Doctor's Orders (5 page)

Doctor’s Orders…

Jackson lavished each breast with his harsh hands and soothing tongue. My hips bucked, tried in vain to find his cock and put an end to my misery. A beacon call he ignored.

For his thickness to come home to that special place where I now realized he belonged.

Fuck, he was big.

Felt the heaviness of his dick when he took purchase of my hips and pulled me closer. Ground against the spot I’d been injured on. Pain exploded behind my lids, but it came with a sudden tinge of pleasure that astounded me. How could this—he, feel so good?

I didn’t know what to do or say.

On the one hand, I should be screaming, but then again I couldn’t deny that everything that came from him felt like heaven. Shame consumed me and a few stray tears leaked from my face. Something he noticed and wiped away with his lips. Loved me, and it was that raw emotion that lingered between us that healed what I’d yet to comprehend.

That this man meant more to me than just a quick and dirty fuck.

“How bad does it hurt, Nora? Need your complete honesty here.” He was talking about more than just the bruises and swelling.

“Not unbearable or I wouldn’t be begging you to—”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” Tender hands caged in my face, cocooned by body with his heat. “Let me love you, sweetheart. All of you.” Wordlessly, I nodded and followed his lead. “Lay back. Let me get a better look at your bruised pussy and thigh. Hitting a pole like that could’ve caused some damage.”

Doing as asked, I laid back and spread my thigh as wide as the restraints allowed me. “I’m sure it looks worse than it is.”

“Jesus Christ, Nora. Baby…” His reaction told me that I had done one hell of a number on myself “…I should tan your hide for this.” Features hard, he glared at me. “Turn around now.”

With a raised brow, I challenged him. “Can’t. I’m still strapped down.” Didn’t see why he needed to get all pissy.

“Noted.” Quick, and with more agility than I thought he possessed, he undid both straps and stood back. Met my raised brow met with a thin line across his lips. “Get on all fours and don’t you dare fucking complain.”

“Yes,
Sir
.” Doing as asked, I flipped over onto my stomach and raised my ass high in the air. Legs spread as wide as the space-restricting bed would allow.

“Good girl,” he crooned before roughly grasping the meaty flesh of my ass. “It doesn’t change how upset I am with you—how reckless you’ve been with what’s mine, but it’s a start to rectifying the behavior.” With that, Reed’s hand came down once, twice, three times on different areas of my backside. Alternated between firm and painful swats; heat bloomed across each cheek. The hit reddened my sensitive skin, forcing me to release a keening sound full of need.

He wasn’t hurting me in the least. Had the opposite effect.

My pussy was dripping down my thighs.

“More.” What was happening to me? This both puzzled and thrilled me.

“Naughty girl likes it rough? Fuck,” he groaned low, “so perfect for me.” Each spank alternated between the fleshiest part of my ass and the skin directly beneath. That tender area where thigh and ass met. It stung. It burned. It felt amazing, and as ashamed as I was by my excitement, my arousal couldn’t be hidden.

A small stain from my juices coated the sheets beneath. Shone like a beacon. How deeply depraved I truly was.

“More.”

“Keep fucking quiet,” he hissed out before his hand connected once more. “This is a hospital, not a bar. Keep it down and be mindful of the many patients resting here tonight.” The next swat landed directly beside the tip of the rather large bruise forming on my thigh. The size of the contusion surpassed the small area and spread towards the front and rear of my left leg and thigh.

“Sorry, I’ll…oh God!” He cupped me and used the palm of his hand to rub my swollen clit. “Fuck me already.”

“You want my cock?” Alternating between tight circles, he used the tip of those drenched fingers to tap my clit in rapid succession.

“Always.”

“Then get down and bend over this bed. Show me how badly you want it and beg for the privilege.” Last word hadn’t left his lips before I was on my feet and assuming the position. One leg up and placed with my knee braced atop the mattress. I was open for him, on display, and waiting. “Good girl. Now spread a bit more, I want to see the obscenity of my dick stretching you wide,” he cooed while running his fingers up my thighs and collecting the wetness there. Brought the soaked digits up to my cunt and then up to my puckered hole, pushed against the tight opening.

“Take me out of this misery or I’ll finish myself.”

“The fuck you will.”  A snarl, angry and came from deep within. He pushed his finger in once more, the gentleness gone. Muscles contracting, I pulled it in deeper. My opening closing around him while he fucked it at a much more rapid pace; not wasting time in worrying if I was relaxed enough to accept the intrusion. “My slut’s soaking herself and the sheet below, such a good little whore for her man.”

“Give me your cock.”

“Love that mouth, babe. Filthy and sweet, I’ll make sure to fill it before the night is through.” Felt him move behind me; the tug of a drawstring being pulled. Undoing his pants, I watched from over my shoulder as they pooled at his feet. Cock heavy and thick, it bounced up and smacked against his lower abs. Beads of pearl-like fluid flowed from the tip and rolled down its length.

My mouth watered at the sight. “Want a taste.” I’ve never wanted to suck a dick as much as I did his. Feel its weight on my tongue. Taste his essence.

“You will, Nora, but after I’ve fucked that sweet, little pussy. Then, and only then, will I gift you a taste.” One finger became two and they worked themselves into my tightness while his other hand flicked my clit. Dipped inside my opening and pulled out. Spread my wetness around.

“Need to come.” Shameless in the way I begged, my walls contracted around his fingers. Quivered.

“You will come, when I do, and not a moment sooner.” With two fingers deep inside my ass, he grasped his length and ran the bulbous head over my lips. Combined our juices and took in a deep inhale—the room smelled of us—before pushing just the tip inside. “Now take a deep breath; I’m not a small man.”

One deep thrust, a snap of his hips, and he was buried to the hilt. His thighs met mine while my ass cushioned against his groin. We were one. And I’d never felt so complete.

“Son of a…”

“God. Your God, Nora. Never forget that.” Pulling back, he held himself with just the head inside. Chuckled at the low whine I released at being denied once more.

“I want your come.” Wiggling beneath him, I pushed my ass back and forced him inside once again. So desperate for release was I that I’d take it from him if it came to that.

There was one thing that mattered at that moment: his come and mine mixing deep within my womb.

Reed wrapped my hair around his fists and pulled my head back. “You don’t run this show, sweetheart…I do. Behave, or I’ll coat your pussy with my come and send you on your way a dirty mess.”

“Fuck you.” His large hand came down upon my ass and I bucked against him. Gyrated; pulled him in and out at a rapid speed. Behind me he groaned, the sound sweeping over my skin like a tidal wave. Rocked my very core and caused my clit to twitch.

Not liking my disobedience, the good doctor flipped me around.  Threw me on the tiny hospital bed and watched salaciously as my tits bounced. Anger and lust radiated from his every pore.

Danger; the sweetest kind.

“Bad girl.” Grasping a leg in each hand, he held them up. Straight up in the air and close together. “Tomorrow, when you sit, you will be reminded of who this pussy belongs to. You’ll understand why I wanted to take it slow and not break you. Why your stubbornness is my favorite thing.” With my pussy on display and ass close to his cock, I tensed. Not ready to be claimed there yet, at the very least, not for our first time. Reed noticed and gave me a warm smile. The gesture calmed me at once. “I won’t take you there…
yet…
” a lot of emphasis on the latter “…someday I will, but not today. Today, I want your pussy massaging my cock. Feel those walls contract—try to pull me in deeper with each stroke. Brace yourself, sweetness; I’m here to destroy you.”

Doctor’s Orders…

I wanted to rub myself all over him.

Instead, I braced for what was to come. With both hands I grasped onto to the railing on each side of my bed. Waited for the punishment his eyes promised.

Once happy with the position my body lay in, Jackson began a slow glide of his cock-head against my soaked lips. Grazed my clit on each pass and then backed away again. Wetness spread, he took me in. Felt the silky flesh of his length positioned at my entrance.

“I love you.” It was with those words that he made me his. Entered me in one swift move, buried to the hilt, and claimed my heart. There was no reprieve in his strokes nor did he give me a chance to answer his truth.

The man was on a mission to fuck those words into my system.

With both legs placed over his shoulders, he bent his body over mine and my own bowed under his weight. Every ridge from his length rubbed against my pulsing walls. Caused him to hit me in just the right spot; I tightened around him. Felt so good. Each quick snap of his hips—the force from each thrust—pushed me up the bed.

“Yes…fuck, yes,” I whimpered as his hand connected with my right cheek. A quick, hard smack to rectify my cursing, yet it had the opposite effect. The sting intensified the pounding from his cock.

In and out. A rhythmic wave; one that came with the brush of his pelvic bone on my too sensitive clit. Another rush of wetness coated us both.

“That mouth,” was all he said before bringing my legs down from his shoulders and leaving them open at the height of his hips. He didn’t offer me any support, just a silent order to keep them as they were.

Spread wide and open for him.

“Please,” I begged without an ounce of shame. I was close. So close. Bringing my hand between us, I pressed a hand over my mound. Didn’t move to touch myself, just close enough to taunt him. His eyes narrowed and that dangerous edge I’d come to desire hit me tenfold. Those hazel eyes looked black from the hunger that exuded from his every pore. “Make me come, Jackson.”

Hearing his name turned him feral.

An unleashed animal taking his prey without an ounce of remorse.

He fucked me into that damn hospital bed, left the imprint of his cock etched deep within my walls.

With both hands grasping my waist, he pushed me into the mattress. His weight kept me pinned in place while my hands found purchase on his shoulders. Nails dug in, drew blood, while I held on. Found the anchor my body needed because my mind had checked out.

Instincts took over and I met his crazed pace with gyrations of my own.

Back arched against the mattress, I tilted my pussy up and offered more of me. For each fast jab of his dick, I swiveled my hips. Pushed the pace.

“Close?” I nodded. Reed draped his body over mine then, his lips skimming the shell of my ear. “I want to feel your sweet juices run down my shaft and coat my balls. Come for me, sweetheart. Bathe me in you.”

“Fuck, I needed you.” So close to being thrown over the proverbial edge.

“You have me, Nora. Always will,” he grunted mid stroke. With a thigh in each hand, Jackson squeezed them closed. “So much tighter…” pulling out he ran the engorged head of his cock through my labia. Up and down in a harsh stroke, bumping my sensitive clit on each pass. Once, twice, and then slammed back in so hard half my body rose from the bed. All that was left touching the small mattress was my shoulders.

His hips swiveled when flushed against mine, and his groin rubbed tightly against my clit. Harsh movements, with both hands pinning me to the bed he took out his urgency on my body.

Punishing.

Lustful.

A life-altering claiming.

Eyes closed, I arched up and attached my lips to his. “I love you, Jackson.” Reed’s answering groan was loud against my lips; ripped from deep within his chest. Our mouths stayed connected, his chest, and mine pressed tightly against the other’s. His breath was mine.

“Open those beautiful baby blues for me, sweetheart. I need them on me as you fall apart.” Nipping my bottom lip, he took it into his mouth and sucked on the abused flesh. Soothed the sting away with a sweep of his tongue. “Gift me your release.”

“More.” What the more entailed, I had no clue. Close to the edge; a proverbial step away from falling, but I needed more. Needed his direction.

“Touch yourself, Nora.”

My eyes snapped open and landed on his mischievous ones. “What?”

“Touch yourself.” Pushing himself up, Jackson’s eyes roamed my face, then lower. Didn’t stop his southern descent until he reached my pussy; devoured the view of his thick length stretching me wide. “Pet my pussy, Nora. Fucking rub that sweet little clit for me…I want to watch you play.” Frozen; I was held hostage under his intense stare. That request had caught me off guard and I became shy. “Now.”

I complied.

Slow, and with my eyes on his face, I brought my hand low once more. Caressed my body, used the raw hunger etched on his features to guide myself. Prompted me to be bolder in my movements. The first swipe of my finger caused us to both groan and for his movements to speed up. Each tight circle over my bundle of nerves brushed his cock.

“Shit!” My eyes fluttered closed, my back arched, and my mouth bit down on my bottom lip. Sensations—electrical pulses thrummed through every cell in my body. A livewire.

“Open. Those. Eyes.” Shaking my head, I bit down harder on my lip. It was too much, I was close to tears. “Motherfucking look at me.” Desperation tinged his tone and I became worried. Blue eyes met hazel ones and what I saw in them broke me. Stole the air from my lungs. “I love you, Nora. Always will.”

That was what I’d been missing. Needed to hear those words once more.

I came.

Eyes on his, I locked down on his cock and let go. Milked him—pulled the come from his cock. Spurt after spurt coated my walls and mixed with my own. Branded me from the inside out.

Blissed out and sated, I laid back on the bed with his body over mine. Fingers skimmed through his sweat-soaked hair while our breathing calmed. Head on my chest, Jackson kissed any part of me that was within his reach.

“That was…” no words could describe just how amazing he was.

“Us. Simply us.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Hey,” I whispered out. “Look at me.”

Placing his chin on my right breast, he gazed up. “What? I’m comfortable over here.”

Jackson Reed could be a grouchy ass when pulled from his comfort, but he was mine. Had been so for the past five years.

“Happy anniversary, Doc.”

“Happy anniversary, sweetheart.” Smile wide and eyes bright, he gave me a toothy grin. It made him look boyish, younger than his thirty plus years. “How’d you pull it off? Not once has my pager gone off or my name been called through the speakers.”

“Easy.” Raised brow and a wave of the hand to continue was his way of telling me to spill. Cute. “Your boss, Michelle, owed me.”

“Full answers.” There’s the dominant man I married.

“I might have taken her wife out for some pampering two weeks ago…” shrug and smirk “…convinced her to get a wax. Gloria loved the feel, and your boss sent me flowers.”

“How long have you been planning this?” Another kiss and then a nip to my pert nipple.

“Few weeks now with your favorite nurse. That’s how we got Anderson to help. Made it more believable to use the same arresting officer from the night we met. Your nurse owns his balls, they met through my arrest that night, and they owed me. Win-win in my book.”

This night was about reliving our first memory and alternating a bit. Yes, he asked me out and got my number, but we didn’t get dirty. Not until much later in the relationship. Tonight I wanted to play out a mutual fantasy.

“You sneaky, mischievous, wonderful woman.” Standing up, he slipped from within me and brought me to stand with him. Our chests pressed against the other’s, he brought his hands up and caged my face in them. “How’d I get so lucky?”

“I’m the lucky one, baby. And I also had ulterior motives for tonight.”

“Should I be scared? How much?”

Rolling my eyes, I stood up on the tips of my toes and nipped his bottom lip, hard. “Shut up and quit ruining my surprise.”

“Violent little thing.” My eyes narrowed. “Fine, carry on. But after, it’s your ass.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way, Jackson.” Taking in a deep breath, I let it out slow. Wrung my hands together and then shook them out. Things were about to change in the best of ways. “Do you trust me?”

“With my life and you know that.”

“Then walk over to the cabinets against the wall and open the drawer closest to us.”

“What?”

“Go.” Taking his hands from my face, I kissed each palm and then took a step back. Watched with a giant knot in my stomach as he pulled up his pants and followed my directions. How he opened that drawer and took out the small gift bag I’d placed inside with a perplexed look on his face.

Turning to face me, he held it up. “What’s going on here?”

Tears sprung in my eyes and I let out a shaky breath. “Open it.”

“Baby?”

“Please.” With a worrisome expression, Reed tore open the bag and then choked on his next breath. Hands trembling, he took out the tiny surprise inside. Examined my gift with so much love, I had to take a moment to collect my own emotions. “When I found out all I wanted to do was make this moment memorable for you. You’re going to be the best father, Reed. Someone they’ll look up to and know without a shadow of a doubt how much they’re loved.”

Eyes on the smallest lab coat I could find, he smiled. “I’m going to be a daddy?”

“Yes.” With that confirmation he walked over and wrapped me in his arms. Made me feel secure and loved. Protected. “Baby Reed will be here in the winter.”

“Fuck, I love you.” His lips came down over mine then with so much passion. Full of all the love and lust we felt. My knees became weak and trembled; he noticed this and pulled me closer. He carried my weight as he brought me up to his level.

“I love you more than my own life.” Those kisses spoke louder than any words could. Every swipe of his tongue over my own explained how happy he was with the news. Each nip of my lip expressed how he was both excited and scared. Thrilled; beyond ready to face this new path in life with me.

“Thank you.” Laying his forehead on mine, Jackson let out a stuttered breath. “Just, thank you.”

“For what? We did this together.”

“For making my life complete.” Another peck of the lips. “For giving me a family of my own.”

“Ditto.” A stray tear fell from my eyes and he swiped it away. “You and penny are everything to me.”

“Penny.” Pulling back he gave me a horrified look. “You named our baby,
penny
?”

“Who else?”

“Why?”

“It’s cute,” I answered with a shrug. “Seemed fitting, as he is the size of one, and I knew you’d object.”

“Are you looking to get that cute ass spanked?” His cock twitched against my stomach and I giggled.

“Wouldn’t expect anything less.” Removing myself from his embrace, I walked over to the same cabinet and pulled out my purse and spare clothes. Got dressed without looking his way, but I knew he watched. It wasn’t until I’d bent down to slip on some sandals that he pushed up against me.

Dick to ass. Pressed into me and ground his hips. “Stand up.” Fuck, that tone sent shivers up my spine. Ignoring his request, I continued to adjust the straps of my shoe. Not liking that, he pulled me up by my hips. Back to his chest, he skimmed his nose up my neck. “I’m giving you a twenty minute head start. Run.”

“I’m not afraid, Doc.” I pushed back against him and ground my hips.

“You should be.” Clamping his teeth on my collarbone, he soothed the sting with a swipe of his tongue. “Run, baby.” Hands moved from my hips to the tiny swell on my stomach. “Let me catch you all over again.”

Looking back over my shoulder at him, I kissed his chin. “You can try.”

“I always will.”

THE END…