by Nicole Casey
“Why this place though?” I asked him.
Marcus shrugged and replied, “I never wanted to be a banker, to be honest. I wanted to be like Daxter or Trevor Wild. I wanted to be famous and to be in the front lines of the media. I even took acting classes and worked as a model for a few years.”
“So why the sudden change in course?” I had to keep pressing. This was my only chance to get to peel off his protective layer.
“I wasn’t born rich,” he then explained. That revelation came as a bit of a shock. He then continued on, “My dad was a football coach and my mother worked at a diner. They were real simple folk, you know? I always thought I’d grow up and have a simple life like them too. But then my sister kept on getting in trouble.”
I raised an eyebrow in question, “You have a sister?”
“Oh yeah, but we never talk nowadays,” he answered. “She was always getting into trouble with boys, drugs and the like. In the end I had to drop my dreams of being a model and actor so I could help her out. I studied accountancy and management because mathematics was the only other field I was good at.”
“So you became a banker to save your sister?”
His gaze strayed from the horizon and he looked at me, “That’s right. I ended up having to work as her financial advisor and that hooked me up with more clients until I eventually got linked to some of the big players and corporate leaders. That’s how I made my wealth.”
“I want to earn a lot of money like you,” I then told him. My thoughts trailed for a moment and I thought of my mom. “My father was an asshole but my mom… you’ll like her, she’s really sweet. I just want to give her a good life, you know?”
“If this business turns out successful then you’ll make that dream come true,” he then told me. Marcus then got up on his feet and offered his hand to help me back up. “Come on, it’s time to take you home.”
I smiled, happy to have had this chance to just sit and talk, and grabbed his hand.
20
Marcus
I finally drove her home. It was a little sad to see her go. There was always the possibility that she’d take the money and never talk to me again. We still had over thirty days for our BDSM contract but she already got what she wanted and I did too – I was just lenient enough to let her go early.
After I dropped her off, I spent the rest of the evening at Mercury Wild. No one was there except for Trevor and Jasmine but they were too busy organizing a new event to promote Daxter and Noelle’s newest fashion line.
To keep myself busy, I ordered a few drinks and flirted around with a couple of random girls I met dancing to the music. None of the three girls I hung out with could compare to Natasha. None of them were as young, as hot or as submissive as she was. None of them had her intelligence either.
By two in the morning I was drunk and uncertain of what to do next. I ditched the girls when they went into the bathroom and drove away as quickly as I could. They wouldn’t miss me anyway. There was also some other rich guy for them to leech onto.
As soon as I got away from the bar, I took a moment to rest by a pancake diner. I was still a little too drunk to be driving anyway so I took the time to rest and sober up a bit. I did order some blueberry waffles and coffee just so I could stay a while longer.
While I sat there in my car, in the parking lot, my thoughts trailed and I quickly thought of Natasha. The image of her succulent, young and delicious body got me hard so quickly it was a struggle to not masturbate in my seat, especially when I thought of her soft, pink lips and how her pussy would moisten whenever she’d catch sight of my cock.
Yet the longer I thought of her the more I realized I missed her.
I missed the spunk in her voice and the way she would defiantly speak back every now and then. I missed how she’d look at me with those big puppy eyes before I’d whip her and fuck her senseless. I missed the sound of her voice when she’d moan in pleasure and beg for me to keep pounding into her pussy.
I couldn’t say I loved her – no, we were too far gone from that – but I did feel attached to her. Whether it was because she was truly the ideal slave or because she was just so unique and pleasing to be with, I could never tell.
“Damn it,” I whispered to myself as I slammed a fist on the steering wheel. I pushed her too hard and too soon. I had thirty-nine days to slowly train her and get her addicted to this lifestyle. I had thirty-nine fucking days and I rushed through it in a week.
I got impatient. I got too excited.
Furious and a little disappointed with myself, I hopped out of the car and crossed the street. There was a small motel with a coffee shop. As drunk as I was I knew I couldn’t drive home. I had to settle for a room and just sleep the alcohol out of my system.
I didn’t bother taking a shower or wasting my time watching a movie. I just plopped down on the bed and shut my eyes. It didn’t take long for me to drift off to sleep.
When I awoke the next morning I heard my phone buzzing. I groggily reached for it and to my surprise I found a text message from Natasha. That really woke me up and I quickly sat up to read what she had to say.
“Daddy, I got the money,” her message read. “I’m already scouting for a place to launch my business. Thank you so much. Will you pick me up later? I have something to say but I want to say it in person.”
For a long while I just stared at my phone, reading the words over and over again. She did say she wanted to meet up with me again, right? I had to really digest her message and it occurred to me that I had to be careful with this. Her message was a double-edged sword.
Natasha did not specify if she wanted to continue on with our BDSM contract. She did not specifically ask if we had another session planned. She didn’t flirt with me in the message and did not imply if we were going to have sex again.
However, she also didn’t say that this was farewell. There was really no indication on her intentions except for the fact that she had something important to say.
That was enough motivation for me to get going.
I texted back and told her that yes, we would meet again tonight. I still had to go to the office and I was sure she had a lot of things to finish now that she had the cash to get her business going. I simply instructed her to wait for me at her apartment by eight o’clock in the evening. She could wear whatever she wanted.
Once the message was sent, I quickly got back in motion. I took a shower, checked out of the motel and drove back home to my manor. There I changed my clothes, had some coffee and drove to the office. Felicia had already been busy at work for a few hours and I was grateful that she was still so diligent even when I wasn’t around.
Time passed by so slowly for the rest of the day. I was anxious to get out and prepare for the evening to come but I was buried underneath so much paperwork. I decided to finally give in and allowed Felicia to draft an advertisement so we could expand the company. I had more money than most billionaires I guessed it wouldn’t hurt to spend some cash to improve my business.
When that was all done and the office was closed I still had to eat my dinner, oversee some business at the manor and then drive over to Mercury Wild to aid both Trevor and Daxter with their businesses. I was their banker after all.
It was nearly seven-thirty when I was finally free. I didn’t waste time and bid Trevor good-bye before dashing my way out of the bar and into my vehicle. I drove out to Natasha’s apartment in a hurry and pondered what it was she had to tell me.
Natasha was out of her apartment and out in the street when I finally arrived. To my most utter surprise, I found her in a large shirt on and no socks or shoes. Even in the dark I noticed she had no bra on as her nipples pressed against the fabric of her clothes. I could only assume she wore no panties either.
She waved at me and before I could step out of the vehicle she opened the passenger door and hopped right inside.
21
Natasha
“Hello, daddy,” I greeted him with a smile. It
was the best smile I could muster and it glowed with all the joy and genuine excitement I had bursting from within me.
“Y-you’re wearing what I requested more than a week ago,” he commented as he looked at me, studying me as I leaned on my seat.
I nodded at him and began to explain, “Daddy, you did your part of the deal. You promised me you’d secure me a business loan if I became your sex slave. I had never experienced BDSM before and I was a virgin when this whole madness started but to be completely honest, I love this.”
Marcus looked at me with a confused expression on his face. I had to elaborate further. It only made sense – any other girl may have run away and gone home, taking the money to do business elsewhere. I did attempt that but he saved me and that was something I was never going to forget.
I then explained further, “Daddy, I need someone like you,” I admitted to him. “I need someone who knows how to be in charge. I need someone who can control me, dominate me and put me in my place but still respect my boundaries and my identity. You showed me all that. I feel comfortable with you.”
“But you don’t love me,” he pointed out.
I shrugged and looked at him as I said, “I don’t know. I just know that I am quite attached to you, daddy. I live to see you every day of my life. I get excited when you tease me about punishing me or rewarding me.”
“That’s definitely a lot to go on,” Marcus agreed. He then asked, “Does that mean you’re staying here?”
I nodded and told him, “Not only that but I’m going to honor our contract. You let me go but you still have like a month to own me and use me as you see fit. I am still your slave.”
“I let you go because you deserved to be free,” he elaborated. “You could have taken the money and left.”
My heartbeat got faster as I mustered the words I wanted to say the most, “I want to be with you, daddy. I don’t just want to complete the contract but I want to become your slave for as long as we get enjoyment out of this relationship. You opened my eyes to a whole new world and I want to stay in it.”
Marcus looked shock but even then he never lost his cool. That was one of the best traits about him – he always looked so serious and never put up for nonsense. Unlike so many other men I had met in my life, Marcus was far more mature, determined and definitely more brutal with his viewpoint on life.
He didn’t smile but I could see the pleasure burning in his eyes. He looked at me, piercing me with his cold stare, and then told me, “Good. It’s also good to see you are dressed for the occasion. If you’re ready to go we’re going to make a quick stop before heading to the house. Before that though; how is your business venture going now?”
I smiled and answered, “It’s going perfectly well. I have to go tomorrow to the city hall and begin processing the business papers and registration. I still need to look for a suitable place to set up the shop. I did look into a few ads online and made a few calls to schedule a visit.”
A sense of pride swelled in my chest as I said those words. His investment in me wasn’t going to go to waste. I would be able to pay the loan and the lenders back quickly. Then I could focus solely on building my profit and hopefully bring my mom here as well. I needed to get her away from that boring life in the middle of nowhere.
I was going to say more, excited to spill the beans about all my plans and what I’d do once the tattoo shop was flourishing, when I suddenly saw him lean in. Before I knew what was happening I felt his lips press against mine. The warmth and moisture of his kiss sent a shock through my body but instead of revolting I melted into it and welcomed it further.
Before I knew it I was kissing back, opening my lips just enough so his tongue could slide in and play with mine. His heavy hands crushed me under their weight, gripping my arms tightly as he squeezed.
Our lips then parted and I looked at him with a gasp and a whisper of a moan.
“Don’t leave, okay?” he asked. For the first time in a long time I looked straight into his eyes and I saw the longing in his gaze.
I smiled, cupped his face and said, “Daddy, I’m yours. I promise you that. I will always be yours.”
“You’re not really my girlfriend though,” he then commented. “Neither of us can say we’re truly in love.”
“Then let me be your girlfriend and your slave,” I exclaimed. “Let’s take it nice and slow and see how this develops. If we aren’t in love then I can still be your slave. If we are in love then let’s take the next step. I don’t know what it is but we’ll know when we get there.”
Marcus seemed to be okay with that. He smiled at me and wrapped an arm around my waist. He then told me, “Well, if you’re going to be my girlfriend, then I guess we have to fulfill the expectations that come with that. How about I introduce you to some of my friends at Mercury Wild?”
My jaw dropped when I heard Mercury Wild. I nodded without saying a single word.
“I’ll introduce you to Damon – you know him right? He’s always on television. I’ll let you meet Daxter and Noelle too since I noticed you like to wear clothes from their brand.”
That was a lot to take into. I was excited. However, I stopped him momentarily and pointed out that I was not wearing something appropriate for such a highly regarded bar and restaurant.
“Don’t worry – you’re a slut to me but not to everyone else. Let’s drop by a shop I know downtown. The place is open twenty-four-seven and I bet we can find something nice for you to wear.”
I giggled and agreed to that plan.
For the first time we would get to do something a little normal. We would get to go out like a regular couple, meet up with friends, drink and dance.
Of course, behind closed doors I would be his little plaything and obey his every word. I was his princess and also his slut.
I leaned in and gave Marcus a kiss on the cheek before I said, “Okay then, daddy. Let’s go.”
With that said, he showed me the first smile he ever gave in my presence and drove off to Mercury Wild.
The End
Doctor Daddy
A Billionaire Doctor Romance
1
Janie
My legs were shaking as I walked into the clinic for my very first day. It was a warm summer’s day and for a fleeting second, I wished I were on the beach or out sailing on my friend Amy’s boat while talking about old times with her.
However, I had spent God knows how many hours of my life studying in order for this moment to arrive. All those years of studying late at night under a flickering light bulb and of being a bag of nerves on exam days had finally paid off.
I still didn’t know how I had managed to land a job as a nurse in the prestigious Sanchez clinic, where the stars went to improve their looks. Sure, all my efforts had led to excellent results in my final exams but I had still expected to start out my career in a run-down urban hospital or in some sort of under-staffed medical center in the middle of nowhere.
Instead, I would be helping the world renowned Dr. Frank Sanchez to treat the rich and famous. Ridiculously wealthy people came here from all over the world to get the best plastic surgery treatments that money could buy.
In fact, just last week I had been transfixed by the sight of a famous pop star’s new nose. I had no idea what her name was – well, I’m more of a classic rock gal these days – but it was rumored that Dr. Frank had worked his magic on her once-massive hooter.
This wasn’t a good day to try on giant high heels for the first time in my life. Yet my little sister -the irrepressible Daisy – had convinced me that it was the best way to make a good impression. No, it was the only way, she insisted.
I stumbled slightly on the thick, luscious carpet that probably cost more than my entire house and tottered up to the reception desk. As I looked up I saw that Doctor Frank Sanchez himself was standing there looking at me with an impenetrable expression on his face.
The doctor was famous for the fabulous wealth and fame that his skill with his ha
nds had given him, as well as for being notoriously shy and reclusive. I had been incredibly nervous before the job interview with him last week and his deep voice and abrupt way of speaking had made me feel even worse.
I had left that interview feeling certain that there had been a certain spark between us, though. He had complimented me on my outfit and there was no doubt that his eyes had lingered just a millisecond longer than they had to. He was too much of a gentleman and a professional to hit on me in an interview but I felt sure that he was interested in me as more than a future nurse in his clinic.
Despite this, I had still felt intimidated by the tall, broad doctor with the swarthy looks when he looked at me with his penetrating gaze. He seemed to the type of man who never really let you know what was going on in his head.
The truth is that I have always had a soft spot for older, intelligent men. The doctor’s longish gray hair and sparkling dark eyes had captivated me in a way that I hadn’t felt for a long time.
He had maintained a youthful look that belied the 20 year age difference between us. Under his crisp, white shirt and casual dark trousers, I could make out the clear signs of a guy who spent a lot of time in the gym.
I tried to shake these thoughts out of my head as Doctor Sanchez wandered over to greet me. However, I have to confess that I stole a glance at his ring finger so see whether my fantasies had even the smallest chance of coming true. There was no ring there.
“Hi Jane, great to see you again. Want to come into my office a moment?” His voice was friendly yet firm, like the kind of guy who knows what he wants and is used to getting it without any fuss. He didn’t seem like the sort of boss that you upset if you wanted to stay here for long.
