The Gentlemen's Ranch (Erotica Series, Book 1)

by Ever Wood

  I fall back against the good doctor, spent.

  He guides my hand to the erection through his pants. “Make me come, Tesh. Please. Oh, fuck, please.”

  I glance back at the couple. The woman looks drained, but the man’s not through with her yet, snapping on a pair of nipple clamps that make her scream out. He pulls her up by the chain and she gets to her knees on the chaise to relieve the tension on her poor nipples. “Turn around and get on all fours.”

  Obediently, she does as he orders and wiggles her ass at him. The man laughs and starts working on her bum with that huge phallus vibrator.

  I’ve seen enough. I turn toward Beau and straddle him, enclosing us behind my pink robe. I reach for the zipper on his pants and his eyes roll back. His member springs free and I stroke up and down in a slow, steady motion. He buries his face in my breasts while I continue to pump my hand.

  “Oh, fuck, that feels good, Tesh. Don’t stop.”

  I cup his balls with the other hand and draw my finger along his perineum.

  Beau moans. “Tesh, don’t stop. I’m coming.”

  I stroke more rapidly using both hands in tandem now.

  “I’m coming.”

  He grunts once and ejaculates directly into a handkerchief he whips from his pants pocket.

  Nice and tidy. I like that about Dr. Beau.

  It’s All About The Fireworks

  I’m done. I’m tired of all this. I’m tired of meeting men, and I’m really, really tired of this pink robe. I just want the solitude of my room. Only, I have no idea where my room is. I head back to the Parlor and tears, real tears, pool in my eyes when I see Camryn inside.

  She’s sitting at her make-up table brushing her long hair. The room is deafening with the chatter and laughter of several women. Somehow, Camryn hears the door open and glances over. When she sees me, she throws the brush down and rushes over. “What’s the matter, sweetie?”

  Okay, this is exactly why I’m best friends with her. She just knows.

  I shake my head, because honestly I have no idea what is the matter.

  She takes me in her arms. “You’re having a great time, aren’t you?”

  Am I? I did share a lot of laughs with Doug and Jase and a great orgasm with Beau. I never want to think of the Bear Twins again. So, what’s wrong? Even as I ask the question, I realize the answer. The fireworks are missing. I put all my trust in The Gentlemen’s Ranch and the infallibility of their avant-garde matchmaking techniques, but they did not deliver. At least with me. I can’t believe I fell for all the hype! Did I really think that with one glance across a crowded room, my eyes would lock with the man of my dreams and it would be love at first sight? What bullshit. Only, isn’t that exactly what happened with Glasses? Yes, but he isn’t one of my matches, so it’s still an epic fail.

  I give Camryn the condensed version. “I’m just exhausted.”

  I notice she has traded in her white robe for her favorite bright pink leggings and a white hoodie. “We’re supposed to wait here for Sophia, but after that we’ll get some tea and talk before bed. I want to hear all about your day.”

  “Sounds good,” I tell her, although the mention of Sophia sends a stab of jealousy through me. I wonder why the Steward would be spending time with one of the men. Shouldn’t that be prohibited due to her official capacity here at The Ranch?

  The object of my envy picks that moment to enter the Parlor. She, too, has shed the period dress she wore earlier and now wears a pair of jeans and expensive off-the-shoulder silk blouse. Her hair is down and flows down her back in blonde waves. She looks gorgeous. And, I want to hit her.

  The conversations break off.

  “Good evening, ladies. Before you retire to your rooms, I wanted to go over a few items for tomorrow.” She gestures for us to sit and we do. “In the morning, you will each have a routine gynecological exam. After that, you will have another one-on-one with your suitors and then rate them on a scale of one through four in order of preference, one being your top pick. Your ratings will determine the final two for your last date. If a man consents to be in your final two, he is agreeing to enter into a monogamous relationship with you outside of The Ranch. But, be warned. One or all four of your suitors could bow out at this point if they don’t see a future with you. If that happens, we will invite you back to The Ranch for another stay.”

  “How often does that happen?” one of the women asks.

  “Rarely. Our success rates attest quite soundly to the effectiveness of our advanced processes.”

  I snort and the woman that asked the question makes a sound of relief.

  “Now,” Sophia continues, “your last date with the final two will consist of a Blindfold Test and be held in one of seventeen private grottos located on the estate. The only rule about tomorrow is, there are no rules.”

  Soft, excited murmurs echo throughout the room.

  Camryn’s wearing a shit-eating grin on her face. “And, what exactly happens during this test?”

  “Surely, you can figure that out, Ms. Kennedy. You will be blindfolded and alone in a steam bath with the men of your dreams.”

  But, what if the man of my dreams is already taken? I want to ask her.

  The Exam

  The next morning, a knock outside our room wakes me. I yawn and crawl out of the enormous four-poster bed I share with Camryn to answer the door.

  A livered servant stands there half-hidden behind a bouquet of yellow roses. “Flowers for you, my lady,” he says formally.

  “Oh, my, they’re gorgeous.”

  I step aside so he can place them on the dresser in the room. Then, I see the other item in his arms. A fresh pink robe. Wonderful.

  He hangs the robe discreetly on the back of the door and hands me a card. “Directions to the medical facility, my lady. You have an appointment at 9:00 AM.”

  “All right. Thank you.”

  I close the door and inspect the vase on the dresser. A white card sticks up out of the center of the arrangement. “Pick me. Love, Jase.”

  “What’s that?” Camryn asks groggily.

  “Just flowers. I’m going to shower. My appointment with the doctor is in an hour. Ugh!”

  “Hopefully, I won’t get mine for a while yet. I’m so hung over.” With that, her head disappears beneath her pillow and she goes back to sleep.

  I go into our massive bathroom to take a long, hot shower. As the steam pours over my body, I wonder who I’m going to pick. I might not have fireworks yet, but I should at least follow this through.

  Jase is currently at the top of the list. I adore yellow roses. The Bear Twins are definitely out. But, I think I will try those beads again. I like Doug the Surfer, but Beau the Optometrist is smoking hot. I’m partial to glasses what can I say? I suppose I’ll know more after our dates today.

  Since I don’t have to figure out what to wear, I’m ready with plenty of time to spare and leave Camryn to her hangover.

  The palace is quiet as I pad through the corridors and out through the front doors.

  I have to walk through the gardens to get to the medical building and from the moans I hear behind the foliage, several people have already decided to take advantage of the no rules day. I glance over at the life-sized chessboard where Jase and I played yesterday and notice a woman on her back with her legs in the air and a man doing a face plant between her legs. It’s a little for early for that, isn’t it? By the level of her screams, he’s very good at what he’s doing. Maybe not.

  I turn a corner and stumble upon a woman bent over a bench with her robe thrown over her head while an Adonis of a man fucks her from behind. His hands dig into her hips to hold her in place and her large breasts swing wildly beneath her with every thrust. Suddenly, the man signals and another one of the bachelors steps forward. They drag the woman off the bench and push her to the ground on her back. The Adonis kneels in front of her and lifts her legs straight into the air. His sculpted ass clenches as he pounds into her while holding he
r ankles wide. The second man straddles her face on his hands and knees and begins to shove in and out of her mouth. Her groans of ecstasy are muffled by his enormously large member.

  Instinctively, I take a step forward to help her, save her from this terrible abuse. But, then I remember. Multiple partners. Rough sex. Oh, yes, these questions and more spelled out in black and white on the profile. From what I read, there’s not an erotic dream in existence that can’t be fulfilled here at The Gentlemen’s Ranch.

  I turn away and pick up my pace. I’m running by the time the medical facility finally comes into view, and I breathe a sigh of relief and duck inside.

  A pretty receptionist nods politely and tells me to take a seat. It’s not long before a nurse comes out. “Tesh Morgan?”

  I nod nervously and stand.

  “Follow me, please.”

  My heart is beating a mile a minute, but I’m not sure why. It’s just an exam, I tell myself. One I’ve been getting every year since the age of thirteen.

  “Right in here,” the woman directs me.

  The room is large, much larger than I’m used to for a doctor’s office. It’s white, clinical, and all of the normal torture devices are there and even some I don’t recognize. “Have a seat,” she says, pointing to the table. “The doctor will be right in.”

  I chew on a fingernail as I wait, my eyes roaming the vast room. Even though I know it’s coming, the knock startles me when it arrives. “Yes.”

  I turn to smile at the doctor and my jaw almost hits the floor. It’s him! Glasses!

  For a moment, I can’t breathe, I can’t talk. I just sit there staring at him. Oh, hell, no! I can’t let this man exam me!

  He gives me a small smile of recognition and then strides directly over to me with an outstretched hand. “Dr. Brett Rand.”

  “You…you work here?” I stammer out.

  He looks down at his white doctor’s coat. “Either that or I’m selling ice cream.”

  “I thought you were one of the men.”

  “No, I’m not.” He puts down the clipboard he’s holding. “Is there a problem, Ms. Morgan?”

  Is there? I can’t think of a good enough reason at the moment. And, his brusque professionalism has me simply shaking my head. “No…no, I’m fine.”

  “Let’s get started then, shall we?” He steps in close, almost between my legs, and threads two hands under my hair and begins to knead the back of my neck and around my throat. “Are you sick at all?”

  I shake my head.

  “Are you on any medication?”

  “Just the pill.”

  He prods for a few more seconds and then says, “Can you lay down for me?”

  I lick my lips uneasily and lay back on the table.

  He smiles and presses his stethoscope to my upper chest. He is silent as he moves the instrument over my skin and listens to my heartbeat. As he leans over, his scent washes over me. A fresh soap smell, like he just stepped out of a shower.

  “Very good.” He straightens. “Can you open your robe down to your waist, Ms. Morgan?”

  Butterflies ricochet inside my stomach.

  I shrug my arms out of the robe and bunch it around my hips. The cool air accosts my skin, and goose bumps pebble over my body. I peek up at Dr. Rand as he looks at my full breasts, and I see something other than clinical in his eyes.

  He swallows audibly. “I…I’m going to perform a breast examination, Ms. Morgan, to check for any abnormalities.” Both hands gently cup the breast nearest him and I suck in a breath. His fingers massage the fleshy mound, softly at first and then with more force. With his thumb and forefinger, he circles my nipple and tugs it upward. A stab of desire spikes through my lower region. I blame it on all of the erotic acts I witnessed on the way here.

  Dr. Rand moves to the second breast and my overly-stimulated body is beyond aroused by what his hands are doing and the look in his eyes. I gasp as he pulls up on both nipples at the same time, elongating them. I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. He continues to lift each nipple almost to the point of pain and then he gently lets go.

  “Everything feels fine,” he says huskily and turns his back to look over items on a metal tray. “Please place your feet in the stirrups, Ms. Morgan.”

  I take a deep breath and scoot down to the end of the table. Please let this be over quickly.

  Dr. Rand comes back over to the table, rolling a chair with him. He stands between my legs. “Are you doing okay?”

  “Yes.”

  “You’ve been through this before, correct?”

  “Yes.”

  He leans over, unties my belt, and pushes the robe completely open.

  Oh, God.

  It surprises me when his eyes brazenly roam my body. Does he realize what he’s doing?

  With a curt shake of his head, he brings a light forward and positions it downward. Then, he sits and disappears between my legs. All is silent for a full minute before he finally says, “I’m going to touch you now, Ms. Morgan.”

  I hold my breath.

  Slowly — too slowly— he inserts a finger at the top of my sex, draws it downward, and then up again. Down and up. I have to clench my legs to keep from pressing into his hand.

  “Perfect. Now, I’m going to do a visual examination of your external genitalia.” With his two thumbs, he carefully pries apart the folds of my labia. He stretches them wide and God only know what he thinks as he stares at the most intimate part of my body.

  He once again draws a finger up and down, but now he has better access to it. He rolls the nub of my clitoris with the top of one finger and I can’t help the small moan that escapes my lips.

  “Are you all right, Ms. Morgan?”

  Why does he sound amused? “Are you almost done?” I ask breathlessly.

  “I’m just getting started, Ms. Morgan. Just relax,” he tells me and slips a finger inside me. He thrusts in and out, first with one finger and then two. His tempo increases and my heels press into the stirrups to still the pressure building inside me. Holy shit. At last, he withdraws his fingers and inspects every fold and crevice with small sensuous circles. Instinctively, my hips buck off the table and he places a hand on my lower stomach. “Just relax. I’m going to insert a speculum now. Okay?”

  “Mmm…hmm,” I manage as my upper teeth bite into my lower lip until I think they’re going to bleed.

  Dr. Rand reaches over to the metal tray by his head and grabs the familiar torture device. The cold metal makes contact with my blood-fueled labia and I almost jump off the table. “Stay still. This won’t take long.”

  I try to relax as he inserts the speculum. I hear adjustments being made and the instrument spreads my vagina walls wide. “There we go,” he announces. He picks up a long cotton swab and I can feel my cervix being scraped. True to his word, this part is over quickly. He releases the metal spreader, and I can finally breathe normally again.

  To my surprise, Dr. Rand pulls out a tissue from the metal tray and gently wipes away my juices. When he is satisfied, he stands up. “Next is a recto-vaginal examination. Can you please stand for me?”

  At this point, I will do anything this man asks of me.

  He helps me down from the table with a steadying hand.

  “Now, as I work, I’ll be asking you a series of questions. These will tell me…well, for lack of a better term…what turns you on.”

  “What?”

  He lifts an eyebrow with amusement. “You do want to find a compatible husband, don’t you, Ms. Morgan?”

  “I guess.”

  “You guess? Why else are you here, then?”

  “No,” I corrected. “I do. I answered questions like that on the profile.”

  “Physical compatibility is crucial to a long and healthy marriage. Just a few more if you don’t mine.”

  “Fine, but just call me Tesh, all right?”

  His green eyes flash briefly. “Turn around and face the table, Tesh.” I turn and he places both hands on
my shoulders and runs a finger down my spine.

  “With regard to sex, Tesh, you mentioned that you enjoy a variety of positions.”

  I’m going straight to hell. “Yes.”

  His hands come up to the sides of my breasts and run down my body.

  “Do you enjoy sex with women?”

  “Not really.”

  “Yes or no, Tesh?”

  “No.”

  “What if your husband wished to have a threesome with another woman, just for a night?”

  “Maybe,” I say with a grin, knowing he wants a definitive answer.

  “Can you bend over the table, Tesh?”

  I think of the woman I saw right before I entered the medical facility and laugh.

  “Tesh?”

  “It’s nothing,” I murmur and position myself as he asks.

  “What about two men at one time?”

  I think about Nate and Nick and giggle again. “I’m pretty sure I’m a one man woman.”

  “Do you like sexual toys, Tesh?”

  Beau’s vibrator flashes in my mind. “Very much.”

  I hear him snap on a rubber glove. “Do you enjoy bondage? Objects that can inflict pain during sex?”

  I wince as he slides a finger in my behind. Dear Lord. “I…I don’t know.” He pulls his finger out and then inserts it back in again. “A little pain is all right, I guess,” I say a little too loudly. I lose track of what I was going to say as he plunges in an out.

  “Spread your legs for me, Tesh.”

  I spread my legs until I’m on my tip toes. His hand slips between my legs and he inserts a finger in my vagina and his thumb in my behind, squeezing and pinching the two together.

  “Do you like oral sex, Tesh?”

  “Yes,” I say, but it comes out more as a whimper.

  His fingers move faster in and out of both orifices. I can’t help myself, I grind back against his hand in an attempt to relieve the aching throb between my legs.

  “Receiving or giving?”