by Christy Poff
"White BMW—it's the only one of that model class I've seen around this area."
"Damn it, this is all screwed up."
* * * *
Investigators at the site of an explosion at a Sun Valley doctor's office found the remains of a man in the ruins. The man has been identified as Seamus Melvin, an escaped convict from London. The bombing happened at the offices of Doctor Sheridan Greenlaw, one of four Melvin vowed to kill at his sentencing several years ago. Melvin was the prime suspect in the murder of the sitting judge, prosecutor and the psychiatrist testifying at his trial in London—all dead within hours of his escape from prison. Doctor Greenlaw, presently living in Idaho, testified against him becoming the fourth target of his murderous act of revenge. An expert in the use of explosives, he had been connected to and suspected of several bombings for the IRA. The explosion in Idaho destroyed most of the doctor's office, her reception area and one office immediately below the blast.
Chapter 11
Yelena heard the news about the explosion at Sheridan's offices and smiled. The report had not mentioned whether the good doctor had survived or not but if she had not, maybe Yelena could get back into Ross’ good graces and return to the life she'd become accustomed to.
Ross would be distraught and weak, needing comfort and she'd be there for him in every way. Yelena began watching the ranch from a secluded area across the highway from the front gate. As soon as she saw him, she'd set her plan in motion.
She didn't have long to wait. Ross’ sleek black Mercedes CL55 drove into the compound, only someone was with him. She followed the car to the front of the house using binoculars. The moment she saw the person with him, she cursed.
"You've got to go ... once and for all,” she vowed.
* * * *
Ross drove back to the ranch as fast as he legally could. Sheridan sat next to him, her seat reclined back. She'd doze off every now or then, sleeping for a few minutes but extremely restless. At one point, he reached for her hand, immediately calming her.
When she remained awake, she didn't say much, if anything. He didn't want to push her—she'd already had enough to deal with but he had to do something.
"Do you want to talk?"
"Not really."
"I'll listen when you're ready."
"I know."
An hour later, he pulled through the gates of the Spread R Bar Ranch driving up the long driveway to the front of the mansion.
"We're here,” he gently said. Getting out of the car, he walked to her side and helped her from the passenger seat.
The front door opened, Erika, Alvaro and Garth greeting them.
"Welcome back, Sheridan, and congratulations."
Alvaro and Garth kissed her.
"We really missed you,” they told her.
"Thank you,” she whispered, molding her body to Ross’ for support. Ross nodded and the three of them left, heading for the pool house. He took her inside the huge house, Sheridan feeling the warmth of it comforting.
"Mi casa es su casa, mi amor."
Sheridan gazed around her, a hint of a smile on her face, though fleeting.
"I didn't think I'd ever come back here. Now that I'm here, I'm afraid of leaving."
"Leaving? Why?"
"I feel like I've let you down."
"Why?” he asked.
"I think I've lost the baby."
"When?"
"Before we left the hospital. I...” she started to try to explain, tears overwhelming her as she broke down.
He pulled her to him, holding her tight against him.
"I'm so sorry,” he said.
"I felt cramping, then nothing but..."
"It's all right. You don't have to go on but I do want you to see Bentley.” She nodded. “Now, tell me why you think you have to leave."
"I've lost the baby and I feel like I've failed you. I can't imagine you wanting a daily reminder of this loss."
"Are you out of your mind? I don't ever want you to leave me. I can't live without you. My God, Sheridan, I love you."
Sheridan looked at him, tears in her eyes.
Ross held her tighter.
"What did he say to you?"
"A lot of things. I think the thing bothering me the most is when he thought I couldn't hear him."
"What did he say?"
"He called me a slut. He called me all sorts of things right before he smashed my office. Later, he told me he paid Suzette to question me, then killed her after the job had been completed—all of it a part of his revenge."
"Baby, I'm so sorry. Tell me what to do to help you."
"I may be worse off now than before."
"I can help you through this and you have the others. Erika didn't want you to leave in the first place. Garth and Alvaro couldn't stop talking about you. They look forward to serving you."
"Me? I'm your submissive—their submissive. How could..."
"You will be my wife. They know where you fit into my life and respect you while loving you."
While he talked, he slid his finger down her blouse, undoing the buttons.
"Ross..."
"I like the shorter style shirts,” he complimented.
"Ross..."
"What?"
"Take me to bed and fuck me senseless. Please, Master, use me. I want you to dominate me in every way imaginable."
"Tell me more..."
"Tell me how to dress, what to do, how you want me to..."
"Shh, I understand but I need to know something."
"What?"
"When we go out in public, if I tell you to lift your skirt up so I can see you gorgeous cunt..."
"I will do it because I know you won't make me do anything to embarrass myself."
"And sharing..."
"Only with Stasia, Erika, Alvaro and Garth."
"Your practice?"
"Closed—never again, like we talked about."
"You are a brilliant woman and I don't want you to waste away."
"I won't."
"Then help me run the ranch and my other interests. I want my wife always at my side."
"Anything. I'll do anything to be with you. I cannot live without you, Ross. You are my life."
"And you are mine, Doc."
She unbuttoned his shirt needing to touch his naked chest. She feathered kisses over his skin, nipping his nipples while sliding it off his shoulders. He in turn removed her blouse, Sheridan bare-breasted save her piercings. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs playing over her nipples.
"Lose the rest of your clothes—now, slave."
"Yes, Master.” Then she gasped. While he sent shocks through her body by teasing her overly sensitive buds, his mouth covered hers, his tongue delving deep within. She moaned, heat coursing through her. The moment she slipped out of her jeans, her hands went to his belt. Moments later, they stood naked, their kiss unbroken while his cock throbbed between them.
"Tell me what you want, my lovely slave."
"I want to be bound. You told me about Shibari. I want you to do it. I want to be gagged, unable to move or say a word, and I want you to fuck me as hard as you can."
His cock swelled more, needing her luscious lips surrounding it.
"Suck my cock, then I'll bind you."
Instantly, he felt her mouth envelop his cock as she took him deep into her throat. Feverishly, she took him, setting a pace he felt the need to match. Holding her head, he took over, hammering his cock into her mouth, his seed bursting into her.
Hungrily, she took his essence, laving his cock.
"Stand up and come with me."
She followed him to a room in the other wing of the huge mansion. He opened the door, telling Sheridan to go in. She heard the door lock behind them, then watched as he brought the lights up. In the center of the floor lay a beautiful mosaic pattern. She looked at it waiting for Ross’ next command.
"Stand here,” he said, pointing to the pattern's center. She did, quietly watching every move of his muscular body. He cam
e back to her with satin ribbons and several other types of restraint.
First, he attached a leather collar at her neck. It had eight rings attached to it, Sheridan wondering what he had planned.
"The art of Shibari is used for one of two things—sexual stimulation or torture. You will be bound in such a way as to cause intense pleasure, though you may feel pain at first. When it is done correctly, a participant may be left for hours in a highly aroused state. This is one of the reasons I plan to give you several more piercings, along with wanting you bejeweled. Are you ready?"
"Yes, Master."
"This is usually done with rope or hemp but I'd rather use satin on your beautiful, unblemished body. I intend to put you into a body harness. When I am done, the satin will literally hold you immobile. Your breasts will be bound tightly forcing all the blood and sensitivity to your already aroused nipples. Your arms will be bound behind you—unable to move, your entire body at my mercy."
Sheridan grinned.
"My body is at your mercy now, Master."
"Outstanding. Now, we begin..."
Ross bound her breasts—first the left, then the right and finishing with both breasts together. She felt the surge of erotic sensations at her nipples.
"My God,” she gasped.
"What?"
"I can feel my heart beating in my nipples."
"Good,” he said, taking her arms behind her. “I know you like the arm binder, so I thought I'd use a different one. I want you to cross your arms behind you, your hands at your elbows. He wrapped leather around her forearms, leaving her hands free. Not only did it render her arms useless, she could still use her hands in an interesting twist. He attached the next ribbons to the binder, then created the harness which incorporated the collar. The last ribbon he held before her went over her clit, the pressure phenomenal.
"Sit down, cross your legs and I will do the last binding."
Sheridan knelt, then sat in the position he wanted. He cuffed her hands to her feet putting her into a tight, immovable position.
"How do you feel, my love?” he asked.
"It's amazing. I feel everything. I want to come, Master."
"No, you may not. I'm not through yet.” He pulled out a thick silk scarf, tying it around her mouth. He looked at his creation, his cock swelling more.
Ross lifted her off the floor, then placed her in the center of a round mattress. Supporting her entire body with pillows, he used a feather to trace the curves of her body. She jolted from its light touch, her hands clenching.
"All I have to do is tug..."
Sheridan jolted again, thrills coursing through her. She tried to fight, the inability to do so a complete sexual rush. The more she moved or tried to, the more the satin harness applied pressure to specific points. Her moans drove him more, his body wanting hers. He watched her tremble, her body on the edge.
Ross stretched out next to her, taking her nipple between his teeth. She arched a little moving her body enough to allow him to surprise her by sliding three fingers into her pussy. Slowly, he began finger fucking her hot wet core, passion ruling as he pounded her.
"Come, slave,” he whispered in her ear.
Despite the scarf, she cried out, her body wild with lust-filled insanity. He reached over to the nightstand, grabbing an anal plug. While her pussy tightened its hold on his fingers, he inserted the plug and switched it on. The bindings did their job while a climax bathed her body in ecstatic tremors.
While she shook, he tortured her nipples with the feather. She begged him to let her come despite the scarf. He blew on her nipples, her body crazed. He moved around her, pushing her legs back.
"Get ready, slave,” he told her, her frustrated groans pleasing him. He knew what she wanted and would give it to her—at the right time.
Ross lazily laved her clit, nipping it before he drove his tongue into her delicious pussy. It didn't take long for her to climax and when she did, she drowned him in the essence of Sheridan, one of musky gardenia and total love.
Sheridan cried out, fighting to be near him. The more she arched and writhed, the hotter and nearer the edge she became. Moans of erotic pain and pleasure filtered through the scarf, Ross continuing to assault every sense she had.
"Feed me more, Sheridan,” he said, tugging on the ribbons while sliding his hand to her nipple. A light brush, then a pinch—both overwhelming, causing her to drown him in her nectar.
She closed her eyes, the feelings intense. Never had emotions like this overtaken her. Ross had taken her to a level she never imagined possible and greedily, she wanted more.
Ross took her to the edge, Sheridan unaware of him releasing her feet, then stretching her legs out. She writhed to relieve the pain but languished in the pleasure, her bindings driving her more.
Spreading her legs, he drove his cock into her, impaling her on his massive shaft. Instinctively, her pussy clenched around him, holding him captive.
"As you desire,” he said, pounding into her as hard as he could. He paused, licking her nipples and removing the scarf.
"You told me to fuck you hard and your hot, waiting cunt has my cock imprisoned within you. I will take you, Sheridan, as my Mistress has commanded and you will look at me while I do so. Call to me, Sheridan."
"Yes, Master, please fuck me till I'm unconscious. Give me your child. Use me, play with me ... Master..."
While she spoke, he hammered her pussy while teasing her nipples, torturing her clit and kissing her. Sheridan held him with her legs, arching to be near him and doing anything she could to touch him. He neared the edge and squeezed her breasts, Sheridan screaming as he exploded within her. His lips covered hers, sweat beading between them.
She broke their kiss crying out, her body out of control.
"I love you, Ross,” she gasped.
"I love you, too."
He pulled back, gently flipped her to her stomach and freed her arms, massaging them. He pushed her onto the pillows, lifting her hips and bringing her to her knees. Entering her after he increased the pulsations on the anal plug, he pulled her tight against him, his throbbing shaft swelling inside her.
"Shall I..."
"Yes, Ross, please."
He did as she begged, fucking her hard. Sheridan rose up, her breasts bound and moving with each thrust. He held them and pinched her nipples when he released his seed into her body.
"I pray I have obeyed your wishes."
* * * *
Yelena made plans. She knew of one area in the mansion where she could get rid of her competition, no one the wiser.
In the rear of the west wing, she'd found a small apartment. She would take the good doctor there, then leave her to die while she created an alibi using Ross.
Thoughts of Erika, Alvaro and Garth came to her. If they got in her way, they'd die too, along with anybody else who did the same. Nothing would stop her from having Ross Beckham all to herself.
Yelena began planning her next move. Fortunately, she could travel throughout the mansion using the secret passages she'd found years before while exploring the estate. She'd never mentioned this to anyone and felt sure Ross had no clue. She'd listen and strike at the right time.
She smiled to herself. Soon, Master...
* * * *
Sheridan woke, stretched across the center of their bed. Ross had taken her back to the master suite—his room. He'd told her this room was hers since she was the mistress of the house.
"I want you as my wife and see no reason why we can't share our lives together in every way. All marriage is in a relationship like ours is the presence of legal commitment. Physically and emotionally, we are already man and wife in every way."
"I like the way that sounds,” she agreed.
Sheridan found a single long-stemmed red rose waiting with a note.
Soak in the Jacuzzi, then dress in the clothes I've left for you. Meet me at the foot of the staircase. R
Heat coursed through her more when she ran her fingertips
over his handwriting. Setting the note down with the rose, she padded into the bathroom where the Jacuzzi waited, bubbling and hot—just the right temperature. Languishing in the soothing water, she let the heat ease her soreness. She loved the resulting feel of mind-blowing sex.
A short while later, she dried off and went into the dressing area of the huge walk-in closet. On the bench in the center of it lay her clothes—dark blue jeans, red top and thong. She slipped into the dark blue lacy piece of lingerie, then the jeans and a pair of black boots. Standing, she picked up the shirt, her breath catching.
She'd heard about leather blouses but had never seen one up close, much less owned one. She loved it, sliding her arm into the long-sleeved shirt. The leather felt heavy but the soft satin lining felt cool against her skin. It tied closed in two places while a secret hook-and-eye closure ensured no wardrobe malfunction took place.
Sheridan looked in the mirror, liking the shorter top with no collar, though it showed a lot of skin. Ross has great taste.
Going downstairs, she stopped, staring at Ross. He wore a black Versace suit with a midnight blue shirt and black tie. He waited for her, his obvious reaction to her making her feel extremely special. The weight of the shirt combined with the soft chill of the top's satin lining brushing over her overly sensitive nipples, plus seeing Ross caused her to gasp. She wanted release but knew she'd have to wait—glorious torture.
"Sheridan, you look great in red."
"Thank you. You should wear only black or darker colors. They bring out your dark side."
"Dark side?"
"The one only I see,” she said devilment in her eyes.
"You wait until the next time I tie you up."
"I don't know if I can."
He kissed her, then led her outside to where the limo waited. He helped her inside, got in and the driver drove away.
"Where are we going?"
"Into Spokane. We have some shopping to do."
"Shopping? For what, Master?"
"You'll see,” he said, pulling her tight against his body. His hand slid underneath her shirt, squeezing her breast. He found the hook-and-eye closure and separated it after pulling the ties loose.
"You're beautiful, Sheridan,” he said, then took her nipple ring between his teeth and tugged. Her groan pleased him.
