Curing Doctor Vincent (The Good Doctor Trilogy Book 1) (8 page)

I paused. It was one thing to have sex with them, but
while tied up? The control freak in me screamed, but the primal part of me that
thirsted for adventure fueled the ringing in my ears.

“Please, Elaine. I assure you. You will not be
disappointed.”

I stared into his eyes, looking for any trace, even a
remote spark, of a man like I saw in my father after I discovered his lies. Nothing.
He hadn’t lied to me yet. And after all I came here knowing I would have sex
with Marco and Sebastian.

“Fine. But I don’t want to be gagged.”

“No worries, I want to hear you scream your passion.”

Marco urged me to press against the Rainmaker by cupping
my ass and pushing me forward. An indentation in the wood cradled my hips
perfectly.

Sebastian pressed on my back urging me to bend to the
contour of the apparatus. I remained standing, legs spread and bent at the
waist to rest my chest on a long beam.

The doctor leaned down to whisper in my ear. “It’s
believed that if you apply the right pressure to the front of a woman’s pelvis
during sex, you can enhance her orgasm, making it more likely that she will
gush when she comes. The Rainmaker is designed to do just that.”

God, would I survive this man?

Xavier walked to the throne and retrieved a chalice,
allowing the black silk laces to drape from his palm. “The king needed to make
sure his queen was well-hydrated. His job was to see to her comfort.” He held
the cup to my lips. “She was given the most precious of gifts in the dry season—water.
Drink.”

The cool water soothed my anxiety-parched throat.

The doctor walked back to the throne, replaced the chalice
on the arm
before returning to me.

Starting with my ankles the doctor tied each leg to a
post. The formation of the V caused my legs to spread and my breasts to fall on
either side of the beam that supported my chest.

The doctor tied my outstretched wrists to the beam, so
that I was bound in position.

“Are you comfortable?”

Surprisingly, I was. “Yes.”

“Excellent. I had this one custom made for you. As any
queen deserves. The original is there in the display case.” He pointed to a
glass enclosure, just beyond the throne. The dark weathered wood and sharp
angles made it look like a medieval torture device. The one supporting me
resembled a fine piece of abstract art.

“Once ready, he presented her to the crowd.”

Marco slipped the neckline of my dress down, allowing my
breasts to hang free.

The doctor retrieved a gold, gem-encrusted bowl from a
pedestal beside the throne.

“The king placed a jeweled bowl under his queen’s wide
spread legs, in hopes to collect the rain she made as an offering to the gods.”
The doctor lifted my dress, exposing me.

“You are delectable, Elaine. Swollen. Ready. Clench your
muscles for me. Let me see how hungry your pussy is for us.”

My body obeyed him without my will.

“Marco. Sebastian. You are lucky bastards. If only…” The
disheartened tone to the doctor’s voice didn’t escape me.

Marco stroked his cock, already at attention. “Don’t
I know it.”

I swallowed hard.

Xavier moved in front where I could see him again. “The
king then took his spot on the throne. He selected one of his chosen to start
the ceremony. His queen must be prepared.” He picked up a long package, wrapped
in brown paper, from the table. He peeled back the paper.

“I also had this crafted especially for you. Just as the
king would have his scepter made for his queen.” A large, ornately carved
staff, topped with a glass ornament shaped like a smooth phallus, rested in his
fist.

The doctor handed it to Marco. “The king bestowed the
honor on his chosen guards who would be the first to take the queen and she
spilled her first drops symbolically for the throne.”

Marco disappeared behind me with the staff. I felt
something cold touch my wetness. I jerked against the bindings.

Xavier retrieved a bottle of wine and the chalice before
taking a seat on the throne. “Marco is going to fuck you with the glass top of
the staff until you cry out my name.”

Before I could register the doctor’s words, Marco thrust
the large object inside me.

I gasped.

The doctor relaxed in
the oversized piece of art, crossed his legs and sipped from the ornate cup. “Sebastian,
I want you to stroke her clit. I want to hear her scream when she comes.”

A moan escaped my lips.

Marco slid the glass cock in and then pulled it out, only
to slam it back inside.

It was cold, hard and filled me unlike anything I’d felt before.

The doctor sat the chalice on the pedestal, reached down
and opened his zipper as Marco continued to slide the glass cock in and out of
my heat.
Sebastian stroked me in time with Marco’s thrusts.

Oh God.

The doctor pulled forth his shaft and it stood tall and
hard. “Look at what you do to me, Elaine.”

Marco sped up. In and out. Faster. Harder.

Between watching the doctor, the superb fucking from Marco,
and Sebastian’s fingers, I could barely breathe. “God…”

“That’s it. Scream my name.” The doctor gripped his cock.

Marco and Sebastian increased their speed.

“Fuck.” It felt so good.

“Are you going to come for me, Elaine? Is your pussy going
to give me what I want? Do it.”

“Ahhh…fuck…” I was coming. Hard. I threw my head back and
my bound legs locked.

“Say it,” the doctor panted as his hand worked his cock.

I ignored his command, while gritting my teeth from the
intense feeling of the glass cock sliding in and out of me and Sebastian’s
nimble fingers dancing on my clit.

He rose from the chair. His cock bobbed as he crouched by
my side and fisted his hand in my hair. “Say. It. Who are you coming for?”

“You.”

He pulled harder. “Who?”

“You, my king.”

My orgasm seemed to last for hours as Marco’s rapid thrusts
coaxed gush after gush from my depths.

“Who do you belong to?”

Before I could think better of it. “You, my king.”

“That’s right. Never forget it.”

My heavy breaths brought me back to my senses.

The doctor released my hair and I rested my head on the
wooden frame, trying to catch my breath.

“Very good, my queen.”

Marco removed the staff from my body and presented it to
the doctor.

He lowered the glass end to eye level so that I could see
and smell my sex coating it. “God, what I wouldn’t give to bury my head between
your legs. Just smelling you makes me want to come. Do you know how many
pheromones are released when a woman comes?” He licked the side of the scepter,
tasting me, and I almost came again.

“The town’s men passed the scepter from man to man,
smelling the queen’s sex, spurring them to arousal. The king then watched as
each of the town’s men lined up to fuck his wife. Just like I’m going to let
Marco and Sebastian fuck you. Would you like that my queen? Do you want their cocks
inside you?”

I really wanted the doctor, but this was the only way. “Yes.
But only because I can’t have you, my king.”

He pulled tight on my hair. “You don’t play fair do you?”

“Why start now?”

“Marco…” The doctor
issued his command.

Marco didn’t need to hear anything else. He buried himself
in me in one thrust.

The word ‘fuck’ echoed off the walls, as it fell from both
our lips.

The doctor remained kneeling at eye level watching my
face, while his hand stroked his cock. “Some argue this ritual was a way to
help strengthen the royal family with some genetic diversity. And remember how
I said they believed all healing came from women. It wasn’t unusual for the
town’s men to suckle the queen when she lactated, hoping to cure their
ailments. Her milk was caught in a bowl and offered to the gods. Sebastian, on
your knees. Suck her nipples.”

It was hard to focus on his history lesson while listening
to Marco moan every time he slid into me.

“Think about what’s happening. You’ve reduced three men to
their most primal elements. You are being possessed. You are mine, but never
think that all we give isn’t for you.” He paused.

All I managed were gasps between each thrust.

“Harder Marco. Make it rain,” the doctor demanded.

Marco increased speed and changed the angle of his thrusts.

I maintained eye contact with the doctor, who was only
inches away. I moaned and panted with each stroke of Marco’s cock.

Sebastian’s hot wet
mouth teased and sucked my nipples until they ached.

I couldn’t hold back. The tightening in my stomach led to
a rush that filled my head as I came harder than I ever had.

Marco groaned, “Fuck…you’re so fucking tight,” but
continued to work me until I relaxed.

Deep breaths brought me down from my high, but Marco didn’t
stop.

The doctor leaned in closer. “Oh love, that was beautiful.
You know each orgasm just makes you hungrier for the next. Women are designed
to be fucked, over and over again. Yet, there are few men who can come more
than once without recovery. Your body knows what it wants. One man will never
satisfy your greedy pussy.”

Marco rammed into me hard.

I gasped.

“These ancient people, who made the Rainmaker, knew your
ultimate design. They also understood the driving desire for possession. This
ritual was about the king’s sacrifice and the queen’s gift. Only with the king’s
permission was any of it possible. You understand that you are mine, right?”

It was part of the role-play, but I wanted the words to be
true. “Yes.”

“Good Queen. You please your king,” he breathed, his mouth
so close to my lips while his other hand slid up and down his cock.

Marco grunted and said, “Do you know I’ve dreamed of this
ever since I first laid eyes on you? I knew X had good taste but never
imagined… Since last night when I buried my head between your legs, this is all
I’ve been able to think about.” Another hard thrust and his large cock left me
deliciously full.

I bit my lip.

The doctor shifted. “Tell me how he feels inside you.”

Marco pushed and held, stretching my depths. A groan
echoed through the room.

I tensed my muscles and squeezed him.

He slapped my ass and bellowed, “Damn, woman. You just
bear-hugged my cock with your beautiful little cunt.”

“He’s large, Doctor. I feel very full.”

“Do you want him to fuck you harder?”

“Yes… Please…”

Sebastian pinched one
nipple between his thumb and forefinger and teased the other with his tongue.

It was hard to focus
on one sensation over another, but
Marco didn’t disappoint. He fucked me hard, using my ass as a counter
balance. He grasped my cheeks as he slammed his pelvis into mine.

The doctor fisted his own cock lubricating his motions
with the pre-cum evident on the tip. I wanted so badly to touch him. To stroke
him. To make him come.

Small grunts left my lips every time Marco slammed into
me.

“Can the queen make a request of her
k
ing?”

His hand grew tighter around his cock. “What do you ask?’

“I know the rules. You won’t touch me. I obviously can’t
touch you. But will you come for me?”

“What?” His hand stilled.

“I want to taste you.”

He stared at me as though I had asked him to dance like a
chicken or something ridiculous.

“What’s the matter Doctor? I thought we were lovers. Climax
is part of lovemaking. If you can’t share your body with me, let me at least
have your orgasm.”

Marco growled. “God, that is so fucking hot. Do it, X.
Come on her face.” A sharp deep thrust. “Fuck. You’re going to make me come
just thinking about it.”

Marco’s enthusiasm and anticipation brought me to the
precipice. My muscles clamped down on Marco. Tremor after tremor squeezed and
urged him. With a final growl he filled me—hot and wet. Another gush
streamed down my leg, a mixture of our desires.

“Goddamn, woman you could kill a man.” Marco sighed, and
thrust a few more times. “Ummmm… I might have to fight you for her, X.”

“She’s mine.” His eyes were dark with lust.

“I know. But can’t we keep her? Damn.” Marco pulled out,
and moved to the front of the Rainmaker. He stood watching the power play
between the doctor and me unfold. His beautiful body and his glistening, spent cock
were visible, adding to my enjoyment.