Doctor Daddy (Dark Daddies 2)

When I’m finished with my patients, I head into my office. It’s late, but I call Ruby anyway.

I’m angry, and I can’t help myself.

Fuck Liza. Fuck the board.

I want what I want, and I deserve to have it.

Ruby picks up. “Aiden?”

“Come see me,” I say softly.

She hesitates only a moment. “Where are you?”

“My office.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

“I’ll be there soon.”

We hang up the phone and I sit back to wait, a smile on my lips.11RubyIt feels strange to head into the hospital without going to see my grandmother.

It’s late though, after eleven at night, and I know she won’t be awake. Or at least, she shouldn’t be.

I’m not here for her. Tonight, I’m here for me.

I feel like everyone’s looking at me as I walk across the lobby. I’m wearing a pair of jeans and a light flannel shirt, nothing special, but I feel like I stand out for some reason.

Probably because I know what I’m here to do.

It’s hard not to imagine they don’t know exactly why I’m walking into the elevator so late at night, but of course they don’t.

And even if they did, so what? I’m not doing anything wrong. Neither is Aiden.

Excitement courses through me as I ride the elevator to the top floor. Of course, even if I don’t think I’m doing anything wrong, there’s still that layer hanging over everything…

And it’s exciting. We shouldn’t be doing what we’re doing, especially not in the hospital. We should wait until my grandmother is better before getting this close.

But it’s too late. And now I’m addicted.

I walk down the familiar hall toward his office. His door’s shut and my heart’s beating so fast. I stop outside of it, hesitating just a second.

I don’t know why I’m hesitating. We had a date tonight, a real date. I was ready to go back to his place with him if he asked me.

I was ready to do whatever he wanted. I’d call him Daddy a thousand times if that’s what he wanted.

If I’m honest with myself, I want to say the words as much as he wants to hear them.

I knock once. “Come in,” he says.

I open the door and step inside. Aiden is sitting behind his desk with a book in his hands. He watches me as I shut the door and turn to him.

The chairs that are usually in the central space are pushed off to the side. In their place is a bare rug with a single piece of rope wound into a circle.

I bite my lip and look at the rope then back up at Aiden.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he says, putting down the book.

“What’s that?” I ask.

He smiles. “Even when I’m working, I can’t seem to stop thinking about you.” He comes around the desk, body beautiful in his tight dress shirt unbuttoned down two buttons, showing off his muscular chest ever so slightly. I start breathing faster as he gets closer to me.

“I’ve never been the kind of man that gets distracted,” he says softly. “And yet here I am, distracted as hell.” He stops next to the pile of rope and cocks his head. “Why is that?”

“I don’t know,” I say.

“I think you do.”

“I don’t.”

“You do something to me.” He looks confused for a moment before shaking his head. “Something I think I like.”

I bite my lip. “What’s that for?” I ask, looking at the rope again.

This time, he doesn’t dodge my question. “I want to make you feel something you’ve never felt before,” he says. “Do you want that?”

“Yes,” I say softly, surprising myself.

I never knew I was adventurous. I always thought I was pretty boring, actually. I like to draw, so I work doing illustrations. That’s about the only interesting thing about me. Otherwise, I always thought I was kind of normal.

This though, this is totally not what I ever imagined. I never pictured I’d be involved with a gorgeous, muscular, intense doctor. I never thought I’d call him Daddy.

I never thought I’d let him tie me up.

Simple. Normal. Boring.

I’ve always been safe.

Now though, I don’t want to be safe anymore. Not with my Daddy looking at me like that.

“Come here,” he says.

I walk over toward him. I stop inches away and he tips my chin up toward his, kissing me softly on the lips.

He pulls away before I can get more. “Take off your clothes.”

I hesitate, but I do as he asks. I unbutton my shirt and drop it on the floor, followed by my jeans, my bra, and my panties. I’m completely naked in front of him, feeling so exposed and so excited.

He kicks my clothes aside. “Get down on your knees,” he says.

I slowly get to my knees. The carpet is surprisingly soft.

He walks to my left and picks up the ropes.

“Silk,” he says softly as he walks around me in a short circle. “Soft enough that it won’t leave marks, but strong enough that you won’t be able to get away.”