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Oliver thought about the things Victoria said to tease and taunt him. He would love to touch her face, even just that, let alone her breasts. But he couldn’t. He shook his head until the silk underwear fell on the pillow. His look, when he saw her impaled on his cock, was imploring.
“You may speak now, Oliver. But only briefly so be sure to get right to the point.”
“Please, my Mistress, have mercy on me. Since I have never done this before, I…I am having trouble controlling…please help me, release me.”
“Release you? How Oliver? You mean literally or euphemistically?”
“Both, Mistress, I beg of you.”
“You have been a good student, Oliver. I will release your right hand to do as you please as long as you control yourself.”
Oliver nodded.
Victoria leaned towards the nightstand and reached for the antique silver stiletto she had placed there. As she did, she intentionally leaned her breasts into Oliver’s face, a lavender laced temptation beyond his wildest dreams. The soft fragrant flesh, full and round, was cleaved between the two and Oliver wanted to stick his tongue in the cleft. She was unbelievably magnificent.
Victoria put the blade of the stiletto under the boa tied to Oliver’s right wrist and snapped up. His arm dropped immediately. She leaned into him, his cock still buried deep inside of her, and kissed the blood that had dried on his chin when he bit his lip. She sucked his jaw where it had collected, flicking her tongue over it as she did as though it was a clitoris.
Oliver was sure he no longer needed the cock ring, but said nothing to Victoria. He did not want to ruin the ongoing thrill, but he felt flush, manly—he felt like a real man. And he knew he didn’t know what he was doing.
“You are magnificent, Mistress.”
“Yes, thank you, Oliver. I have a special flair for intimacy, Oliver, but I only like to share myself with men that I think will appreciate me. Clearly, you appreciate me. Your cock is steely and firm. I am so enjoying this ride. I am so enjoying you, Oliver.”
“And I you, Mistress. May I touch you?”
“Yes, Oliver, you may, but…”
He reached for her with his right hand.
“…you may touch me once and only once so satisfy your desires keenly.”
Oliver withdrew his hand as he thought.
“Ah…” Victoria whispered to him as he thought.
“Your face. I want to touch your face, your lips, your cheeks. I want to feel your hair on my chest.”
“Ah, a romantic. I knew I picked cleverly. I am so glad I picked you, Oliver.”
“I am so glad you picked me, too, Mistress. You have enriched my life.”
“Touch me, Oliver.”
Oliver ran his hand from her face down her torso; he inhaled her beauty, her fragrance, and tasted her perspiration on his fingertips with his eager tongue.
“Release me, Mistress.”
Victoria sliced the other boa at his wrist and freed his left hand.
“And my cock…”
His Mistress brought her hand to the spot that joined the two lovers and unclamped the cock ring. Oliver’s thickness flared even more. The engorged purple head of his cock was deep in the sweet pink tunnel of her heat and within seconds his entire shaft to his balls was buried deep inside her. He pulled her down on top of him and wrapped his broad arms around her. He began to thrust as hard as he could. He could not resist nor could he stop himself if he wanted to. She screamed with pleasure as he plunged deeper and deeper into her fiery furnace. Oh God, he did not stop pushing until he felt his huge taut balls push up against the warm heat of her ass cheeks. And he held her like that—tight; his cock as far into her as it would go, she clenching and gripping with her fiery folds for all she was worth.
He looked down into her eyes which were blazing back at him and gasped at her need. He gasped at her need for him. He saw himself in her reflection. He arched his back. He began to tremble as he filled her. But, he stopped, gained control of himself once more. She grabbed him, surprised by his strong back and piercing penetration inside her. In a final clenching bear hug, he brought her down on top of him again, wrapped his legs tightly around her latex-clad black back as she arched, pushing her hot, throbbing pussy at his hard penis, deeper and deeper. His legs wrapped completely around her tiny frame and he was almost elevated off the satin sheets of the bed.
Victoria opened her mouth heaving… gasping; she managed to eke out a small whisper.
"Just fuck me, Oliver…just fuck me."
He started to slowly. God, but it took such effort to do it so slowly, to ease the long hot length of his cock all the way back to the lips, the sweet wet lips of her pussy and then push all the way, yes, all the way back in. Again. And again. Not too fast, but with all his strength and willpower, filling her up until there was just nowhere else to go, each time.
She was wracked with immense shudders that surely started at the deepest hottest part of her cauldron, trying desperately to be free. She gasped, finally threw her head back and shrieked as the massive lurching orgasm worked her entire nervous system…exploding within her and all over Oliver. She came wildly, arching her back yet again, pushing herself into him deeper and deeper. She shuddered, came, and quivered as her womanly warmth gave up all she had in overwhelming waves of violent red and white searing colors of eruption.
She cried out from the power of her climax. Oliver tried to push, but it was as if his hips were locked and all he could do was rock; rock deeper and deeper as his cock shot wave after wave of thick creamy, honeyed semen deep inside this wonderful woman. He felt their perspiration mix and the sweet aroma of her lavender perfume accented the musky odors of manly leather, cum, and passion.
She whispered breathlessly, sweetly and huskily, totally satisfied in his ear, “Thank you, Oliver. I knew you would be special.”
“If I am special, my Mistress, it is only because of you. It is I that should thank you.”
“I think I'm going to love this neighborhood!” Victoria crossed to open the wine and celebrate.
And with that the student and the teacher began their journey together. They both stood to blossom. The cocoon that Oliver had lived his entire life within had breached and released him. His wings were beginning to unfurl. His taste for life had begun. At fifty years old! And he was so grateful that it began at all. Perhaps there was a chance for him. Perhaps he could live and love and …of all things…dance with life.
He felt like crying. He realized now how he could have been living all along, not because of his deformity but for his lack of confidence. He felt the shackles of his club foot fall one by one as this woman, his new friend and lover, his good neighbor, revealed to him that it was not his foot that imprisoned him, but he himself. A small thing, but a life-altering ‘big’ thing. This woman connected with him in a way that no one ever had and only because she had seen something in him. And she saw something because she had done something that no one ever had done before: taken the time.
Her kindness had released him, had given him freedom, confidence, his manhood. Her kindness had given him love.
Her kindness set him free.
Every story has an end.
But in life, every ending is but a new beginning.
There is nothing about a caterpillar
That tells you it is going to be a flower with wings.
Fly!
~ The End ~
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Bad Medicine by Red L. Jameson
Bad Medicine
Wild Love Book 1
Red L. Jameson
Second Edition March 2017
ISBN: 978-1-926514-72-7
Published by Naughty Nights Press LLC
Copyright © 2016 by Lanita Beth Joramo
Dedication
For my brother, who was the kind of nurse who doctors followed his orders.
And...
I cannot find the words, so I’ll quote from a brave woman.
“And finally, to girls everywhere, I am with you. On nights when you feel alone, I am with you. When people doubt you or dismiss you, I am with you. I fought every day for you. So never stop fighting, I believe you. As the author Anne Lamott once wrote, ‘Lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining.’ Although I can’t save every boat, I hope that by speaking today, you absorbed a small amount of light, a small knowing that you can’t be silenced, a small satisfaction that justice was served, a small assurance that we are getting somewhere, and a big, big knowing that you are important, unquestionably, you are untouchable, you are beautiful, you are to be valued, respected, undeniably, every minute of every day, you are powerful and nobody can take that away from you. To girls everywhere, I am with you. Thank you.”
Acknowledgements
A huge thank you to my MD mother, who raised me in an ER, who let me see my first autopsy at the age of nine, and who made feel like I could do anything I wanted, even not be an MD.
Thank you to Obsidian Dawn and Deviant Art!
All things Apple®
Laramie, Wyoming
A special thank you to Lana Williams, Carol Anne Eastman, Jamie Reynolds, and my supportive friends and family!
I really wanted to show my appreciation for my editor, Jennifer Oliver, who puts up with my weird style and syntax, who never complains, who is always so encouraging and supportive. THANK YOU! All caps thank you there, which means, yes, I’m shouting. ;)
Nurse Ian Ryder, or just Ryder, is everything I want. He’s big. He’s tough. He’s oh-so-sexy with his leather jacket and motorcycle that I’ve had indecent fantasies about. And even better, he seems emotionally closed off. Not the kind of man who would ask a lot of personal questions. The perfect candidate to reveal my secret—I’m still a virgin, worried I’ll die this way if I don’t do something about it soon. Somehow, I’m going to convince Ryder to play doctor with me.
Dr. Asha Whitetail is completely out of my league. Intelligent and sophisticated. And those glasses she wears makes me think about steaming up her scrubs. When an awkward moment turns into a hot kiss, I realize I’m going to do everything I can to have her—not just her body but her heart too. Problem is, she seems to want only one thing from me. So I’m going to make her an offer she can’t refuse. I’ll give her what she wants, if she spends time with me, gets to know me, the real me, while I do everything in my power to convince her she can play doctor with me…for life.
Chapter One - Ryder
She sees me.
Smoking.
Shit.
Blowing out a long trail of blue smoke in the purple haze of sunset, I try like hell not to wince. I didn’t want her to see me smoke. And I don’t, usually. My buddy, Adam, was the smoker. I just got it in my head that if I lit up, he’d be closer. He’s been dead for more than four years now. So I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking.
Dr. Asha Whitetail makes a quick beeline for the emergency department from the staff parking lot, where I’m standing near my beat up motorcycle, fucking smoking. Her twenty-four-hour shift is about to begin. My measly twelve-hour one is also about to start.
The slanting sun hits her just right, bouncing off her shiny black hair that she’s tucked into a messy bun on the top of her head, giving her the appearance of a lavender halo. She’s so fucking beautiful that my heart does what it has since the first second I saw her two months ago—it stops then kicks into high gear, making my ribs hurt, making it hard to breathe.
Yeah, got it bad for her.
But I can’t have her.
Not just because she’s so fucking beautiful, while I’m…With a sigh, I realize I’m a lot like my bike. I have scars, many visible. I look rough because I probably am. And although I’m up and kicking, I’m not quite running the way I’m supposed to. I know that. I’m fucked up. Inside.
And she’s a young doctor who saves lives every day. Like her silky skin, she’s pure. Flawless. Sweet. Kind. Shit, the first time I saw her smile at a patient I almost fell to my knees. I had this weird impulse. So fucking primitive. I wanted to hike her over my shoulder, take her into the janitor’s closet to confine her in a small space and…not hurt her. I’m not a complete asshole. Although, some might argue about that. No, the impulse wasn’t about touching her. But just to be close to her. To be close to the warmth she exudes. To look at her up close. To see her smile. At me.
Imprisoning her would certainly endear her to me, I’m sure. Maybe it’s because I have a dick. Maybe I am related to Neanderthals. I don’t know, but I fucking want her. So bad. Not for sex. Although, I hate to admit how many times I’ve imagined her under me. All my masturbation fantasies are about her now. She’s been in my bed thousands of times. I’ve been inside her, making her legs shake and call out my name. But when I come, I feel dirty, which I usually like. But not with her. She’s too good for a man like me.
I wish I could say it was the eight years as an Army medic that changed me, hardened me. But even before my time in the military, I wouldn’t have been good enough for a woman like Dr. Whitetail. The Army saved me from a criminal life, and I’m a better man now than before. After the military, I went to school, got my nursing degree—to all those who think male nurses are pussies, I’ll gladly take them to a dark alley to discuss it—and am here, in Laramie, Wyoming, getting caught smoking by the pretty doctor who I have an insane crush on.
I didn’t have crushes in high school.
I’ve never had a crush.
I’ve never felt like this—sucker punched right in the gut yet my idiotic cock is happy as all get out around her.
It’s not because I’m a nurse that’s stopping me from taking her. I’ve never seen a soap opera, but I think a hospital is comparable. Everyone is fucking everyone else. Admins with janitors. Nurses and doctors. No one cares about a career hierarchy when it comes to sex. When it comes to the job itself, that’s another matter.
But there was a reason why guys like me, enlisted, never fraternized with commanding officers. Not just to keep order within the Army. But because we come from different worlds. I’ll never forget a snotty lieutenant who complained about his parents not paying for his last semester of university. He was in the hole for six thousand dollars. Most of the troops around me didn’t feel comfortable to tell him that they didn’t have the financial opportunities to attend college, let alone get in the hole for it. We resented the hell out of the ass for whining about his life, while he never bothered to ask where we’d come from.
Yeah…different worlds.
Although I don’t know which world Asha Whitetail comes from, I know it’s different from mine.
Almost to the back entrance of the Laramie Hospital emergency department, and the pretty little doctor pivots her gorgeous head. Right at me. Catching me suck on my coffin nail. She’s wearing her black framed glasses tonight. Fuck, she’s hot in her little glasses. She has a red pair she’s worn only once, and I wanted to pin her against the wall when I saw her in those. Before she walks into the hospital, her dark gaze studies me. She sees right through me and I know she does. She sees the mess that I am. She knows I’m not good enough for her.
