Surviving Doctor Vincent: The Good Doctor Trilogy Book 2

by Renea Mason

  “Great. Let me know if you need anything else.” He then turned and walked into the kitchen.

  Sebastian kissed my neck. “Now where were we? Oh yes...so you haven’t had sex in front of a stranger.”

  I shot him an incredulous look. “I beg to differ. That first night in Paris when I met you, Xavier and Marco at the restaurant, you were all strangers. And don’t forget the waiter.”

  He laughed. “I guess you’re right. Do you think our waiter today, William, knew I was fucking you with my fingers while he took our order?”

  “I hope not.”

  “Why? What about him?” He sliced his head in the direction of the stranger not reading the book he held.

  “I don’t know.”

  Sebastian withdrew his fingers, sucked one digit and then the other into his mouth, savoring my flavor. “You are delicious.” His hooded eyes and suggestive sweep of his tongue over his bottom lip caused the fire building within me to erupt.

  “I bet he knows now.”

  Sebastian smiled. “Without a doubt.” He grabbed my hand and placed it on his cloth-covered cock. “Feel what you do to me.”

  I squeezed and rubbed him through the fabric of his pants, remembering just how large he was and how good he felt inside me.

  He leaned his head against the leather back of the seat. “Oh... Elaine. That feels so good. I love your touch.”

  I slid my hand back and forth, creating a friction that left him incredibly hard.

  He grabbed my hand, removed it from his cock and slid from the booth. “Come on.”

  With my arm stretched, I scooted along the bench and allowed him to lead me through the restaurant.

  As we strode at a fast pace, over his shoulder he said, “I wanted to take my time, but I’ll have to save that for another day.”

  We walked out the back door, into a garden with outdoor seating. We took a brick pathway that crested a small hill. The view revealed a small pond with a gazebo.

  It was barely audible, but I heard him say, “Perfect,” nearly dragging me behind him as we made our way down the brick path and approached the large, white, wooden structure that housed several picnic tables.

  He walked to the far end of the structure, floorboards creaking under his steps. He spun, reached up under my dress, and pulled the panties down my legs. “I want nothing between me and that gorgeous pussy.”

  He grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me onto the edge of the picnic table.

  Gripping my hips, he pulled me to the edge and then lifted my dress to spread my legs. “So beautiful.” He placed his fingers on my sex and traced each ridge and crevice.

  With his other hand he undid the buckle on his belt. He looked up at the ceiling and beamed as he said under his breath, “Absolutely, perfect.”

  He removed his hand from between my legs. “Hold your hands out in front of you like this.” He linked the fingers of each hand together in a combined fist.

  I did as he asked.

  He pulled his belt free from his pants, looped the black leather around my wrists and pulled it tight, after sliding the end through the buckle. A kiss to my forehead and then simple instructions. “Raise your hands above your head.” He gathered the loose end of the belt and stepped onto the seat of the picnic table.

  I tilted my head and watched him, curious about what he had planned.

  He grabbed a braided security wire that held a string of multicolored bulbs, unhooked one of the lights, allowing it to dangle, and forced the hook it hung on through the notch on the belt. In the process, he secured my hands in an extended position above my head.

  “There. It won’t hold your weight, so you’ll need to remain seated, but it leaves you completely at my mercy.”

  The prospect excited me, causing a blush to flood my cheeks.

  He reached up and ran his hands down my arms.

  My skin tingled from the gentle touch of his fingertips.

  He cupped my chin in his hand, forcing me to meet his gaze. “I wanted to take all day to savor you, but you make that impossible. I need to fuck you. So I will. Think of this as the appetizer. I’ll see that you get the main course later. Now I ask... Do you want me to fuck you?”

  I swallowed hard and the word barely squeaked out through my desire-parched throat, “Yes.”

  “Good girl.” He unzipped his fly and pulled forth his cock, large and straining.

  Moisture dripped from my core in anticipation.

  “Do you like my cock, Elaine?” He wrapped his hand around his length.

  “Yes.”

  “What do you want me to do with it?”

  My gaze jumped from his face to his cock and back.

  My answer was simple. “Fuck me.”

  “How do you want me to fuck you? Where should I put my cock, Elaine?”

  My muscles tightened with his words. I wanted him bad.

  “Inside me.”

  He laughed. “Of course, I have to be inside you to fuck you. So, do you want me to fuck your dirty little mouth? How about your pussy? Do you want me to shove my cock into your pussy, Elaine? Or should I make you get up on your knees and let me fuck that deliciously tight ass of yours? What will it be?”

  Could I say it? I took a deep breath and on a whisper said, “My pussy.”

  “Then say it. Ask me to fuck your pussy.”

  Goosebumps broke out across my flesh and the desire inside grew hotter. I stared into his eyes. “Please, Sebastian.”

  “Please what?”

  I sighed, not knowing why I felt so bashful speaking the words. “Please, fuck my pussy.”

  He landed a quick kiss on my lips. “Good girl.” He gripped his cock and positioned the tip at my entrance. “Watch me. Watch me slide into you. Know I’m inside you.” He tilted his hips forward, pressing just the head inside my entrance. He hissed. “You are so wet. So hot.”

  I moaned.

  In one long stroke he buried himself to the hilt. “Fuck...you feel so good.” He then pulled out, his cock glistening with my juices. Another roll of his hips and he was buried inside me again.

  The belt cut into my hands every time he thrust into me. Being bound made me his. His to take. And it heightened the experience.

  He increased the pace and slipped his thumb down to rub my clit. “I love this position. Only wish I had brought accessories. One of these days, I’m going to tie you up like this in the middle of the living room and stick a vibrating plug in your ass and vibrator in your pussy and let you hang there, bound, while Xavier, Marco and I watch a football game.” He bit his lip and thrust hard. “We’ll keep tally of which one of our names you cry out with each orgasm.”

  Dear God. I shivered at the thought.

  “The winner will get to take you first.” He nibbled my earlobe. “You love knowing we all want to fuck you, don’t you? It makes you feel powerful even when we take away your choices, doesn’t it?”

  I bit my lip, so enthralled by his onslaught.

  “Tell me.”

  “Yes,” left my lips on a hiss.

  He drove me hard and fast as he covered my mouth with his. Looking up he said, “He’s probably here. The man from the table—watching us. I want him to see you come. To witness how much your body desires me.”

  He slapped my clit with the tips of his fingers and I cried out, “Fuck...”

  The rhythmic tapping against my sensitive flesh continued. He freed my breasts from the neckline of my dress with his other hand, leaving me completely exposed. “He needs to see what gorgeous tits you have.”

  My nipples were already hard and straining.

  He pinched them between his thumb and forefinger, pulling.

  I gasped.

  “Do you see him?” Sebastian’s thrusts drove hard and deep.

  “Yes.” I looked to my left. The man stood behind the gazebo post silently rubbing himself through the fabric of his brown pants.

  “He’s not new to the play then.” Sebastian forced my legs farther apart a
nd buried himself deep. He squeezed my breast hard to the point of pain and at the same time smacked my clit hard with his open hand. “Now, come for me. Now.” Another slap.

  The man pulled out his cock, stopping just outside the entrance to the gazebo. Gripping his shaft in his hand and began pumping in time with Sebastian’s thrusts.

  The sight distracted me, but Sebastian’s voice in my ear, brought me back. “You didn’t obey, naughty girls get punished.”

  He pulled out and stopped touching me, instead folded his arms and stared.

  I cried out, “No. Don’t stop. What are you doing?”

  He raised one eyebrow and fixed me with his gaze. But it was impossible to ignore his bobbing cock.

  “Are you going to give me what I want?”

  “Yes.”

  “Your pussy is so red, swollen and wet. Fuck, you’re dripping. Maybe we should just go back to the restaurant and let you think about what happens when you disobey.”

  “What? No. Please.”

  He stroked his cock and started toward me slowly. “Please, what?”

  “Please fuck me.”

  “Where? I want to hear you say it.”

  “Please fuck my pussy.”

  With his open palm he smacked my wet sex.

  I whimpered.

  “Since this is your first time, I’ll give you what you want, but in the future, if you don’t come when I tell you, you will be punished.” He slammed his cock into me. Deep, punishing thrusts and hard slaps to my clit.

  “What is the witness doing?” Sebastian murmured between thrusts.

  “He’s stroking his cock.”

  “What do you think will send him over the edge? You finally doing as you’re told and giving me your orgasm? Or do you think he wants to watch me come on your pussy?”

  I didn’t answer him.

  Punishing slap.

  “Fuck...I think he wants to see you.”

  “Do what?” A groan rumbled in his chest.

  “Come on my pussy.”

  “Good, because it’s going to happen.”

  With two fingers he rubbed my clit hard. “I’m getting close, but not before you.”

  He returned to tapping his fingers against my clit. “When I slap you hard you’re going to come. Until then I want you to think about that man over there deriving pleasure from watching us make love. About how at this moment, you are mine. That my cock is inside you, fucking you and there is nothing you can do about it, about how as soon as I slap your clit, your ecstasy is going to make two men come.” He groaned. “Look down and watch me fuck you.”

  The sight of his cock disappearing inside me had me on the precipice. How it was slickened with my juices. How his fingers danced on my clit to the same rhythm.

  “Now.” His hand raised and then impacted my swollen nub.

  The sting gave way to rapture. I screamed. My orgasm claimed my body. My legs stiffened, I clutched my hands together and growled through gritted teeth.

  Sebastian continued to fuck me through the waves of passion.

  “God, I love seeing you come.”

  I glanced over to see the man’s face twisted into a look between agony and pleasure as he spilled his seed onto the grass.

  Sebastian pumped harder. “Oh, yes...” He gripped his cock in one hand, withdrew, pumped it furiously, and allowed the streams of thick white cum to land on my overheated sex. He worked his shaft until the final droplet dripped from the tip. He stared at me. His chest rose and fell with each rapid inhalation. “You’re so beautiful.”

  I smiled while still trying to catch my breath.

  Silent but for the chirping birds and rustling wind, we savored the moment. Soon the feel of the belt pinching my skin cut through the euphoria.

  I wiggled, trying to make it more comfortable. Sebastian must have noticed the grimace on my face.

  “Hang on, I’ll get you down. First, let me clean you up.” He tucked his cock back into his pants, zipped and buttoned them, before pulling a napkin from his pocket. He cleaned the sticky cum and wetness from my sex as he kissed me, and then he lowered my dress. “Thank you,” he breathed against my mouth.

  He tossed the used paper into the trash and stood on the seat again to unhook his belt.

  The man still had not left. His pants were properly fastened, but he leaned against the side of the gazebo. Sebastian paid him no mind.

  The belt pulled tighter for a second and then my hands were free. My arms fell stiff into my lap.

  Sebastian jumped down from the seat, threaded his belt back into place and then positioned himself in front of me. He gripped my biceps and massaged the muscles.

  His prodding fingers eased the ache. “It’s important to spend time together like this. I don’t want you to ever confuse my dominance in lovemaking for anything else. There will always be respect and so much more between us. I might test your limits, but in these moments, it’s important I remind you that it’s my affection for you that allows us this.” He raised one of my arms and held my forearm in both hands, kneading the achy flesh with this thumbs. He inspected my wrist. His brow furrowed. “What’s this? How did it happen?” He ran his fingers over the bumpy skin of my wrist.

  “It’s a scar. I was in a car accident a few years back. I was lucky. It was my only real injury.”

  “That’s remarkable. I would have guessed it was something deliberate.” He turned it. “The pattern seems so precise, surgical even, but the pattern doesn’t make sense.”

  I caught the man moving closer out of the corner of my eye. Sebastian pivoted toward him. “What are you doing? You shouldn’t be this close. Show’s over. Move along. You know the rules. You’re supposed to leave.”

  “Let me see it. I want to see her wrist,” he said in an unfamiliar accent. Eastern European perhaps?

  Sebastian yanked me off the table and pushed me behind him.

  “No. Now leave. I’m not going to tell you again. You know you’re not permitted to speak to the actors. They’ll take your band if they find out.”

  Just then from behind us we heard a voice call out, “Sir, I’m sorry to bother you, one of the other patrons said they saw you come down here. Are you planning to come back to your table, would you like to eat here, or should I have your food packed up for you?”

  Sebastian reached back and grabbed my hand. Backing us away from the witness.

  I stumbled. Sebastian steadied me and turned toward the waiter. He reached into his pocket, pulled out several bills, and handed them to William. “Pack it up, we’re leaving.”

  The waiter nodded and looked at the wad of cash.

  “Lead the way, young man, we’ll wait in the restaurant.” Sebastian urged us forward but kept a cautious eye on the stranger in tweed.

  From behind us, the witness called out. “What is your name? I have something to tell you.”

  I paused to answer, but Sebastian yanked me forward. “Don’t look back. Ignore him.”

  I whispered, but my voice was still loud enough for the waiter to hear, “What does he want?”

  “It’s unimportant. We’re not staying to find out.”

  The waiter opened the door, and we followed behind him. He stopped and turned to us. “If you wait right here, I’ll get your food. I had the kitchen keep it warm for you.” He disappeared between the two swinging doors.

  Sebastian glanced back at the entrance to the garden. “This guy just doesn’t give up. Let’s go. He’s following us. We’ll stop to get something to eat somewhere else.” He pulled me toward the front of the restaurant. We passed the hostess, and he picked up the pace on the way to the car. He pressed the button on his key fob to unlock the door and opened it for me. “Hurry up, get in.”

  I grabbed the frame of the door and slid into the car. He slammed the door behind me. Seconds later, he fell into the driver’s seat, pressed the ignition, and then threw the car into gear. The tires squealed and gravel pelted a nearby trashcan as we sped away.

  Sebasti
an cut the wheel to the right, and I slammed against the passenger door. “Get your seat belt on.”

  There was no room for negotiation in his command.

  I reached for the strap but was thrown into the console, bracing my hand on his knee.

  He growled. “Seat belt. Now.”

  I managed to lock the buckle in place before the next turn tossed me against the door, again.

  “What the hell is going on?”

  He ran his hand through his hair. “Stupid. So stupid.”

  “What?”

  “I’m supposed to be protecting you, and I exposed you to some psycho. They must not vet people like they used to. But that’s not the thing that pisses me off most.”

  “What is it then?”

  “Intuition. The one thing intelligence training taught me was that when something feels wrong, assume it is. They talk about the perception of the unperceivable. I didn’t pick up on anything because I was so focused on you.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  He reached over and gripped my hand, guiding it to his mouth to kiss my knuckles. He placed a soft kiss on the back. “There is no need to be sorry. I enjoyed the distraction. It just means I need to be more careful.”

  “Why would he want to know my name?”

  “Who knows. But there are rules. Very clearly defined rules. If this is reported to the club they’ll kick him out. A witness is never supposed to talk to the actors. Never. The difference between kink and crazy is adherence to the rules. Rules make it consenting and when they are broken, willingness gets called into question. The witness-actor relationship is similar to that of a real actor and a stage prop—necessary to enhance the scene but should never interfere. When stage props start talking...I’m so sorry, Elaine. I should have known better.” He beat his hands against the steering wheel.

  “It’s OK. Nothing bad happened. Just a little...awkward.”

  He squeezed my hand. “I won’t be so foolish with your safety again. We’ll stop by a market and pick up a few things and then head back to the cabin. We should stay there. It’s the safest bet.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Marked

  He pulled into a gravel driveway and patted my leg. “Let’s go and see what treasures we can find.”