Seven
W ell, doc was really called Grace, and I wasn’t lying to her about that. It was a really fitting name for a lady as elegant as her. What I didn’t understand was why she was lowering herself to be in the presence of an asshole like me. I was in no way worthy of a woman like her. Luckily for me, I had no morals, so taking advantage of her interest in a little bit of rough was no big issue. I’d give her a damn good fucking night, and leave her run ragged and dripping with cum.
Was there anything sexier than a woman so fucking horny, she’d forgotten how to think or speak? She was literally just staring at me, practically in a daze, and I couldn’t hold back. I reached forward and gripped her chin lightly.
“Don’t you want my tongue fucking that sweet pussy of yours? You don’t want to feel my hard cock driving deep inside you, and fucking you so hard you can’t breathe? I’m not exactly the sweet and gentle kind, love. I don’t really do the emotional shit, like making love, or whatever. I’m more about gratification, but I’m an equal opportunities gratifier. Where’s your fucking bedroom?”
She blinked at me for a moment, her mind still trailing over each of my words, and then those lips parted on a gasp. I tucked my thumb over her bottom lip, brushing it over soft flesh, with the slight scrape of teeth.
“Bedroom, babe. Now.”
I felt her tongue teasing at my thumb, and suddenly she pulled back, her eyes meeting mine with more clarity in that moment.
“This way. I want all those things you mentioned, Torch. God, I’ve wanted them for ages.”
Fucking really? Ages huh? She really was playing hard to get that whole time. She was about to find out how hard I play, and it had been a long fucking time coming.
I followed her through her posh house, up the stairs and into another pristine room, all pale colours, and not a fucking crease or item out of place anywhere.
“You sure you live here?”
She glanced around her, and I groaned, I didn’t need another reason for her to focus anywhere other than on me and what I wanted to do to her.
“Get naked, love. Right now.”
Her head whipped back in my direction, her eyes wide with shock.
“What?”
“I don’t generally fuck fully clothed, darlin’. You wanna get your fucking clothes off, so I can get at every inch of that sweet naked body of yours? Time’s a wastin’ here.”
I removed my cut and rested it on a pristine surface above some drawers. Then I lifted my t-shirt off, while I kicked my boots off, bending to shed my socks and tuck them in the boots. Why the fuck was I being so tidy now too? As an act of futile rebellion, I tossed my t-shirt on the floor, and stood up in just my jeans. She was still fully fucking dressed, and her eyes were fixed on my t-shirt, crumpled on her carpet like exactly what it was. Discarded fucking clothing.
“Grace,” I barked, getting her attention at last, even as she stepped closer to me. She wasn’t coming for me though, was she? She was going for that fucking item of clothing I hadn’t tidily put away. I caught her wrist as she started to bend.
“Unless you’re gonna do something for me while you’re down there, babe, leave the t-shirt exactly where it is.”
She reluctantly straightened up, and met my eyes, before hers trailed down over my tatted chest and stomach. She swayed on her feet a little, and reached out a hand to steady herself, even as I grabbed it. Was she even with it right now?
I dragged her hard against me, her palms slapping against my chest as she landed, and my arm held her to me. I lifted the other hand to her hair, grabbing that slightly messy bun of hers and tugging on it. Her vision cleared a little as she looked back at me.
“Are you even in the room right now? Babe, I’m not fucking a woman who seems to be out of it like this. What’s… is it the t-shirt? Is it that big a deal, being on the floor?” Hell, maybe it was. I released her, steadying her as she wobbled again, then I turned and grabbed the t-shirt, folding it in half and tucking it on top of my cut.
“Better?” I couldn’t believe I was tidying up, just to get laid. Only for this fucking woman.
“I… I’m sorry. I’m acting crazy, aren’t I?”
Grace turned and dropped heavily onto the bed, idly smoothing the bedding around her as she did.
I crouched in front of her, and waited until she was looking at me.
“Do you even want me, or was this some fantasy idea to get a ‘bit of rough’ and now you’re rethinking it? If you don’t want this, I’ll go. I don’t need to force myself on women, yeah? I get plenty of action.”
Grace smoothed the bedding again until I caught her hands.
“Talk to me, doc. What’s going through that big old brain of yours?”
Grace
I had no idea how to verbalise how I was feeling, or what I wanted, and I felt like this moment, this perfect connection, was about to slip through my fingers. I just wanted him to do all of those dirty things to me, to use me, to take what he wanted from me, but I didn’t know how to say it. Could I just utter the words ‘use me’, or was I forever destined to keep biting them back, lacking the courage to ask for what I wanted?
I’d been with bad boys before, but none of them had set me on fire the way Torch did. None of them had made me yearn to be theirs, to give up everything just to be with them, just to feel their touch, to submit to their will. How did he have such power over me? And why wasn’t he taking advantage of that fact? Why wasn’t he taking what he wanted, rather than backing down, and showing me that he cared about what was going on in my crazy messed up head?
“Doc, you need to say something, or I’m gonna think you need some kinda help here,” Torch murmured, lifting my chin to try and get some eye contact going.
“I…”
“That’s a start. Why don’t we go for at least one more word, right now? Are you okay?” I sucked in a sharp breath, trying to push the words out, but he was trying to make it easy for me, wasn’t he? Just one word?
“Yes,” I whispered, chewing on my lip as I fretted, smoothing the blanket beside me once more.
“It’ll keep doing that while you’re sitting on it, babe.”
He still had my chin, but my eyes had been anywhere but on him until now.
“What?”
He grinned a little. “The blanket. You keep smoothing it like you want it perfect, but your fine ass is what’s making it crease up. Now, I do know a cure for that, but you might not like it.”
I blinked dumbly at him for a moment, and he grinned again, pulling me up from the bed as he stood up, a smooth move, liquid and elegant, but something was wrong. He cursed, pulling his arm back as he straightened a little.
“Torch?”
“I’m fine. It just feels weird, that’s all.” Weird. Something feels weird. Oh god, his injury! I felt clarity returning like a bucket of cold water tipped over me. I tried to turn him around so I could check it, but he was like stone, locked in place, and watching me with an amused grin.
“You want something, babe?”
I rolled my eyes, stepping around behind him, to smooth my fingers over his warm tattooed skin, checking where his stitches were exposed with no bandage on.
“Nothing is torn or damaged, Torch, but oh my god, we need to be careful. These are due out any day now, and if we tear-”
He spun on his heel, grabbing my wrist and pulling my fingers to his lips, sucking my index finger into his mouth, stunning me silent.
“Doc? Stop making excuses. I know you’re back with me now, so give me one good reason why I shouldn’t plough you so fucking good that you can’t walk for a week,” he hissed as he released them, dragging my fingers down his hard chest. There were scars under my fingertips, some more recent than others, and some more severe than others. I knew about them already, having catalogued them during his time as my patient, but I’d never really taken the time to consider just how many times he’d been wounded.
“Get out of your head, and back here with me, babe. I want your hands on me, but I want your brain too. I want you focused on me, on what I want to do to you. I want you fucking feeling every second of this.”
He pushed my hand lower, pressing it over the bulge in his jeans, stroking it up and down.
“I wanna give you this, babe. I wanna shove it so deep inside you, the only thought in your head is gonna be how it feels, plundering your fucking pussy like-”
“St-stop!”