Unbreakable (23 page)

 I relaxed a bit, hoping Lisa would realize that since I was now a married man, I was off limits. Unfortunately, there were many practitioners in the BDSM lifestyle who had spouses and who also played with others at dungeon parties or in private so infidelity wasn’t uncommon or unheard of. Often, sex wasn’t part of BDSM play, especially if the individual was into S&M, or plain bondage.

So it was entirely possible that Lisa thought I would be that way as well, but I wasn’t that kind of player. I was exclusive with Kate, and I wanted to be sure Lisa understood. One day, while we walked down the hallway, I pulled her into one of the empty conference rooms, intending to have a private word with her.

She smiled when I closed the door. “Dr. D, are you trying to get me alone?” she said, her voice all sexy. She tried to put her arms around me but I pushed her gently off me and held a finger to her lips.

“No, Lisa,” I said, my voice low. “I just wanted to make sure you understood that while we may have had an encounter in the past, I’m exclusive with my wife now and I won’t be able to associate with you in any way other than as colleagues.”

I raised my eyebrows, hoping she understood and was given a look of dismay on her part, her brow furrowing, her mouth turned down at the corners.

“So you
do
remember me,” she said, looking at me through narrowed eyelids. “I was wondering when you’d admit it. You tied me up and fucked me once at one of Derek’s parties. You may not remember me, but I remember
you
.”

“The thing is,” I said, not wanting to admit I didn’t remember her all that well, “whatever happened in the past is past. I’m not available now.”

She shook her head and exhaled. “Shame.”

“Thanks for understanding,” I said and opened the door. “And thanks for doing the right thing and keeping quiet about my private life.” I checked my watch and saw that it was almost three o’clock. “Now, I have to go so if you’ll excuse me,” I said and gestured to the open door.

She left and I went the other way, eager to get to my office so I could call Kate. It was time for me to go to our apartment and try to impregnate her, although I had my doubts that anything would happen so soon after Kate stopped taking her birth control pills.

When I was finally alone in my office, I sat down and took in a few deep breaths, trying to forget about Lisa and my worries about her revealing anything about my private life.

When I had calmed down, I thought about Kate. I was trying to get her pregnant and was supposed to go home and fuck her. I thought about her delicious ripe body and immediately, my own body responded, my cock thickening, a pleasant throb of desire in my gut.

I picked up my cell and called Kate.

She answered, her voice sounding slightly teasing. “Doctor Morgan, how unexpected to get your call.”

“Mrs. Morgan, I have an hour off between appointments and want to rush over and ravish you. My calculations say you are more than ready. This is day fourteen since the start of your last menstrual period.”

She laughed on the other end of the call. “Yes, and we’ve done it twice a day for the past three days, but I’m always more than ready for you, Doctor. I’ll be waiting. Do you have any specific requests? Blindfolded in the living room? Bound in the bedroom? On my knees in the pantry? Or the usual?”

“In this case, the usual. You, naked on the bed with a pillow under your round little ass, waiting and filled with lust.”

She laughed lightly. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? I thought you wouldn’t because it’s very, very vanilla. Where’s Master ‘D’ been hiding?”

I chuckled. “The way I’m feeling, Mrs. Morgan, is very, very kinky, but a very specific kink. One that involves bareback and impregnation. So, still kinky after all, I guess.”

“I never thought of it that way,” she said and I could hear the smile in her voice. “I’ll be ready and waiting. Filled with lust.”

“Legs spread,” I said, already imagining the visuals. “I want to see my target as soon as I walk in the bedroom.

“You won’t look in my eyes first?” she said with mock disappointment. “A lady doesn’t like to be ignored…”

“Mrs. Morgan, I assure you, I won’t ignore you in the least. I’ll be looking at your sweet little naked pussy, because I am going to eat you and make you beg for release, then I’m going to fuck you and then I’m going to make you come really hard.”

“You talk so dirty, Doctor Morgan, I hope your secretary isn’t listening at the door. I do believe I’ll be more than ready.”

I imagined her precisely in the position I described, naked, her legs spread wide to reveal herself to me.

“I’m counting on it.”

By the time I arrived at the apartment, I was hard as a rock.

I ran up the stairs to the third floor and struggled with the key in the lock, cursing when I couldn’t get it to open right away. Finally, it caught and the knob turned. I quickly removed my boots, then my coat, scarf and gloves, throwing them on the chair in the entry.

“Mrs. Mor-
gan
,” I said, rubbing my hands to warm them up. I began removing my shirt, unfastening the cuffs and then throwing it on the sofa on the way in to the bedroom.

There, on the bed lay my beautiful wife as I requested, naked, on top of the coverlet, a pillow beneath her buttocks, her legs spread wide. I noted a flush to her cheeks, and a shy smile on her lips.

“Doctor,” she said softly. “I’m very ready for you.”

“And I,” I said, unbuckling my belt, unzipping my pants, “am more than ready for you.”

I slipped out of the pants and then removed my boxer briefs, my erection jutting out, already a drop at the tip. My socks remained as I crossed the hardwood floor to the bed.

“Your socks?” she said, eyeing my feet as I came to the bed.

“It’s all the rage in gay porn, or so I hear.” I bent down and slipped out of the socks. “Besides, the floor is damn cold.” Then I sat on the bed beside her, my eyes roving over her naked flesh, spread out for my personal enjoyment. “God, Ms. Bennet, you are luscious.”

“Ms. Bennet?” she said in mock affront. “I’ll have you know I’m a respectable woman now.” She smiled, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

“I’ll have to debauch you, in that case.” I lay on top of her and kissed her, silencing her playful banter with my mouth, my tongue finding hers and sucking it into my mouth, the sensation making my cock jump against her.

“
Mmm
,” she murmured. When I pulled away, she glanced down at my erection. “You sure you don’t want me to suck you for a while?”

“Nope,” I said and shook my head. “I want every drop inside of you where it belongs. Now, spread those legs a little wider.”

She did, and I knew her well enough that my ordering her around, and her being so exposed would arouse her. When I bent down to lick her, she was already nice and wet, moisture glistening on her flesh.

“You like this, do you, Katherine?” I said while I pressed on her thighs to open her even more. I didn’t expect her to answer, and when I glanced up, she was lying with her eyes closed, her mouth open, gripping the bed sheets as she waited for me to actually lick her the first time.

“Look at me,” I commanded.

She opened her eyes quickly and glanced down, meeting mine. I wanted her to watch me eat her. I wanted to watch her watching me. I wanted her to feel carnal, wanton in her enjoyment of my mouth on her. Bending closer, I ran my lips all around her groin, her inner thigh, and everywhere but her pussy, my whiskers brushing her skin, eliciting a gasp from her.

When I finally ran my tongue over her, from the entrance to her body to her clit, she groaned and her hips thrust up, pressing her pussy against my mouth. I took her into my mouth and sucked, running my tongue all around her clit, in a slowly building rhythm. I wanted her ready, then I wanted to fuck her, come deep inside of her and then make her come so that her body accepted it all.

I’d make her lie with her hips up for an hour, hoping to impregnate her although I didn’t expect it. Not yet. It might take six months, considering that she was on birth control for several years.

Then I shut off the doctor hoping to ensure a healthy pregnancy and became the horny husband, incredibly turned on by the thought of impregnating my beautiful and loving wife.

I understood in that moment something profoundly masculine – the desire to impregnate my partner. To claim her body with my seed. To join together completely and fully, our mutual pleasure bringing forth a new generation.

My arousal from seeing her respond to my mouth and tongue, my arousal from the thought of impregnating her, my arousal at the prospect of orgasm, all of it was incredibly intense – more intense than ever before.

I rose up and kissed her deeply, passionately, devouring her mouth. Then, I leaned on my hands so that I was directly over her, my face inches from hers. She was so damn beautiful, her cheeks pink, her lips slightly plumper, her eyes languid from arousal…

“My 
God
, I love you.”

I kissed her again before she could answer, not needing to hear her say the words back to me in that moment, certain of it. I grabbed my cock and guided it inside of her, then began to thrust, keeping her hips as high as I could, propped up by my thighs. I was intent on coming as soon as I could and then I’d make her come with my fingers, her contractions ensuring that my semen would be drawn up into her womb.

I had to shut off all thoughts and turn myself over to her body, to the sensations of her warm wetness, tight around me, milking me with each thrust until my orgasm began, the pleasure white hot, burning through me as I ejaculated deep inside of her, my whole body trembling.

I panted for a moment, recovering my breath, and then repositioned myself so that I could keep stimulating her, keep my cock in her, thrusting very slowly, my cock still semi-hard. She didn’t last long and soon, a sexual flush spread over her chest and neck and I knew she was close.

“Come for me,” I said, stroking her clit with my thumb.

“Oh, 
God
,” she gasped and then she came, her body tensing, clenching around me.

I kept simulating her, wanting to prolong her pleasure as much as possible, but then she reached her threshold and pushed my hand away, her eyes closed, panting softly to catch her breath.

I slid out very carefully, not wanting to see and enjoy my semen dripping out of her as I usually would. I wanted every drop to remain inside. Satisfied, I collapsed onto her for a moment, wanting to kiss her once more and feel her body beneath mine.

“Stay like this for at least an hour,” I said after I kissed her several times in a row, her mouth, her nose, her cheeks, her forehead. “I’d like to stay but I have office appointments.”

She smiled, her eyes still closed. “What do you think your patients would say if they knew what you’d been busy doing for the previous hour?”

“Hardly an hour,” I said and checked my watch. “More like seven minutes.” I chuckled and pressed my forehead against hers, loving her sense of humor. Loving everything about her. Wishing this moment could last all day.

“I have to go,” I said softly. “I wish I could keep you company, but I have to run.”

“What time should I expect you? Will we have another round later tonight?”

“Count on it,” I said and rose up off the bed and padded to the bathroom to wash up and brush my teeth. “We’ll have more time tonight,” I said, calling from the bathroom, “but there’s something hot about a little afternoon delight.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” she said from the bedroom. “We aim to please.”

I finished brushing my teeth and then got dressed once more. I felt Kate’s eyes on me as I dressed.

“Can you give me my laptop? There’s no reason why I can’t work on my paper for the next hour.”

“I’m 
crushed
,” I said in mock hurt. “I thought you’d be content to consider how hot a lover I am and how erotic it is to be impregnated by your husband.”

She laughed out loud at that, and so I bent down on my way out and tickled her ribs, enjoying her giggles and attempts to avoid me.

“Ut, tut, tut,” I said and made sure she was back into proper position. “Remember—stay like that for at least an hour.”

“I will,” she said and pouted. “Bring me my laptop. And pull the covers over me. It’s cold in this old apartment.”

I went to her desk and brought it back, handing it to her before kissing her on the mouth once more.

“I love you, Kate,” I said, and looked in her eyes, wanting her to know it.

“I love you, too, Drake,” she replied.

Then I kissed her once more, because I couldn’t stand not to. Finally, I tucked the blankets around her, and then I left.

I went back to the hospital, saw a few more patients for an hour and then I slipped out of the hospital before five to go and put the finishing touches on my gift for Kate. I wanted to find a special keychain and so I went to the art galleries around the neighborhood, looking for something artsy. I found a stand of keychains in a gift shop at the Met, including a few beautiful keychains with images of Monet and Degas. What would Kate like the most? Then I saw a couple by a nineteenth century artist named Waterhouse that reminded me of Kate’s drawing of a Knight and Lady and I had an idea…

I told the clerk about my idea and she suggested I get one of the key chains that had removable images in it. I could substitute any image I wanted, and personalize the keychain to suit Kate’s tastes. I paid the clerk and carried off my present , excited to see her face when she opened her present on Christmas morning.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Kate

Two days before Christmas, Drake came home later than normal and while he was in the shower, washing away his day at the office, I went to the kitchen where I had prepared a couple of chicken breasts, rice pilaf and some salad for our dinner, and busied myself setting the table, pouring Drake a glass of white wine.

I hadn’t been feeling all that well on and off for the past few days and Drake had told me about the flu going around so I stayed in my gown and slippers, lying on the couch, taking medicine for my aches. Drake finished his shower and slipped on his bathrobe before joining me in the dining room. He came over to me and took the glass of wine and we toasted each other and had a sip. I grimaced at the taste and put my glass down.