Doctor Heal Thyself [Internet Bonds Series Book 5]

by Christy Poff

  "Why?"

  "You haven't taken pleasure for yourself since you came home."

  "My Mistress has good insight."

  "Thank you, Master Ross."

  "Yelena is no longer here. I'd like you to take her place. Do you have any problem with this?"

  "No, Master. Thank you."

  "And if Sheridan returns here, possibly as my wife..."

  "I'd step aside in a heartbeat. I love you that much, Master."

  "Come to me, Erika, so I can fuck your mouth and fill your sweet body totally."

  Erika did as he commanded, freeing his straining cock from the confines of his clothes. She took him deep in her throat bringing everything within him to a head. Nearing his release, he pressed her head to him, his cock dancing in her mouth. Together, they gazed at each other as if time stood still—both knowing what their futures could bring.

  Ross held her head tightly in place, then pumped his cock into her, driving into her like a piston in a high-performance engine as raw emotion overtook him. He exploded, his long-held heated release bursting into her. Erika whimpered, her tongue laving his velvety shaft.

  He drew back, Erika gasping.

  "Are you all right?” he asked, concerned.

  "Yes, Master, but my body feels exhausted."

  "Sleep here tonight and thank you."

  "Thank you, Master."

  "In fact, why don't you move your things in here and call it home?"

  * * * *

  Ross dressed, kissed Erika, planting lingering kisses over her breasts, then left her. He took a walk to clear his head. Too much had happened in the last several hours, Ross needing to put everything in some semblance of order.

  He needed to decide how to proceed next. He'd sent Yelena away, casting her out into the world. At one time, he would have worried about whether she'd make it away from the ranch but her recent past proved she could.

  Finding himself at the stables, he grabbed a blanket and threw it over Smoke's back, then easily mounted the horse. Relishing the fact no one yelled at him, he rode and enjoyed the freedom. He headed for the spot he'd taken Sheridan to the night before he left the mansion to take on the rogue bear.

  As soon as his feet touched the wet grass, he felt her presence. He remembered the time spent here and his inability to tell her his true feelings. Why couldn't I...

  An hour later, he returned to the stables, a hand taking Smoke to cool him down and put him in his stall.

  "How is he, Mister Beckham?"

  "Better. I think he's back to his old self."

  "Good news. We were afraid he might have to be put down."

  "Why?"

  "When they found him, he was erratic and remained like that for several days. At times, he seemed demented."

  "I'm glad you didn't."

  "Warren wouldn't allow us to do anything."

  "Thank God,” Ross said, then he thanked the hand for caring for the horse. Ross left the stables and returned to the house. Going back to the office, he picked up the flogger from where it had fallen to the floor, then headed to Sheridan's room. In her bedside table, he found the toy he'd given her and a different type of flogger, one with thin suede strips used for punishment or tickling. Grabbing both, he left the room, heading for his.

  Ross put them on his bed, then grabbed a garment bag and a suitcase from his closet. He packed his designer suits—Armani, his favorite—with the matching silk shirts and ties in the garment bag, his jeans and twill shirts in the other.

  Picking up the phone, he called Stasia.

  "Hello?"

  "Stasia, my love."

  "Ross, how are you?"

  "Fine. Can I take you up on your offer?"

  "You're coming here?"

  "Yes, I need to find someone."

  "Your room is waiting for you whenever you arrive."

  "Thanks, love."

  "Anytime. Who is my master looking for?” she asked, knowing the answer already.

  "Doctor Sheridan Greenlaw."

  "I'll see what I can find out."

  "Good."

  "When will you be here?"

  "Either tomorrow or the day after."

  "I look forward to seeing you."

  Ross hung up, then took a shower. He had at least an eight hour drive ahead of him, depending on his leg. Fortunately, his Mercedes CL55 was built not only for performance but comfort as well. He figured on stopping for a hearty lunch, then arriving at Stasia's after the dinner hour.

  Placing her toy and the floggers in his suitcase, he placed both bags by the door, then stripped out of his clothes in order to do his nightly check on his leg, relieved he had not done any exterior damage, though he knew he would need his painkillers after his exhaustive day.

  * * * *

  Stasia left Ridge in charge of the restaurant after telling him about their guest.

  "Everything as you desired, Mistress."

  "Excellent. I'll be gone for the evening so handle things here."

  "As you wish."

  She walked to her car, a white BMW, and drove to her slave's home. Knowing what would happen once Ross arrived, she determined to have at least one last evening of perfection.

  * * * *

  Sheridan heard Stasia's car in the driveway. She quickly stripped out of her clothes, then waited for her mistress to enter. She'd given Stasia a key to make things easier. Kneeling in the foyer on the highly polished marble floor, she heard the key in the lock, her body aching.

  Stasia's stiletto heels on the floor told Sheridan exactly where her mistress was.

  "Very nice, slave."

  "Thank you, Mistress Stasia. How may I serve you?"

  "We have a long night ahead of us,” Stasia said, dropping the black dress she wore. Standing naked in front of her slave, she gave Sheridan her first command.

  "Stand, slave, then slide one of your lovely long fingers in my pussy and finger fuck me."

  "Yes, Mistress,” Sheridan said. Standing, she gazed into Stasia's eyes while she slid two fingers into her mistress’ waiting cunt. Stasia moaned, taking Sheridan's face in her hands. She lowered her mouth to cover Sheridan's, kissing her deeply.

  "Fuck me, slave,” she whispered, then continued her assault on her slave's mouth. While she did, she slid her hands to Sheridan's breasts, tugging at her nipple rings. Sheridan's free hand rested on Stasia's hip, pulling Stasia against her, needing the contact.

  Stasia threw her head back, crying out. Sheridan feathered light kisses along her neck before taking Stasia's nipple between her teeth. Stasia's hand slid to her slave's pussy, teasing her clit before she slid her finger inside Sheridan, matching the pace set on her own body.

  "Come, slave."

  "Thank you, Mistress,” Sheridan cried out, both women coming at the same time. Together and in each other's arms, they slowly slid to the cold marble floor.

  "My beautiful Sheridan, you are amazing. Are you ready for bondage?"

  "Whatever you desire."

  "What I desire is you restrained, unable to move and at my mercy,” Stasia said, tugging on the nipple rings, Sheridan feeling a jolt.

  "Anything to please you."

  Stasia grabbed the tote bag she brought with her, then they went upstairs to Sheridan's bedroom. Stasia stopped her in the center of the room, telling her not to move.

  From her bag, she pulled out an arm binder. Lovingly, she pulled Sheridan's arms behind her, wrapping them in soft leather before lacing the binder comfortably tight. Next, she attached velvet-lined ankle cuffs followed by a spreader bar, Sheridan's legs spread wide.

  "I brought your gag, slave,” Stasia told her, putting the gag in Sheridan's mouth before strapping it in place. “Very nice, slave. Nod yes if you feel all right with this."

  Sheridan nodded.

  Sheridan's body embraced restraint. Her breasts ached for her mistress’ attention while her pussy clenched, her nectar oozing from her. Her eyes followed Stasia, widening when she saw the flogger.

  "
A flogger has many purposes. Punishment you've already experienced and, if I remember right, you enjoyed it."

  Sheridan nodded.

  "A flogger can stimulate and arouse its victim. It can even make you come. Would you like that?"

  Sheridan nodded again.

  "Excellent."

  Stasia snapped the flogger on Sheridan's ass. She followed the sting with her tongue. She repeated it again, laving the skin where she hit. Sheridan jumped at first but the minute she felt Stasia's tongue, she melted. Stasia repeated her flogging and laving until she made it up the length of her slave's body to her breasts.

  Snap.

  Sheridan moaned, more so when Stasia took her breast deep into her mouth.

  Snap.

  She ministered to her other breast.

  "Very good,” she complimented. “You're a nice rosy shade."

  "More,” Sheridan murmured despite the gag.

  Stasia repeated the entire flogging, Sheridan trembling. After her last strike, Stasia knelt before her slave, taking in her scent—musky gardenia and very hot. Taking Sheridan by surprise, she snapped the flogger over her swollen clit.

  "Feed me, slave,” she commanded as Sheridan moaned, her body's floodgates opening. Stasia drank from her while Sheridan shook, trying to free herself—impossible thanks to Stasia’ expertise. Despite the gag, Sheridan cried out.

  Stasia pulled a chair over and sat down. She helped Sheridan kneel in front of her before removing the gag.

  "First you will suck my tits, then eat my cunt. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Mistress,” she said, immediately obeying and taking Stasia to the edge.

  "My God, Sheridan, I love you,” cried Stasia, her words splitting the silence of the evening.

  * * * *

  Hours later, Stasia woke Sheridan. She'd fallen asleep on the floor after Stasia rolled her back and feasted on her dripping pussy. She released her feet but could not resist taking Sheridan for another ride. What is it they say about forbidden fruit?

  "My God, you are delicious."

  "Thank you, Mistress."

  Stasia helped her to sit up, removing the arm binder, then massaging Sheridan's shoulders.

  "Remember I told you I wouldn't share you with anyone but my master?"

  "Yes."

  "He's coming into town either tonight or tomorrow. I wanted you to know ahead of time."

  "If you wish it..."

  "Sheridan, you can say no."

  "I don't want to anger you."

  "Let me ask this—if your master commanded you to return to him, would you?"

  "Yes, without question."

  "Why?"

  "I love him. I feel empty without him. Don't get me wrong—I love you very much but what we have is different. If he asked me to marry him, I would. Please forgive me, Mistress, but my heart lies with him."

  "Until then, you'll remain my slave?"

  "Gladly, Mistress."

  Sheridan boldly kissed Stasia, needing her. Stasia pulled Sheridan tight against her, moaning softly. Sheridan pulled back, brushing her mistress’ hair from her face.

  "I love you, Mistress."

  * * * *

  Seamus Melvin took note of Doctor Greenlaw's overnight visitor but chose to ignore it. If the good doctor turned out to be a lesbian, it didn't matter—straight or gay—she died in the next thirty-six to forty-eight hours.

  He planned to rig her office once he knew she'd be staying put for a few hours—a need not hard to fill. The woman barely left her house.

  He laid his strategy for getting her to her office—the easy way, by either setting up an appointment or meeting, or the harder, more enjoyable one of physically taking her from her home to her office. He knew the ending—he planned to leave her tied up to her nice leather chair, then wait for the explosion to happen. He'd leave Sun Valley, head north and get his new face, then go home to his Irish roots.

  Melvin grinned while trying to decide what to do to her before he detonated the bomb. After all, she'd termed him a habitual and incurable sexual offender.

  "I'll just have to live up to your diagnostic sentence, won't I?"

  Eager to rig her office while positive she had no intention of going anywhere for the evening, Melvin headed to Sheridan Greenlaw's office and placed the explosive setups—another testament to his talent and expertise.

  * * * *

  Stasia parked her car and slipped into the private entrance of her establishment. When she entered her private apartment, she noticed the light blinking on the answering machine. Two messages waited—both interesting.

  The first one had been left by Doctor William Bentley.

  "Stasia, my love—Yelena has been driven from the ranch thanks to some tapes Ross just happened to see. Erika has moved up and been given the pool house, though if he finds Sheridan, she'll cede her position. He's also left for your place but, then again, I didn't make this call. Love you, Bill."

  "So, Ross found out about Yelena's underhandedness without my help. Good for him."

  The second message startled her for a second. The venom in the caller's voice came through, though it really didn't come as a surprise.

  "Stasia, you bitch! Did you call Ross? I guess you're proud of yourself, aren't you? He banished me from the ranch and his life. Are you fucking satisfied?"

  "Yes, I am,” Stasia said, erasing the messages. Now, all she had to worry about was Ross and how he would take the news they shared the same slave. Of course, she would step back if the situation went that way. She knew what would happen and strangely, she accepted her loss. Sheridan Greenlaw and Ross Beckham belonged together.

  "Ross, I love you too much to lose you from my life,” she said aloud. She drew a hot, gardenia-scented bath and slid her pleasantly sore body into it. She lay back, letting the heat consume her.

  "Ross, I hope to hell you get her back and it isn't too late. You need each other."

  Stasia rested her head against the terry of her tub pillow and relaxed. Her eyes closed and she thought of her slave and their master.

  Ross...

  Chapter 9

  While Stasia languished in a hot bath, Sheridan paced. Stasia's questions about her master and returning to him worked on her—her heart and her soul. What if Ross does want me back?

  "You told him you loved him the night before he left and didn't come back. The man never said he loved you,” Mistress Stasia emphatically told her after Sheridan proclaimed her love for the Dominatrix.

  She looked around her, seeing Ross’ influence—the gardenia plant, the piercings, the body splash, hair products, even candles. She'd told Stasia the truth—she would go to Ross in a heartbeat. She'd found the deep, abiding, once-in-a-lifetime love in a world she freely embraced now—a world foreign to every patient she'd ever had sessions with.

  "Not much of a therapist, are you?” she asked herself.

  Several weeks earlier, she'd thought quiet romance and vanilla sex were the only paths to true love. With Ross and the others, she learned it could be experienced on a highly emotional level. To totally submit one's life to another's complete control brought a deeper sense of commitment and with it, one important thing not all normal relationships ever found—trust.

  She submitted her entire being to Ross and Master R, trusting them to keep her safe. They'd done so, even when her night as a lady of the evening got out of hand. Ross had taken care of her while she dealt with her experience—one she had requested in the first place. She never blamed Ross, the mysterious Master R, or the others and couldn't.

  Threesomes—in whatever way they were made up, whether two males, one female or two females, one male or three females—heightened everything. To have two others fucking her while she did them had been an awesome experience—both times indescribable.

  How, after what I've learned about sex and my own self, can I honestly counsel anyone on their sexual behavior when I have yet to scrape the surface of my own, or my profession? She felt all the degrees she'd earned
from different universities and medical schools had lost their worth. Until I feel comfortable with everything, maybe I should take time away to do some more research. She planned to ask Stasia what she thought, needing to get someone else's opinion. What would Ross tell me?

  If she remembered right, he'd told her his dominance would not extend to her professional life, only her personal one. He had supported her then, but...

  Sheridan stopped pacing in front of her full-length mirror, gazing at her naked body. Stasia had been gone a while but Sheridan's body ached for her, only now she knew the true ache begged for Ross. The mere thought of him did it all the time. She dropped to her knees sobbing, grieving the loss of a man she needed to keep in her life. Did I ever really have him?

  * * * *

  Seamus Melvin, dressed like the night janitor, entered the reception area of Doctor Sheridan Greenlaw's office. Pushing his cart through the door, he carefully locked the door to the outer hallway behind him, then took a quick survey of the room.

  Going to the water cooler, he removed the access panel revealing a large, unused space underneath the main motor and condenser. Fitting the setup carefully inside, he replaced the panel, the water cooler appearing normal.

  He unlocked the inner door to Sheridan's office and went straight to her desk. He easily taped the second device underneath the desktop, though out of sight to anyone looking under it. All he had to do was add the detonators to both after he brought the good doctor here. He packed up his tools, then left as easily as he came in.

  "Doctor Greenlaw, your fate awaits."

  * * * *

  Ross got to Anastasia's near nine after taking a leisurely drive from the ranch in Coeur d'Alene south to her restaurant in Sun Valley. So far, his leg had answered his challenge but he knew a hot shower would help loosen up his stiff body.

  Ridge led him to his room—the Master Suite.

  "Mistress wants me to see to your needs until she can get away from the club."

  "Interesting setup."

  "And very successful."

  Ross marveled at Stasia's ability to house an elite restaurant catering to everyone along with an exclusive membership-only sex club and get away with it.

  "Would you like a slave?"