by Christy Poff
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INTERNET BONDS SERIES BOOK 5:
DOCTOR, HEAL THYSELF
by
Christy Poff
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2006 by Karen Morris
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Credits
Cover Artist: Jinger Heaston
Editor: Chere Gruver
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Dedication
My thanks goes out to my son and daughter for their love and support, Deb for being “sister,” Chere for her editing and Jinger for great cover artwork.
Prologue
"I'm sorry, but our time is over."
"Thank you, Doctor. Doctor Greenlaw, can I ask you a question off the record?"
"Sure."
"Have you ever tried bondage?"
"No."
"Dominance and submission?"
"No."
"Another woman?"
"No."
"Ménage à trois?"
"Honestly, no. I'm sorry."
"Then how can you honestly help me if you don't know firsthand?"
Sheridan Greenlaw watched her patient turn, then leave her office. How could her patient question a therapist of her reputation? Easy, she just did...
She sat at her desk, making notes about the session. Closing the file and setting it aside for her secretary to take care of, she sat back in her chair and looked at the perfect view she had. The simplistic beauty soothed her, though her patient's questions caused her to doubt herself.
Sheridan Greenlaw held her doctorate in sex therapy having done her medical training at Black Hills State University in Spearfish, South Dakota before going to England for post-graduate work at King's College in London and the University of Essex where she received her Ph.D. Taking the English courses at the same time had been mentally exhausting but her gamble paid off.
Doctor Sheridan Greenlaw became world renown in her field and now a patient questioned her knowledge and her abilities.
"Damn it!” she cursed. She called her secretary into her office.
"What do you need?” Nancy asked.
"Please file this."
"Okay, anything else?"
"Did she make another appointment?'
"No, she said she had to think about coming back."
"Shit."
"What's wrong?"
"She questioned my credentials."
"You're kidding—right?"
"I wish."
"What are you going to do?"
"Research. I haven't gotten to where I am by being ignorant."
"If you need help..."
"I'll let you know. I will be depending on you to keep the office on an even keel."
"You got it, Sheridan."
"Thanks."
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Sheridan Greenlaw learned she had a talent for helping people talk through their problems; along with the ability to get strangers to feel comfortable enough with her to tell her what was bothering them. All her professors and teachers worked with her because she had the calling. The surprise came when she chose her specialty. If anyone can do it...
Once she'd started interning, she began to build her practice. She had an extremely loyal following, especially in Los Angeles where she spent several months at Cedars Sinai Medical Center. Most of her patients left happier than when their sessions began. Her progress reports went back to the university with glowing comments.
During her last semester before graduation, she worked in the local prosecutor's office, interviewing sex criminals. She wanted to be able to see every side of the issue. She thought she had until her patient questioned her ability.
She began to look at the darker side of sex—bondage, dominance and submission, ménages and others. It surprised her how, for all of her credentials and degrees, she had no clue about her field at all. She looked at various web sites on the Internet and realized that to be truly able to treat her patients, she would have to experience some of what she researched.
Creating a screen name, she entered chat rooms trying to find someone she could safely ask for help. One thing she did know—trust would play a major part in this. She knew she would have to be extremely cautious in what she was about to head into.
Sheridan surfed web sites and chat rooms, lurking. She became sexydoctor101 and joined in a few chats. From everything she learned, she decided against an alter ego, preferring to be as private as possible. After lurking for several days without success, she tried a new site dealing in all types of sex from vanilla—the kind most of her patients enjoyed—to what she would research. She noticed a chat going on, one of great interest.
MasterR: Everyone should be able to experience any kind of sex they want to delve into.
Starstrucklovr: But it's so shunned. I'm tired of being considered a porn lover. All I want to feel is a great orgasm and if bondage does it...
Sexydoctor101: Why are you called a porn lover?
Starstrucklovr: You must be new. It boils down to what people consider normal. Anything not vanilla is unacceptable.
MasterR: A person's sexual desires and appetite should not be judged.
Their chat went on a short while longer until she was the only one remaining with MasterR.
MasterR: What is your specialty?
Sexydoctor101: Sex, believe it or not.
MasterR: Interesting.
Sexydoctor101: Why?
MasterR: I sense something is bothering you.
Sexydoctor101: Very perceptive.
MasterR: Tell me.
Sheridan couldn't believe the compulsion she felt from two little words on an impersonal screen. She poured out what had happened to her and why she'd gone searching for answers.
MasterR: I may be able to help you but we need to talk some more so I can be positive about what you want.
Sexydoctor101: Go on.
MasterR: I'm sending you a questionnaire. Fill it out and send it back to me, along with proof you're healthy.
Sexydoctor101: All right.
She opened his email, filled out the questionnaire honestly and completely, then returned it. She scanned her medical file into her computer, then sent it to MasterR. She sat back as sanity took over.
"What the hell are you doing?” she asked no one. She'd sent a complete stranger extremel
y personal information and without question. His words controlled her; the feeling causing her body to react as if he'd physically touched her. Heat coursed through her, Sheridan wanting this man.
Her nipples hard, her pussy clenched—her body forced her to strip out of her clothes. Quickly, she locked the door to her office, went to a drawer in her private bathroom and pulled out her vibrator—one of several toys she kept for when she needed release. Now MasterR drove her insane.
Teasing her body with the pulsations, she thrust the toy into her wet pussy while she played with her nipples, grateful it was after office hours. She calmed some, then returned to her computer, shocked by the response waiting for her.
MasterR: Did you get the climax you wanted?
Sexydoctor101: How did you know?
MasterR: I am Master. I know these things. Did you?
Sexydoctor101: Yes and no.
MasterR: I'm sure I can help you.
Sexydoctor101: Great. When?
They went over logistics, then signed off. She would clear her schedule for several weeks, telling her patients she would be at a conference followed by a seminar, maybe two. She would fly up from Sun Valley, Idaho to Coeur d'Alene where a car from his ranch, The Spread R Bar, would pick her up and take her to where she would experience sex.
Sheridan sat back, amazed. She had agreed to all this without question and to a man she'd never met. His words gave her comfort, though she felt she needed to obey him. What would he be like in person? Am I a true submissive in reality? Will he master me?
Thinking about this mysterious stranger caused her pussy to weep once more. Her nipples begged for attention. In the shadows of her elegant Sun Valley office overlooking the mountains, Doctor Sheridan Greenlaw sat on her couch and played with her body. She pinched her nipples while she teased her clit. Suddenly, she slid her finger into her pussy and fiercely finger fucked herself. She cried out as the climax washed over her.
"God, Sheridan, you need a man!"
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Master R looked over Sexydoctor101's questionnaire, stunned by what she'd put down for answers. Whoever questioned her ability had caused her to lose her self-confidence—something he couldn't abide. He might be a Dominant but he tried never to destroy anyone.
He looked at what she marked down under what she wished to do, groaning—his cock at attention.
"Yelena,” he called.
"Yes, Master R,” she answered, entering the room, then standing next to him. He smiled gazing at her—naked with her hands behind her back and her eyes to the floor.
"Lock your luscious lips around my cock. I need relief."
"Yes, Master,” she said. Yelena hailed from Portugal and Master R discovered her in a sex club nearby before bringing her back to the ranch on the outskirts of Coeur D'Alene, Idaho. She had exotic looks and a full figure—a joy to his elite clientele.
The feel of her mouth on his cock caused it to swell more. On her knees, her hands still behind her, she took him eagerly. His hand pressed her head closer when he neared the edge. When he groaned, Yelena took every drop, plus more.
"Ahh,” he sighed, “perfection, my beauty. Thank you."
"Anything for you, Master R."
"I'd like you to do me a favor. A new client will be spending several weeks here. I'm taking her on myself but, for the most part, she will not be seeing me."
"I don't understand."
"She wants to experience several different lifestyles. I want you and Erika to take care of her needs one night, then I'll have Alvaro and Garth do her another. When she sees me, she is not to know."
"Are you assigning a master to her?"
"Yes, but I will always be nearby."
"What are you telling me?"
"There's something about her. I want to destroy the cretin who is causing her self-doubt. Because of my feeling, I have to remain an elusive figure in her training until I can figure out where I stand with her."
"You feel something for her already?"
"Yes, and it's strong."
"Who will be her master while you play voyeur?"
"Ross."
"Good choice,” she said, smiling.
"Will you tell the others?"
"Yes, Master R."
"Thank you, Yelena."
"May I pleasure you before I leave?'
He groaned pulling her to him. He had her straddle his lap, impaling her body on his engorged shaft. Without a word, she began to move on him, riding him while his hands squeezed her breasts. The brush of his thumbs made her move on him faster, her body gyrating in a sexual dance to drive him crazy.
"Master, may I come while you fill my pussy with your divine essence?"
"Yes, Yelena,” he growled. He gripped her breasts as he exploded into her, pulling her to him. His tongue dove into her mouth, their tongues dancing. Yelena cried out, the pain/pleasure driving her.
"Master R..."
Spent, she fell against him, his arms encircling her trembling body. He watched the last remnants of her orgasm wash over her, a hazy look in her sexy eyes.
"Go rest, Mistress Yelena,” he whispered.
He watched her naked body leaving his office, satisfied not only by Yelena's delicious body but from the four he'd chosen for his guest's training. They would be discreet, reporting to either him or Ross Beckham, while giving her everything she could ever want.
At the bottom of the questionnaire, he read her real name—Sheridan Greenlaw. He did some quick research on her, coming away extremely impressed, then he saw her photo. His breath caught and his cock hardened as he gazed at her staring back at him from the photo.
"You will be mine, Sheridan. You will beg to my slave when I entreat you to marry me."
Chapter 1
Ross Beckham rode out to check on the stock contracted for the weekend's rodeo north of the ranch. The Spread R Bar raised the best bulls, broncs and steers for the rodeo circuit in the Pacific Northwest and Southwestern Canada. Sixty-one thousand acres gave him a lot of land to deal with, the ranch multi-functional.
At six foot two, the dark-haired, hazel-eyed Beckham ran the operation with a firm hand. The ranch hands appreciated him because he was one of them, a rare find in this business and in a society where ownership and management were not hands-on as they had once been.
"Mister Beckham, we've got a new addition. One of the cows gave birth to a male."
"Good, you know what to do?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good job, Warren."
"Thank you, sir."
"Please, it's Ross."
"Sir ... I mean, Ross. How do you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Know all of our names? There must be..."
"Seventy-five workers—not including the firefighters and the medical staff. It's not a problem."
Warren smiled, then rode off, Ross watching. He knew the better he treated his workers, the more they would return—a simple fact of day-to-day business and life while on a more personal level, he liked the people working for him.
Everything seemed in order. He spurred Smoke, riding back to the small firehouse on the ranch. Because of the response time from the nearest departments, he'd purchased a mini-pumper in order to start fighting a fire if it started, thereby getting a head start on extinguishing it. His plan had already passed the test when a brush fire broke out. Their quick response helped to stop what could have been a costly conflagration.
He employed four men on rotating shifts. They drove and maintained the truck while the ranch hands made up the crew. Sometimes, during the more dangerous seasons when the risk increased, he hired on some of the professionals who wanted extra money. The neighboring departments worked well with him—a happy marriage, so to speak.
The ranch had its own medical staff to treat injuries as soon as possible. Doctor Will Bentley and his wife Annie could treat most injuries or illnesses, with the more serious flown to the local hospital. In itself, the ranch had become a small community.
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sp; Heading back to the stables, he let one of the hands take Smoke while he went to talk to his driver.
"Sir, to what do I owe this visit?"
"How are you, James?” Ross asked, shaking the man's hand. “A guest is flying up from Sun Valley in a few days. I'll either need you, or the limo, to pick her up."
"Sure. No problem."
"I'll give you the arrival time when I get the final arrangements."
"Yes, sir."
Ross smiled, then walked up to the huge house. He went upstairs to the master suite, stripped, then showered. He had to make some more arrangements for their guest—a very special one.
Taking the questionnaire, he quickly sketched out an itinerary for Doctor Sheridan Greenlaw's stay. He wondered about her because her requests were specific, yet varied. She wanted female-on-female, ménage, bondage, dominance and submission, and the curious one—prostitute. What the hell?
"I hope you schedule enough time from your practice, Doc. This could take a bit."
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Sheridan called her secretary into her office.
"Nancy, I need my schedule cleared for the next several weeks."
"Reason?"
"Conferences and seminars."
"Real reason?"
"Research. The bitch succeeded in making me doubt myself. Until now, I've always been confident about what I do. Now, I can't function properly because I don't have all the facts."
"And you think you've found a source?"
"I'm hoping so. I'll leave the number in case you need me."
"Where?"
"Upstate in Coeur d'Alene."
"Nice area."
"So it seems."
"When do you leave?"
"Tomorrow night."
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In London, a constable delivered a message from Scotland Yard to London's Chief Prosecutor.
"Sir, this is from Lord Martin."
"Thank you,” he said, opening the envelope after the constable left. The minute he read it, he cursed.
For your information: Convicted murderer and sex offender, Seamus Melvin escaped from custody earlier today while en route to another proceeding dealing with his terrorist threats to Lord Biltmore. Every officer is on alert for him and extra guards have been assigned to your prosecutor, the judge and the psychiatrist. We have been unable to locate the other therapist—Doctor Sheridan Greenlaw—who we think is no longer in country. She needs to be warned.
