Curing Doctor Vincent (The Good Doctor Trilogy Book 1) (9 page)

But my focus was on the doctor. “So Doctor, are you going
to play fair?”

“You don’t.” He stood, gripping his rock hard shaft. “Never…
Never has anyone ever made that request.”

“It’s a shame, because I bet you taste wonderful.”

He groaned.

Marco egged him on. “Come on X. Come on her face, in her
mouth. If you don’t want her to give you head at least make her swallow. Fuck. I’m
getting hard again.” Entranced by our scene, Marco fondled his half-flaccid
cock.

You would think I’d have had enough, but my body was dying
to service the doctor.

“I should make
Sebastian fuck your dirty little mouth.”
He moved closer until his cock was only an inch from my
lips. “How can I deny my queen? Open your mouth.”

I longed to run my tongue along the ridge of the head of
his cock.
He
was so close, yet so far away.

“Sebastian, fuck her.” He pumped his fist harder and
growled, “As far as you are concerned, that’s me in your pussy. Think of me
fucking you.”

I did as he commanded, nearly salivating from
anticipation. It wasn’t that I liked the taste of cum, but the doctor was a
delicacy. No matter the flavor, his release would be sweet victory.

Sebastian needed no
urging, he
spread my cheeks,
giving him even deeper access to my sex. He slid into me and moaned
, “God…so
fucking hot. Do it, X.” He forced
breath from my mouth with each penetration.
He fucked me hard,
fast and deep.

The doctor worked his shaft faster, gripping it harder
with each stroke.

I looked up to meet his gaze. “Let me taste you, my king.”

He jerked. “Oh, Elaine…my queen.”

I bit my lip and whimpered in anticipation, before opening
my mouth to receive his gift.

The first drop hit my tongue and I braced myself for all
of it. Stream after stream of white sprinkled my face, lips and tongue. I came,
shuddering from the erotic sight, Sebastian’s rhythm, and the doctor’s trust.

The doctor bellowed as he pumped his cock harder, milking
every drop.

I swallowed his offering, careful to lick the remnants
from my lips.

“Fuck. That’s… Oh…” Sebastian’s bared the brunt of my
orgasm. “Fuck!” he withdrew and shot hot, wet cum onto my ass.

Still gasping from the euphoria that filled me, I was eye
to eye with the doctor. One last boundary to push.

“My king, may I make one last request?”

“I don’t know if that’s wise.” His gaze was so intense; it
was easy to forget anyone else existed.

“Kiss me.”

“What? No.”

“Why? Surely, you’ve kissed your wife. I can’t touch you. Where
is the harm?”

He said nothing. Still searching my eyes.

Marco and Sebastian moved to the table, leaving only the
doctor and me in the moment.

He leaned in closer, so slowly his movement was nearly
undetectable.

When he was in reach I placed my lips on his and breathed,
“Taste us. Our love making, my king.” His lips began to move with mine giving
way to a passionate rhythm. His kiss said everything his words could not. The
man was filled with passion, but someone had bound him with invisible
restraints. I was determined to set him free.

As our tongues touched, I was lost. I felt him in my soul.
His lips, so smooth and soft, comforted something in me I didn’t understand. It
was like in that moment, all that I felt for him, which had evaded me, became
clear. I had to save him from himself. Lingering nudges from reluctant lips,
signaled the kiss’ finale, but we embraced our unwillingness to break the
connection. The truth was I wanted to devour him, but I would have to accept what
progress we made.

His breath was hot and his eyes dark with desire. He
breathed against my mouth, “Make no mistake, Elaine, I am a king. Kings command
and conquer. They are brutal and uncompromising. You don’t want a king. Face it;
you came here expecting a saint.”

I nipped his upper lip. “I had no expectations.” My tongue
slid along his lower lip. “But I pledge my fealty.”

He pulled back and stared at me. Indecision marked his
features. “You don’t know what you are saying.”

“I’m saying I surrender.”

His mouth crushed mine. His hands clasped my face. All of
the conflict I saw in his eyes poured out in his kiss. Hard and soft. Slow and
fast. He communicated more in that kiss than his words could ever say.

Our lips parted. Heavy breath met heavy breath.

He held my face and issued his command. “Untie her. She
has given more than the gods could have ever asked.”

He stood and tucked his cock back in his pants, zipped up
and turned. Without another word he left.

Marco worked on the laces that held my feet and Sebastian
untied my hands.

What the…? “Where is he going?” Surely, after that… I sighed.

“He has a speaking engagement. You’re stuck with Sebastian
and me
tonight.”

Son of a bitch. Marco stepped into his pants, pulled them
up, and then handed me a towel.

“Does he always do that?”

“I don’t think so. I’ve never…participated before. But
wow! So fucking hot.”

I glared at him. “Not that. I mean, does he run when
pressured?”

“Oh that.” He chuckled. “No. X doesn’t run from anything. I
think though, he’s never been as frightened as he is with you.”

“I don’t get it.” I used, and then discarded the towel before
repositioning my clothes.

“Come on. I’ll tell you all about him on our adventure
tonight.”

I smoothed my hands down the back of my dress, making sure
it was in place. “What does that entail?” I raised an eyebrow.

A cell phone beeped
and Sebastian reached into his pants pocket.

Marco laughed. “Well, we promised we’d save the good stuff
for X so…I guess we can take you sightseeing. Maybe we need to take you out for
some steak. Let’s just say, I haven’t really been rehearsing much. I’ll need
some extra stamina for any more festivities like today. Damn.”

Sebastian placed the
phone back in his pocket and sighed. “I’m so sorry, but I’m going to have to
take a rain check. Miriam just texted and she isn’t feeling well.” He grasped
both of my hands in his and brought them to his lips and kissed one, then the
other. “Thank you. X is a lucky man.”

“It’s no problem. Take
care of Miriam.” He gathered his things and left.

I sighed.

“Hey, being stuck
with me ain’t so bad.”

I laughed. “That wasn’t
what I was sighing about.”

“I know.” Marco kissed me on the forehead. “Give him some time.
He has a lot to process. Let’s get you back so you can freshen up.”

Chapter Eight

Engagement

On the way home,
Marco pointed out landmarks and told stories of several drunken escapades that
happened at some of the finer watering holes.

He had once spent
weekends playing in piano bars while working his way through college and his
dreams of being an international underwear model were squashed by the demand
for his IQ.

He was fascinating,
but I couldn’t stop thinking about the doctor. Was he angry? Did I push too
far? I understood abuse, but what drove him to his abstinence, even in
marriage? The more I thought about it the more I needed answers.

My captive audience
would be a good start.

“Did you know Lydia?”

“Yes. Wonderful
woman. Beautiful. Very…very worldly. She had an elegance about her, but you
always wondered if underneath she wasn’t wearing a leather bustier. Sexy. Mysterious.”

I ignored the pang of
jealousy. I had no claim on the doctor. How would I ever compare with that?

Marco sighed, “There
is something about a confident older woman. I mean that’s why Sebastian married
Miriam.”

“Older? How much
older?”

“Well, X is
thirty-four, so that would make Lydia fifty-three.”

“She was nineteen
years older than him?”

He leaned over to
grab a bottle of water and raised it to his lips. “Yes, but she didn’t look a
day over thirty. Lucky bastard.”

“I’ll have to take
your word for it.” Something about the story didn’t feel right. I had assumed
she was his age. “She was practically old enough to be his mother.”

Marco leaned in as
though he was afraid someone might hear. “You hear all these cases about female
teachers seducing young male students and everyone gets up in arms. Lydia
waited until he was of age, but they got married soon after X graduated med.
school. Since he started university at sixteen he was a married man in his
early twenties.”

“I knew they met in
college, but…”

“He signed up for one
of her classes on sexual disorders. That’s how they originally met. They got to
know each other, she agreed to ‘treat’ him and that’s when things took a turn
for the unconventional.”

“Isn’t that against
the rules? She was his psychiatrist, an established practicing psychiatrist, a specialist
in sexual disorders and a professor at the university. How did she get away
with that?

“She didn’t. That’s
why they moved to Paris. The university asked her to leave.”

“I’m really confused
now. She was an expert. How did she not help Xavier with his…problem?”

The silence was
deafening, as Marco leaned forward to stare out the window.

“What?”

Marco cleared his
throat. “Do you want X’s explanation or do you want my theory? If I share it
with you, you need to keep it quiet. Xavier wouldn’t appreciate it.”

“My lips are sealed.”

He shifted in his
seat and ran his hand through his hair. “I knew Lydia, but not well. Most of
what I know is second hand from X. I made the mistake of suggesting once to him
that perhaps the reason he never solved his problem was that there was no
incentive for her to help. I mean, talk about having your cake and eating it
too. Get to have two gorgeous lovers in private and hang on X’s arm in public. He
didn’t take too kindly to my opinion and threatened to send me back to the States
if I ever spoke ill of his wife again.”

He had an excellent
point. Why would you work to cure someone when it would do nothing but cramp
your lifestyle? In her position, she had complete control. I had to know more.

“Was she vindictive
like that?”

“No, she wasn’t
vindictive. But she was controlling and determined. She put her career above
everything. And she used it to validate her sexual explorations. I have no
proof that she was anything but a devoted wife who made a unique relationship
work around her husband’s limitations. And with her death we will never know.”

“But you suspect
something else?”

He nodded, “And
Miriam suspected, too. One night at a party she had a little too much to drink
and told me that she abhorred what Lydia was doing to X. She hasn’t spoken of
it since, but she saw it too. Speaking of Miriam, you didn’t get to meet
Charles, Miriam’s father. He was shady as fuck. There is something strange
about all that old French money—Lydia’s family and Miriam’s. Too many
secrets.”

Was it possible she
never tried to help him? If so, how could he not see it? Was it the age
difference and her expertise that made me suspicious? If there was one thing I’d
learned from my father, it’s that if something feels wrong, it usually is.

****

When we returned to
the house, a long shower was in order. My muscles hurt from the afternoon’s
activities and freshening was necessary. I wondered where the two of us might
end up. I would do my best to see if I could persuade them to visit the Louvre.

The steam from the
shower billowed through the doorway. I tied the belt to my luxurious robe and left
my oasis, while trying not to think too much on what I had done. Two men. The doctor.
I was pulled from my reverie by a knock at the door.

Surely, Marco could
give me this moment before running me ragged all over Paris. I strode to the
door with a complaint on my lips, only to have it slip away along with my
breath. It wasn’t Marco.

Xavier stood, head
bowed, hands braced on the doorframe in a full tuxedo. It was easy to forget
just how powerful he was, but seeing him like this left no doubt. The world
sought his attention. The vision in my doorway was that of the most revered man
in the world. After gathering my wits, and clearing my parched throat, I managed
to squeak out. “Yes, Doctor. Is there something you need?”

“No.” He continued to
look at the floor.

“I’m sorry?”

He looked up. “It’s
not something I need. It’s something I want.”

I swallowed hard. All
the visions of the afternoon rushed back. His lips. His taste. His trust. They
quickly morphed into a fantasy of him untying my robe and throwing me on the
bed.

“I want you…” He
inhaled and held his breath.

My heart thudded in
my chest.

He continued, “To
accompany me to my speaking engagement.”

The invitation held
promise but killed my fantasy. I did my best to hide my disappointment.

“Tonight?”

He righted himself
and reached over and repositioned my robe over my nearly exposed breast. “Yes.”

I would have given
anything to read his mind. His responses were slow, deliberate.

“Sure. When should I
be ready?”

He pulled back his
sleeve and glanced at his watch. “In about an hour. Is that OK?”

“Sure, but Marco is
going to be disappointed. He was looking forward to a night on the town.”

“I’ll break the news
to him. I want you with me tonight.” The intense stare returned.

“OK. “

“Oh and Elaine… The
place will be crawling with media personnel. There will be a lot of questions,
have no doubt. I’ll do the talking, if you don’t mind.”

I hoped the
reluctance in my voice didn’t give the wrong impression. I was thrilled and
terrified in equal measure. “Sure. Is this about my father?”

His eyes widened. “Oh…no.
That’s not the issue. It’s just the last time I appeared in public with
someone, things got out of hand.”

“Oh, OK.” The relief
was hard to hide. I didn’t want my father causing yet another problem for me.

He closed his eyes
and took a deep cleansing breath. “I just want to make certain you understand
what I’m asking. Until now…this moment…it can all disappear. No one will ever
know that you were at my house. And you can walk away with no ties, no
connection to all that we’ve done…and have yet to do. This changes our
arrangement. There will be no denying our association. Although the details
will remain our fond secret.”

He reached down and
picked up a bag at his feet. “Since you weren’t expecting to be going to a
formal occasion tonight…”

I was going to be
Xavier Vincent’s date. The only thing that could pull me from all possibilities
the night held was the feel of his finger as he rested the bag’s handles in my
outstretched palm.

He closed my fingers
around the satin cords and stepped in closer. “Are you sure? When this is all
behind you and you are sitting in the conference room are you going to be
comfortable explaining that it wasn’t what they thought? Knowing that when you
board that plane back to America, we go back to the way we were.”

Disappointment killed
my anticipation. I took a breath and swallowed my frustration. I’d treat it
like a job, diligently plugging away and taking risks in hopes of a bigger pay
off. There was something undeniable between us. But he needed to understand I
wasn’t fragile.

“Yes, Doctor. I’m
fully capable of pretending to be your date, of enjoying this week, and then
never seeing you again. You’re not that irresistible.” Yes, he was, but he didn’t
need to know it.

“Fair enough…” He
paused. Cleared his throat and turned. As he walked away he muttered, “See you
in an hour.”

I closed the door. Not
a moment to spare, but my mind raced. He had a point. It was one thing to have
his attention when it came to sex, but this was something else. In a way, I was
flattered that he wanted to be with me. There were few women who would turn
down his offer, but there was a big difference between fancying a romp with
someone and wanting to be seen with them in public. Hell, since this was a
speaking engagement, there would be photographic evidence. I didn’t want to be
so excited, but I shivered from anticipation. I knew the chances of this living
up to my expectations were minimal, but there was always hope. After all, he
was the one who’d pointed out that I’d suffered enough to deserve it.

****

After putting the
finishing touches of makeup on, I had one final task—zipping the damn
dress. A knock on the door startled me, but it could be serendipity if the
knocker had two hands.

I turned the handle
expecting to lay eyes on the doctor, but it was Marco and he was stunning. Black,
slicked back hair, tuxedo and a mischievous grin.

“Hi beautiful, I
stopped by to see if you are about ready.”

The sleeve of the
black, shimmery gown slipped and I pushed it back into place.

“I thought you’d
still be headed out.” The sleeve fell again.

“I asked X if I could
tag along since you might need the company while he hobnobs.” This time he
caught the stubborn garment. “Turn around. Let me zip you up.”

I did as he asked,
thankful for his help.

“I need to tell you a
few things.” He pulled the zipper, running a finger along my spine, causing me
to shiver. “Here let me warm you up.” He wrapped his arms around me and
whispered in my ear, “You’re going to meet Roxanne tonight.”

“Who?”

“Um… She’s X’s last
love interest.”

I tried to turn but
his arms held me in place. “Stay here. If he knew I was telling you this, he’d
kill me.”

“I thought there hadn’t
been anyone since Lydia.” I relaxed knowing that trying to force my way out of
his embrace would be a waste of energy.

“Yes, well. That is
true. Remember when he said he pretended to date someone to shut Sebastian and
me up? That was Roxanne. But he got tired of answering questions. Roxanne works
in a prominent role as a fundraiser for the Cancer Society. She’s beautiful,
but vicious.”

“Wonderful.”

“She was in love with
X. Let me rephrase that… She was in love with the idea of him, but she didn’t know
him. He kept her at arm’s length. She finally got tired of not getting anything
but superficial public invitations and called it off.”

“So this is what he
does…” I couldn’t hide my disappointment.

“Bella, no. Not with
you. You are different. He trusts you. And unlike her, you love him as a man,
not as an icon. “

“I do not love him. I
find him fascinating.”

“Call it whatever you
wish, I know what I see.”

I sighed. Lying to
him wasn’t fair, denial was my burden. “No, you’re right. It just seems
pathetic to fall in love with someone so fast.”

“Well, if it is
pathetic, you’re not alone. And Roxanne isn’t going to be pleased. I didn’t
want you to be caught off guard. And the other thing…”

“I don’t know if I can
handle anything else.”

“He has a reputation
that I… may have perpetuated for him…but long before you.”

“What kind of
reputation?”

“Let’s say… You’d
never know that he spends his nights alone. He’s considered one of the most
eligible bachelors of the country. So expect others to be vying for his
attention.”