Possessive Doctor

I smirk at her. “Why do you care?”

She laughs. “Interesting. I sense a little sibling rivalry.”

I wave that away. “Not at all. My brothers are named Jacob and Shaun. They’re both younger than me.”

“Yeah? I know Jacob’s in finance. What about Shaun?”

I shrug a little bit. “Nothing interesting. Come here.”

She drifts over to me with a smile on her face. “I think you’re keeping them from me.”

“I think you’re all mine, and it doesn’t matter what my brothers do.”

She laughs as I grab her by the hips and pull her against me.

“Is this part of the treatment?” she asks.

“Yes,” I whisper. “You need to be fucked and taken care of or else that leg won’t heal.”

“Why, doctor, that sounds very unethical.”

“Extremely.” I kiss her neck. “But you seem to like it.”

She laughs and pushes me away. I grin at her then lead her over to an open space on the mat.

“Come on,” I say. “Let’s work for real.”

She sighs a little. She’s wearing these tight yoga pants that make her ass look like heaven and a simple black t-shirt. The sports bra compresses her breasts just enough to hide them from me, but I know what she looks like stripped bare, and I know how badly I want another taste of it.

I start with some stretching. I try to keep my mind on the task at hand and keep the excessive touching to a minimum. She laughs every time I grab her ass and swats me away, but I can tell she likes it.

We go through the routine. I know she’s struggling a little bit based on the look on her face, but we keep going. We do some simple exercises that leave her breathless and sweating and clearly in pain.

“Want to stop?” I ask. “We can take a break, you know.”

“I know. But if we keep going, I might heal faster.”

I smile a little bit. She’s so strong. I like that about her. “Just a short break.”

“Fine.” She sighs and sits down. “You don’t need to beg.”

I laugh and grab her a water bottle. She takes it happily and looks at me. “So. I’m the only girl you’ve ever brought home, huh?”

I wince and sit next to her. “I was waiting for that question.”

“You have to admit, it’s a little interesting.”

“Maybe to you.”

“Come on.”

“Look, this isn’t the place I want to bring women, okay?”

“Not even as a teenager?” She nudges up against me. “Come on. Rich guy like you, big house like this. It’s a babe magnet.”

“You’d think,” I say. “But no, not really. I went to an all-boys private boarding school my whole life. I mostly spent summers here, otherwise, I was away. There were plenty of girls, just not here.”

She rolls her eyes. “Plenty of girls?”

I lean back on my hand and grin at her. “Jealous?”

“Not at all.”

“Good. You shouldn’t be. It was all just practice for you.”

She laughs at that. “Right. And the hundreds of men before you were just practice, too.”

My eyes smolder at her. “Better be joking.”

“And now you’re the jealous one.”

“Damn right.” I grab her hair and kiss her. She laughs and kisses me back.

“I can’t decide if I like how possessive you are.”

“You do.” I kiss her neck and bite her lip. “I think it gets you off. Hot, rich doctor wants to own you and fuck you at his leisure.”

“When you put it that way…”

I laugh and bite her lip again before standing. “Come on. We have more work to do.”

She sighs but she doesn’t complain.

We finish the routine together. She puts in a lot of good work and when we’re done, she’s on the floor sweating and breathing hard. I grin and watch her, loving how sexy she looks covered in sweat. There’s a noise over near the door that pulls my attention away from her though.

Lora’s standing over there, leaning against the frame. “What are you two doing?” she asks.

“Working out,” I say.

“Torture,” Amber says. “Torturing me. He’s killing me, I’m not even joking.”

I laugh and nudge her with my foot. “Cut it out. You’re being dramatic.”

“Torture,” she groans.

Lora laughs. “I saw the lights on down here and was like, there’s no way someone’s in there. Then I remembered you’re here.”

“Seriously, nobody works out in here?”

“I know. It’s a crime.”

“You could use it, you know.”

She looks indignant. “I go running.”

“There are treadmills.”

“Outside.” She makes a face at the machines. “Those are too easy.”

I laugh at her. “Of course they are.” I look at Amber, who’s writhing around on the floor. “Lora’s always been an overachiever. She was the valedictorian her year.”

“Really?” Amber asks, looking up.

“Really, but it’s not that big of a deal. I graduated with a class of fifty.”

“Still. Cool.”

Lora shrugs. “Listen. I wanted to talk to you guys, actually.” She hesitates a second. “I saw this… thing.”

“You saw a thing?” I ask.