—I know you said she was a professor?”

  “I took a class on sexual dysfunctions, hoping it would give me some insights about why I didn’t remember anything. One day she mentioned vacationing in New Harbor, Maine. It was my home town before moving to Boston with my adopted parents, so I struck up a conversation with her after class.”

  “So, you were her student and she treated your condition?”

  “Yes, but there wasn’t much that could be done. When our relationship turned physical, she suggested our arrangement. I found satisfaction in it so we made it work. One thing led to another and we were married two days after I graduated med. school, but we had been involved since I turned eighteen.”

  “So you started watching her when you were still in school?”

  “For some reason, I don’t black out from masturbation, so it worked for us.” He shifted in his seat.

  My mind whirled. I still couldn’t reconcile how this much older woman, an expert in the field, could supposedly treat his condition without helping him more.

  “So obviously, she didn’t have sex with Marco. He was probably at third grade band camp. So did she pick new partners or stick to the same ones?”

  “One was always the same, Charles—Miriam’s fathe
r.”

  I tried to keep the shock from my face. Marco had said he was ‘shady as fuck.’

  “Their parents had been family friends and he was a professor at the same university. He was her inspiration for studying psychology. He and his wife were divorced and after discussing my case, he agreed to help.”

  “Well, that’s very hospitable of him.” Sarcasm laced every word. “So he was always one of the participants?”

  “Yes, but it all matters little now, they’re both dead.” It was impossible to miss the defeated look that overshadowed his features.

  With a soft pat to his leg to express my sympathy I added, “I’m sorry she wasn’t able to help you.”

  He shot me a glare. His brow furrowed. “What do you mean? She gave me a chance at something.”

  I needed to tread carefully. Failing to see her nobility was my issue and obviously an opinion I alone held. But could I make him see? Did his loyalty make him so blind that he didn’t see the significance of what he had just done?

  “And it wasn’t for a lack of trying. Charles was a memory specialist. He worked with PTSD war veterans trying to manipulate memories to alleviate their symptoms. He tried to help me too. It didn’t work.”

  “I’m sorry. You know what…? Enough of this heavy talk. Tell me what you had planned for tonight and I’ve foiled.”

  He laughed. “Even though I many not have enjoyed your methods, I did enjoy the end result. I have to say I am a little disappointed that my plans didn’t pan out. It was something I think you would have really enjoyed.” He hugged me tighter.

  I smiled. “At least now I can say I saw at least two landmarks after a week in Paris. But what did you have planned?”

  He locked gazes with me. “I wanted to watch Marco and Sebastian fuck you at the same time.”

  It was the perfect opportunity to untie that final string. “Call them.”

  “What?”

  “I only have one more night to ruin you for all other women.” I smiled. “Unless you don’t want to?”

  He stared at me and retrieved his phone. He swiped the screen and touched something. I heard a quiet ring. It was a man’s voice that answered, but it was too faint to make out who it was. Xavier spoke in French to the mystery voice. Never taking his eyes off me. He pressed the button.

  “They are going to meet us at the house.”

  ****

  Pierre stopped in front of the house and the doctor threw open the door. “Come on.” He laced his fingers in mine and pulled me from the car. His brisk pace made me unsteady. He was so excited—like a kid at Christmas. He fumbled with the front door.

  “So you had to speak with them in French so I couldn’t understand you?”

  “Yes.” The smug expression showed through his attempts to hide it.

  The doors opened. He yanked me inside, and then pushed the door closed.

  With the click of the latch, I was pinned against the wall. His mouth demanding entrance to mine again. Passion.

  He stopped for a moment. “If you must know. I called to make sure they were here.” Another kiss. Hot. Rough. The feel of his five o’clock shadow left a delightful burn. “I want to fuck you so bad. You can’t even understand. I ache for you. The taste of you in the theater only made me want you more.”

  I started to speak, but he placed one finger over my mouth. “What I have planned for you is so much better.” He pressed his swollen cock against me.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Upstairs. There is a glass observatory overlooking the gardens. You can see Paris in the distance and it is a cloudless night. The stars are brilliant.”

  Dear God… Could I survive this?

  “I have one condition.” I tugged on his jacket.

  “You can’t make demands. Remember, I’m your king.” He kissed me behind the ear.

  “I could always retire to my quarters.”

  He gasped. “You wouldn’t.”

  “I will if you don’t meet my demand.”

  “Demands. This must be serious. What is it your heart desires?” He reached up and played with a strand of my hair.

  “I want you to keep kissing me through all that’s about to happen. Please.”

  “God, Elaine. I lov—”

  He was interrupted by Marco’s bellow, “Hey, X, we’re up here.”

  Son of a bitch. What had he been about to say?

  He stepped back and looked at me and shouted, “Coming.”

  We climbed the main staircase and strode down the main hall in record time.

  At the end was a spiral staircase that led up to a beautiful glass paned observatory. The lights of Paris twinkled in the distance and the stars winked back, but as I stepped into the room I became keenly aware that I was the prey. My predators—three gorgeous men in tuxedos. Marco and Sebastian stood with their backs to me, hands clasped in front of them. With each slow step, Xavier following behind, my heart raced and I prayed I didn’t start to sweat.

  Marco turned around. He held out his right hand. I walked to him and placed my left hand into his.

  Sebastian turned and grasped the other, smiling a brilliant smile. They each raised my hands to their mouths and placed a soft kiss to the back.

  Xavier placed his hand on my hip. “Let them love you for me. Let them show you all the pleasures I can’t.” He placed a kiss to the back of my neck, then hoisted himself up onto the edge of a black wrought iron table formed of ivy and flowers.

  Sebastian reached behind me and unzipped my dress. They eased it over my shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Marco unlatched my bra and it slipped off with ease.

  Sebastian cupped my breasts while Marco eased my panties down my legs.

  Xavier called out from his seat, “Doesn’t she have the most beautiful breasts?”

  Sebastian cupped one and flicked his thumb over the nipple. “Yes.”

  Marco smoothed his hands over my hips. “Elaine, you are exquisite.”

  I turned to face Xavier, dislodging the men’s roaming hands from my body for a moment. I grabbed each of their hands and walked to the doctor and stepped between his legs. “If you love my breasts, then show me.”

  He stared at me, but didn’t move.

  “Touch me, Xavier.”

  My nipples were hard and my body burned with sexual energy. I released the men’s hands and cupped Xavier’s face. “I don’t know where the line is, but you touched me in the theater. Make love to me, Xavier. Give me all of you.”

  His hand grasped my breast. His eyes turned dark. “Marco…is she wet?”

  Marco slid his fingers between my thighs and through my heat.

  “She’s dripping.”

  The doctor traced slow circles around my nipple—teasing and pinching. I nearly combusted.

  “Sebastian, get on your knees and tease her with your tongue.” He raised a hand. “But don’t give her what she wants until I tell you. Marco, prepare her.”

  Sebastian wasted no time. He dropped to the ground, placed his hands on the inside of my thighs and coaxed my legs apart. With the first touch of his tongue, I shivered.

  Marco’s long finger slid into me, and the feel of all three men touching me made my legs weak.

  Xavier lifted my breast and closed his lips around my nipple and sucked.

  God. So good. So fucking good.

  Marco inserted a second finger and increased his pace. The wet sounds coming from Sebastian’s tongue and Marco’s fingers echoed off the glass.

  I moaned.

  The doctor sucked harder, while flicking the other nipple with his thumb.

  I placed my hand on his thigh.

  He sucked hard.

  I inched my hand toward his cock; he didn’t waver.

  Marco withdrew his fingers and to my surprise spread the wetness across my puckered hole. I tensed.

  The doctor released his hold on my nipple. “What’s wrong, Elaine?” His eyes grew wide with concern.

  “Ahh…I’ve never done…
” Marco rubbed a circle around the tight skin.

  “Marco will be gentle. I told you that there is no greater pleasure than to be taken by two men. The female body was designed to be shared. Men are impatient.”

  “One condition.” I leaned forward so that I could whisper in his ear.

  “What’s…that?” His voice was husky and rough.

  “It has to be you.”

  He stared at me.

  I inched my hand further up his thigh.

  “You know I can’t.”

  His cock was hard under the fabric and I placed my hand on it and rubbed and squeezed it.

  He moaned.

  “It feels like you can. And you did just fine during your test run.” I winked.

  “It’s not a lack of ability…”

  “What if I told you I trust you? There is no risk with Marco and Sebastian here. If you won’t accept that I trust you, then trust that I know what I’m asking.” I leaned in to seal my proposal with a kiss.

  “God…this wasn’t the plan.”

  “Wasn’t part of your plan…” I rubbed him hard through his pants. “I seem to be good at ruining your plans.”

  “Fuck.”

  Marco pushed his thumb into my wetness and withdrew it. His fingers slid back into place and his thumb pushed against my muscled entrance. One push and he worked past the resistance.

  I gasped.

  “Marco, stretch her. I don’t want her feeling any pain.”

  I glanced down for a moment, locating his zipper. A second later I pulled it down. “Tell me what not to do.”

  “You shouldn’t be doing any of it.” His features held conviction, but he didn’t move to stop me.

  “And I shouldn’t be allowing virtual strangers to fuck me on a rooftop in Paris. This week is all about breaking rules.” I reached into his pants, parted the opening in his boxers and grasped his cock.

  He groaned, “Elaine.”

  “Yes, that’s right. It’s me. And Xavier…” I was careful to use his name. I needed a connection. “If I’m going to lose my virginity in a sense, I want it to mean something. It has to be you.”

  “No offense, Marco and Sebastian.” I glanced back at Marco who was rocking his fingers in and out of my ass and pussy, pulling down stretching the hole. Amazing. I’d never imagined it would feel so good.