He’s right, control is exhausting. It was extremely invigorating to hand that over for even the one night. It was mind freeing. It was addicting and made me crave it. I can’t believe I am saying this, but I would happily sit at his feet naked and let him stroke my hair like a damn dog because I know what’s to come. Mind freeing pleasure over and over again until my body is spent so much that it and my brain only have the option of shutting off to rest. And I have every bit of confidence that Grant would protect me and take care of me while I got the rest I required to be revived for a new day.
Proving to me that he would not listen to me and my stupid demanding orders, by forcing me to do what he knew was best, saved my life. I was too pigheaded and full of myself to even notice the warning signs of what was truly going on inside of my body.
The doctors said that if I had been two minutes longer getting to them, then I would be dead. My appendix had ruptured, and my body was going septic. It’s embarrassing that I’m this world-renown doctor, and I almost died just because I thought it was best to stay home and not seek professional help. How am I supposed to face him? But I have to; I have to thank him for saving me.
Chapter 13
Grant
It’s been an extremely hot and muggy day out on the open sea, and we are headed back into port. Bryce and I spent the day out in the ocean catching fish and soaking in the sun. Thank God no one got hooked this time, or maybe I was a little disappointed that we wouldn’t have to call the doctor in for an emergency. Each day that passes, something on this boat reminds me of the short time we had. I’m actually glad to be moving back to my house in a few weeks for the football season. I’ll be able to clear my head and be somewhere where I can’t envision her in this place.
One woman who I had encounters with less than a handful of times, yet she torments my consistent thoughts. It fucking pisses me off! I feel like she has a hold on me. It’s like I wear a collar she chained to my neck, and I want her to drag my ass around, instead of me being the one in control. Fuck, I’m not letting that happen. She needs me to be in control. She needs me to free her mind. She needs the pleasure I can bring her.
The upcoming training camp and work should be my focus. It’s been weeks since I’ve seen or heard from her. Time to move on from that one fucking night. That’s all it ever was. Fucking. Why can I not come to terms with it?
When I finally clean up and have a moment to check through the hundreds of emails I receive daily, my eyes catch sight of one that I never would have thought to see.
From: Dr. Mazie Hard <[email protected]>
Subject: Thank You
Mr. Darling,
I am writing to you today to say thank you. I am truly sorry for my outburst of anger during our episode together. I was frightened of the unknown and out of line.
So, thank you for staying calm and getting me to the hospital. They told me that if it had been even two minutes more, I could have quite possibly died. I am grateful to you and really appreciate it. Also, thank you for the flowers and your calls and texts to check on me. I am sorry I did not answer the phone or respond to your messages. I should have.
If there is ever anything you need at all, please do not hesitate to reach out.
Thank you again,
Mazie
(512)555-HARD
Ms. Hard... Now what? Do I email back right away? When did she send this? I haven’t checked my email in a couple of days. With one more click of investigation, I see that this was sent three days ago. Great. Now she probably thinks I am blowing her off.
From: Grant Darling <[email protected]>
Subject: Re: Thank You
Mazie,
It was nice to hear from you. Your thoughtfulness is commendable. I’m glad everything worked out well. How are you feeling these days?
Sincerely,
Grant
Should I have typed more before I hit the send button? I don’t know. If I had been asking myself this same question around seven weeks ago when Mazie was sitting across from me at this very table I’m sitting at right now, I would have had all the confidence in the world. Then seeing her so broken and fragile made me rethink how precious life truly is.
Don’t get me wrong, given the chance again I would still dominate and own her body to make sure that she had the utmost pleasure possible. My body craves it. It yearns to watch her body shake with release, feel the wetness between her legs, smell the sweet scent of her arousal and taste her delectable essence.
I lean back in the cushioned chair and rake my fingers through my hair, leaving my fingers locked behind my head with my elbows span out wide to feel the stretch in my back and shoulders. Yet it’s not relieving any of the frustration brewing within me.
With a huff, I stand and walk over to get a beer and lean on the kitchen island. All the things I want to do to Mazie’s body are running through my head.
Four steps back over to the table where my laptop sits open, I peek at the screen, getting ready to close the browser to my email, and notice Mazie’s name pop up at that very moment.
From: Dr. Mazie Hard <[email protected]>
Subject: Re: Thank You
Mr. Darling,
I am feeling much better and am back at work full time now. It was weird being off during recovery, but it’s great to jump right in and get in the flow of things again. You know, work, work, work. That’s what we do.
Have a nice day,
Mazie
Yes, she does need me to give her a little escape away from the day-to-day operations and show her how to live life to the fullest... filled to the fullest.
From: Grant Darling <[email protected]>
Subject: Re: Thank You
Mazie,
First off, stop with the Mr. Darling bullshit. I personally know what that sweet pussy tastes like, so drop the formalities.
Second, be on my boat at 7 pm tonight. I would like to see you.
Third, pack a bag because you will be staying here over the weekend.
Until tonight,
Grant
Chapter 14
Mazie
Damn this man. He demands, and I obey. Better yet, my body obeys, and my mind tags along. After his last email, no reply was necessary; he knows I’ll show up. Just as I did before. After primping and readying myself for the last few hours, now I’m sitting across from him at the dinner table, crossing my legs tightly to try and relieve the tension building in my core.
It’s like we’ve done this exact same thing before. Oh, wait. We have. Except for this time around I know what I’m getting myself into. Heat, passion, want, desire, ultimate release of my mind, body, and quite possibly my soul.
All the pleasantries of hellos have come and gone to leave us faced with the big question in limbo of what now. What will happen? What do I want to do to him? What do I want him to do to me? This is why I like his dominating ways. I don’t have to think about everything or anything. I have every bit of confidence that he knows what I need and will give it to me.
“It really is great to see you, Mazie. Thank you for coming tonight.”
“It’s good to see you too.”
We continue on with the small talk. Conversation with Grant is easy, it’s like we’ve known each other for a long time, and that’s not the case at all.