Adams, Cara - Calling Doctor Wolf [Shape-Shifter Clinic 1] (13 page)

Yet he worried that somehow he’d hurt his cousin, that he’d stolen part of his cousin’s inheritance. Yes, sure, all that had happened was that the will had been probated exactly as it had been written, but he knew their grandparents loved them both, and if George had been hurt, he wanted to give the man what was fair. But not if it meant losing the clinic. He wasn’t prepared to give up the clinic.

Oscar sighed and ran his hands through his hair, then looked at the cream streaks on his skin and realized he’d probably just given his black hair a whole lot of cream highlights.
I hope this paint washes out!

But then he focused on Ambrielle and Danny. He wasn’t treating them fairly either. Instead of spending time with Danny and planning a sex scene that would send them all into the heights of ecstasy, he was sitting on the floor worrying how he’d get a bigger loan to pay extra money to George. He wasn’t even painting the room as well as Ambrielle’d done it while she was fixing up his accounts for him. Fixing a mess that he’d made. In fact, right now, he was batting zero and didn’t even deserve to be a member of the team at all.

He wanted Ambrielle. He wanted the three of them to be together. He wanted the clinic. And in every area he was fucking up and getting it all wrong. Right now he didn’t feel like a Dom, or the person in charge of a clinic. He felt more like he was living one of those nightmares where nothing anyone did made sense and he couldn’t break free of it and wake up.

Oscar shook his head and picked up his roller. Well, he’d paint this room and the next room and at least achieve something today. Then tonight he’d talk to Danny and plan that BDSM scene. Surely he could get something right.

Oh yeah. He couldn’t wait to get Ambrielle naked and chained and work, united with Danny, to give her the best orgasm she’d ever experienced in her life.

Chapter Six

Ambrielle had brought a small extra bag with her to work on Monday. She couldn’t bring much luggage on her motorcycle, but it was surprising how much she could fit in her saddlebags when she rolled things up tightly and packed them down hard. Enough to have some extra clothes and clean underwear as well as her toothbrush anyway.

She had a bubble of excitement in her that kept welling up all day long at the thought of what would happen tonight. She wondered if they’d go to a hotel again, or if Danny had finished enough of the work on the top floor for them to stay there. As long as there was a door they could lock and a mattress on the floor she’d be happy.
I don’t really want people able to walk in on us as we’re fucking and I definitely don’t want to fuck against a door again.
Ambrielle giggled, remembering the door splintering around her and Oscar.

And what if it isn’t today? What if they don’t want me until tomorrow?

Ambrielle shrugged. She could wait another day. She knew the three of them were going to play a BDSM scene. She could wait until the men had it properly organized.

At least all the files had been e-mailed off to Sierra. Poor Oscar had gotten himself into quite a state over that. As soon as she’d sorted the payments by date order, they’d fallen into an easily recognizable pattern and it’d only taken her three hours to finish the job he’d been stressing over all day. With a bit of luck Sierra would run rings around George’s lawyer and everything would be sorted out in no time at all.

Ambrielle sat at her desk and chewed the end of a pen. It was a bad habit, but one she couldn’t seem to break herself of. Besides, it helped her think.

She looked down at her fingernails, purple today to match her shirt, and thought about Oscar’s cousin. He was quite a few years younger than Oscar—the same as age as her, twenty-five—and an only child. Maybe he was somewhat of a spoiled baby, thinking the world owed him a living? Or maybe she was being unfair and a cash payout to even up the two inheritances was really his right.

But…

If it had been her, she would never have questioned the will. If her grandparents had left her anything she’d have been grateful that they’d remembered her and wanted her to remember them and would have accepted the gift however small it was. Even if it was less than what was given to someone else. She certainly wouldn’t have gone crying to an attorney and harassing other family members. And since he evidently was upset, why didn’t he simply contact Oscar and say, “Hey, I’ve been ripped off. Let’s talk”? It all seemed to her as if he was grandstanding and, well, pretty much a spoiled brat.

Still, it wasn’t her place to judge a man she’d never met. There could be all kinds of issues she knew nothing about. Time to get back to work. And to think about tonight.
Well, I hope it’ll be tonight.

* * * *

First thing Monday morning Danny had installed a sturdy dead bolt on the door he’d made across the hallway. The door that was now the entrance to their own apartment. He’d followed that up by nailing a thick blanket across the window in what would be their bedroom.

Privacy? Check.

He and Oscar had sat down together the night before and planned a nice little scene for Ambrielle, easing her into the BDSM genre and finishing up with an idea he was rather pleased with. And if she wasn’t ready for it yet, no problems, they’d use it another day in the future when she was willing.

And there
would
be a future because Danny was convinced the three of them were right for each other and would become a permanent triad partnership. Oh sure, Oscar’s head was up his ass right now with all this shit caused by his fuckup of a cousin, but Sierra would sort that out. Danny had a very high opinion of the attorney. She was beautiful and smart and more than a match for any attorney George hired.

Ambrielle was a little hesitant about the relationship, too. Danny could see that as well, but he was sure she’d come around to the plan. Get with the program. Anyone could see how perfect they all were for each other, how well their personalities blended, how companionably they got along together, and how hot they were in bed together. Yes, it was three out of three for the three of them!

Danny stared around the room. The rooms were framed up and the bathroom and kitchen laid out. He had the electrician and plumber both booked to come in this week and get the rooms set up and he’d ordered a sink, a tub, and a shower for the bathroom. He’d let Ambrielle choose the kitchen equipment. He’d tell her he needed a woman’s insight to make sure he didn’t get anything wrong. Working with him on the kitchen equipment would get her used to the idea of the apartment, and with luck, give her a sense of belonging and ownership in it as well

Or would it make her worry he only saw her as a kitchen slave? Hmm. Likely he needed to think a bit more about that. He really needed to get her thinking about their relationship as an ongoing one, though. He’d talk to Oscar when he took a break later today. Meanwhile he had to install a beam to hang chains from for tonight, and there was the bed to organize yet. He needed to get moving. The day was being wasted while he was standing here.

* * * *

Oscar was determined to focus only on his two partners tonight, his very best friend and the woman he admired and wanted to know much better. Tonight would be all about learning her likes and dislikes, seeing what set her on fire, what ramped up the intimacy level in her mind.

But Danny was an equal member of this triad, so Danny’s wants, needs, desires also had to be at the forefront of his mind. It was Danny who’d made them take the time to work out the scene together, and Danny who’d forced him to put his everyday life away for this night.

If this relationship was to be a success it was up to Oscar to do his part, to put his partners first, to forget about his cousin and the clinic and focus only on Ambrielle and Danny.

Ambrielle was so beautiful. She was lush, rounded, yet fit and strong, and her mind was as big an attraction to him as her body. Just yesterday he’d been forced to accept that her logical brain had solved his problems far faster than he had done. He’d been too deeply involved in the issues to take a break and plan coolly and clearly what steps had to be taken to fix it. She’d seen the problem, isolated it, and had it half-solved so fast his brain had been reeling. So now he needed to reward her, to demonstrate clearly to her that he appreciated every facet of her personality.

Danny had set up what would be their bedroom as the dungeon. That was best, so that when they invited guests to visit with them in future, the living room would be a space that anyone could enter and feel at home in. The bedroom, however, would be their own private retreat and playground. Danny had installed a bracing beam on the ceiling with eyebolts and chains attached so they could restrain Ambrielle a number of different ways for their various scenes.

Oscar wanted to start with her feet flat on the floor, until she got used to that. Later he would make her stretch and rest only on her toes. She would learn how to help take her weight on her arms, but he didn’t want to overwhelm her tonight. No, tonight he wanted her to experience the true joy that only comes with submission to a Master.

By the time he’d visited with each of his patients and written up their charts, it was almost seven thirty. He’d intended to shower and change, but there was no time for that. Oscar thought for a moment, wondering if making her wait would enhance the anticipation, but then decided it was too soon for those kinds of techniques yet, so he left his “Doctor” persona in his office and hurried up to the top floor. The door was open and he walked inside to see both Danny and Ambrielle already in the living room. Oscar smiled and turned and dead bolted the door.

“Let the games begin,” said Danny.

They’d scripted this part of the evening thoroughly, wanting to ensure Ambrielle knew what would happen and so she could adjust and even change her mind if she needed to. Oscar nodded to Danny. Danny’d been the one encouraging him to get started on this scene, so he deserved to explain the safe word system to their new sub.

“Ambrielle, with your Internet surfing I expect you learned all about safe words,” said Danny.

Oscar flicked his gaze from Danny to Ambrielle. She was nodding. So far so good.

“We use the traffic light system. It’s very simple for a new sub to understand. Either Oscar or I will ask you what color you are. If you’re enjoying everything and happy to continue you say—”

“Green.” Ambrielle smiled at them both.

“Correct. If you are okay at present but don’t want to continue or don’t want any more stimulation you say—”

“Orange.”

“That’s right. You may say
red
at any time. Red is when you don’t want to continue playing at all. Red stops everything completely. There is no restarting the action once you’ve said
red
. Do you understand?” asked Danny.

“Yes.”

“Are you ready to begin the scene?” asked Oscar.

“Yes.”

“Well, the first step is for you to get naked.” Danny leered at her in a very wolfish, exaggerated way.

“Aren’t you both going to undress as well?” she asked.

“Oh, we’ll be bare when the appropriate time comes. Don’t ever doubt that,” said Danny.

Hell, yes. His cock was already standing up at the thought of touching her, never mind fucking her later tonight.

Very quickly she took off her shoes, pants, and blouse, folded them neatly, and looked around for somewhere to leave them. There was no furniture in this room at all, so she shrugged and left them on the floor, then dropped her bra and panties onto the top of the pile. Oscar wished she’d loosened her hair from the neat braid that hung down her back, but since they planned to flog her later, if things went according to plan, it was likely more convenient to have it tied up. But he longed to run his fingers through the length and take the time to appreciate the natural beauty of her wavy, dark hair.

Oscar mentally shrugged and put that behind him.
It’s not about you tonight.

“Come,” ordered Danny. Danny led them into the bedroom. Oscar made sure he was standing to the side, so he could see her face when she saw the chains hanging from the ceiling and the big new bed. He hoped it’d excite her, thrill her, but there was always the chance she would be scared at the thought of being tied up. Well, they had a backup plan if that happened, too.

But no, she remained perfectly calm.
Good.

“We are in the dungeon now. You will remain perfectly silent unless asked a direct question. You will answer with two words only,
yes
or
no
, or your color, and
Sir
or
Master
. Do you understand?” asked Danny.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Color?” ordered Oscar, wondering if she was assimilating all this new information.