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The first time Frank had sex with Mel he saw God. And God certainly did not look like Michael Robinavitch.
It was hot and messy, a little over two weeks after he returned back to work. Robby had left on his sabbatical, but his harsh words still rang in Frank's ears when he looked in the mirror. Dr. Al-Hashimi wasn't much better— she kept him on a short leash, watching his movements like a hawk and even jumping in to order medications for his patients herself on multiple occasions. He figured Robby must have filled her in about the real reason he had been discharged and pushed into rehab, but she never brought it up and he never volunteered the information. They worked tensely around one another.
Mel was his solace, his spark of joy during the repeated humiliation ritual of relearning his job and regaining his confidence. She never once wavered in her firm conviction that he was the same Dr. Langdon as ever, the same brilliant mind and steady hands as the day she first met him. Unfortunately, she was just about the only one who still saw him in such a light.
That night after his shift Abby was screaming at him on the phone, something about his damn dog digging up the yard again, and his head was pounding. And there Mel was, walking by the ambulance bay in a dark blue tank top, offering him a quick wave and a small smile like a fleeting mirage. He knew she didn't have a car and walked home most nights, but for some reason the sight of her retreating back was too much for him to handle. He barely offered his wife a goodbye before he was hanging up the phone and jogging over to her side to offer her a ride home. It was the least he could do to thank her for the support she had offered him in the past few weeks.
Fifteen short minutes later and he was sitting on her couch, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt just to keep his hands occupied while Mel bent in front of him. It was Friday night and Becca was supposed to come over and watch a movie, she had explained in the car, but she was staying overnight at Adam's family's place instead. They were all going to the zoo tomorrow and wanted to get a head start in the morning. Mel was alone, and Frank was lonely, and he couldn't remember the last time he had watched a movie with a friend. But now he was busy staring at the ceiling while her hips wiggled before him, idly moving as she inserted the disc into her DVD player. He had let Mel pick the movie— she was putting on When Harry Met Sally, citing it as one of her favorites. When she sat next to him, folding her legs under her body and resting her head by his shoulder on the back of the couch, he wondered if he should have told his wife where he was instead of saying he was working late.
All thoughts of his wife, his marriage problems, his struggles at work vanished into thin air when Mel snuggled into his side and slid her hand across the flat plane of his stomach, her pinky finger dipping innocently under the waistband of his jeans to rub against the expanse of hair hidden just from her sight. She nuzzled her nose into his shoulder and breathed out a soft, whimpering sigh of contentment that shot straight to his dick.
He was sliding inside of her minutes later, gasping and panting and grunting lowly under his breath as she clenched around him. Mel lay on her back on the couch, the movie forgotten in the background as he bent over her and slowly opened her up. Their pants were discarded on the floor, her already wet panties pushed to the side to expose the throb of her soaked pussy; his underwear was pulled down just enough for him to enter her. He yanked her tank top down and fondled her flushed, bare breasts as they shook beneath the force of his thrusts. She was bucking her hips up to meet him, desperate whines falling from her open mouth as she arched her back and chased his lips. They kissed hungrily as he sank into the blazing embrace of her cunt, their noses bumping harshly as their teeth clashed and their tongues pushed one another out of the way.
Frank fucked her raw, rough, starving as if he hadn't touched anyone in years. He had had sex with his wife just a few days ago but it was nothing compared to the easy way Mel's legs parted for him, the thick squeeze of her walls against his aching cock enveloping him as she swallowed his every inch. Sparks spun behind the dark of his eyes as he slammed her into the couch cushion, his mind emptying of any cognisance as he relished the pleasure of fucking into something so soft, so wet, so tight and willing and wonderful as Mel.
She whispered to him as he thrust into her, each little word making his hips stutter and his breathing quicken. She dragged dull nails over his covered back while her other hand wound into his hair, tugging it tightly as she held him close and told him what a good job he was doing. What a good boy he was for her, how well he was fucking her, how good he was making her feel. He surrendered to her words, desperate to make her feel as good as she made him feel validated at work. Mel dragged her wet lips over his ear and nibbled his lobe harshly as she delved into praise about how pretty he was, how she loved seeing him move around with confidence during a trauma procedure, how she had just wanted to get on her knees and reward him after she had heard of his successful cervical reduction.
Frank came almost immediately. He was barely conscious enough to pull out, his release painting her stomach as he panted and shook over her limp form. Mel ran sharp fingers through his hair, whispered praise and utterances of "good boy" falling from her flushed lips as he came on her. He had never experienced an orgasm like it: the debauchery, the sudden obscenity of their situation thrilled him to his aching core. Her words had ignited an inferno inside of him unlike anything he had ever known. He didn't just like praise— he lived for it.
He grew up chasing the affections of his parents, his teachers, his friends, even strangers passing by on the streets. He bloomed under their easy affection and support; their belief in him was all he needed, even when he struggled to believe in himself. It fueled him, kept him running when he had nothing left in the tank. Robby — his boss, his mentor, and once his friend — helped him soar to heights he never knew he could reach. People laughed, called him "Robby's golden boy" and the "prodigal son," but every insinuation of him being valued, loved, owned by Robby made him work even harder. Robby's dismissal of him, his disowning of the man he had once considered his protégé, had killed him on the inside. He had withered like a flower cast in shadow.
But Mel… Mel, with her golden hair and sunny smile and simple belief in him, wasn't just a ray of sunshine in his life. She was the whole damn sun.
There was another hour left on their movie. Frank spent every last second of it between her thighs. He devoured her like a man starved, cleaning his cum from the soft curls between her shaking legs and swirling his tongue around her clit until she cried. He wasn't sure how many times she came in his mouth— he lost count pretty quickly. She tasted sweeter than any honey he had ever tasted, more luscious than any juicy peach he had let trickle down his chin. Mel squirmed on her back the whole time, cheeks red with delight and glasses precariously askew as she wove her fingers into his hair and tugged hard. He was extra loud for her, something that was somewhat of a turn off with his wife. As he plunged his tongue into her fucked-out entrance and tasted her release direct from the source, he thanked God over and over again that Mel wasn't his wife. There was no yelling, no accusations ringing in his ears: just his beautiful coworker's melodic moans as she came into his mouth for the umpteenth time.
Afterwards Frank sat, half-naked and somehow more exhausted than he had been in a long time, on her couch as the movie credits rolled. He savored the lingering taste of her on his tongue as Mel stood at his side, awkwardly shimmying back into her pants. It was that exact moment that he realized he was still wearing his wedding ring. He wasn't sure why it came as a shock to him, but all he could do was stare at it in dumbfounded wonder. He waited for the guilt to come, for the horror to seep in as he realized with clarity what he had done, but all he could truly focus on was the tang of Mel's release in his mouth. It was heavenly.
"Thank you," Mel whispered as she zipped up her jeans. "I really needed that."
Frank looked up at her slowly, his mind trying to catch up with her words. His lips tingled with the exertion of eating her out for an entire hour. "Uh, yeah. Me too." He wanted to desperately to stay, to ask if he could spend the night with her so he didn't have to leave her side, but the knowledge of his family at home sat like a heavy weight in his chest. He absentmindedly twisted his wedding band against his finger. "I… gotta get going. Wish I could stay but I have to, uh. Let the dog out, y'know?"
Mel stared down at him, at the obvious way he spun the ring on his finger, and pulled her top back up with a low laugh. "I know you're married, Langdon. You've been wearing that ring since we met. I figured you would just… push me away if you weren't okay with this." Frank looked down at his hands, flinching as he realized what he was doing. He let them fall to his side. Mel continued quickly, looking away as her words tumbled out in a rush. "I just— Becca has been so distant lately and whenever we do talk it's all about her perfect boyfriend and their perfect sex and how perfectly he understands her and… oh god, Langdon, I'm so sick of it! And I'm sick of being alone, and putting everyone else first, and for once I wanted to be selfish and take something I wanted and, Jesus, I've wanted you so bad for so long…"
Frank tilted his head to stare at her sideways as she spoke. Her head was bent as she cleaned her foggy glasses. "You've wanted me… for so long?" he questioned, his heart leaping against his will. She nodded slowly, still unable to meet his eyes.
"So long. I crushed on you hard after the day we met. Reuniting with you was… a dream come true. I kept thinking you would be different, changed, but you were exactly as I remembered. Perfect. Strong. Warm. Gentle with me. God, the things I've wanted to do to you—"
"I want you to do them to me," he said quickly, cutting her off in his desperation. His whole mouth had gone dry. "I don't care what you want, I— I want it too. I missed you so bad Mel, and these days I feel like you're the only person who can really… see me."
Mel regarded him silently, her pupils blown as she righted the glasses on her face and studied him. His wide, wet eyes, the downturned, open pant of his mouth— they drank each other in, dizzy from the afterglow of their orgasms, under the steady glow of Mel's TV.
When she pulled him into a kiss, her hands warm around his neck and her lips softly giving way to his searching tongue, he felt those sparks in his chest again. Fireworks behind his eyes, blooming color like the Fourth of July. Who needed to listen to the concerns of a wife back home, to the disappointment of a once-trusted mentor, when you were kissing pure sunshine?
The next day at work, and several after that too, he hopped around with extra energy and a skip in his step. Mel watched him with a proud sparkle in her eye, as if she were glad he was feeling more like himself again. It was just a one-night stand, he told himself, just a way for them both to blow off some steam after a long day of work.
But the funny thing about working in an ER is that long, rough shifts happen nearly every day. Against his better judgment, Frank found himself growing very familiar with Mel's apartment.
He loved the way her bed sheets smelled when he was absolutely not supposed to be between them: clean linen and something softly floral, haunting his senses long after he left her place. He loved the ease with which he moved about her kitchen, fixing them a snack they would have no time to eat for a movie they would absolutely not be watching. They would soon be busy devouring one another instead as the sound of Mel's TV washed over them.
Mel discovered Frank's predisposition for submission pretty early on their relationship. He could tell it turned her on— her eyes lit up when he bowed before her, his lips grazing her bare legs reverently as he kissed his way up to what he wanted most in the whole world. She would grin as she dragged her nails through his hair, tugging perhaps harder than necessary just to rip a whine from his throat. Sometimes she would lock her legs around his neck, holding him in place as he ate her out until he could barely breath through the scent and taste of her arousal. He lived for those moments, when he was so dedicated to her pleasure that he could barely breathe.
He took her direction well. All she had to do was shift to one side, make a single noise of discontentment, and he would change his approach until she was screaming out his name. Oh, how he loved that sound. He could die tomorrow happily so long as he had heard her cry out his name in ecstasy at least once more first.
At work Frank moved with renewed confidence. With Robby on his sabbatical he had no watchful eye over him, knowing him more intimately than most. Knowing his past, his prowess, his skill as well as he knew his many points of failure. Dr. Al-Hashimi watched approvingly as his confidence regrew like a flower opening to the summer sky, but Frank barely noticed. All he cared about was the way Mel's watchful eyes tracked his movements at work, the way she deferred to him in a trauma and smiled at him just slightly when he did something right. At work she was his mentee, his quick and devoted subject who followed his every order to the letter.
But when night rolled around and he found himself in her room once again, the tables could not be more turned.
"Oh Frank," she purred as he thrust his tired tongue inside of her, tasting her arousal as he spread her thighs before his face. He was naked, kneeled on her bedroom floor as her legs dangled off the bed to rest on his broad shoulders. Mel was bare too, her skin flushed and softly illuminated by the wandering orange glow of the lava lamp on her bedside table as she palmed her tits and arched her back off the bedspread. "You're so good at pleasuring me, baby… God, your tongue feels so good…"
He whimpered, his cock rock-hard and leaking as he rutted weakly against air. She usually didn't allow him to cum unless he had made her orgasm at least a few times first, but this was the first time she had ever denied him to fuck her. He was desperate for it, his whole length flushed and throbbing as his hips stuttered. His wife was so weak, her body limp and pliant whenever he wanted to have sex with her— he relished how forcefully Mel's fingers wound into his hair, tugging him into her body with a painful sharpness as her knees locked around his neck.
"P-please, Mel, tell me what I can do to make you feel better," he whined, dragging his tongue through her folds before wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking forcefully in the way he knew made her toes curl. She cried and arched into the touch, one leg slipping off his shoulder and falling to the ground at his side.
"Right there, right there…" she moaned softly as he sucked her clit, his tongue massaging the hardened nub's underside as her body shook against his face. "I-If you make me cum again tonight, I'll give you a reward."
He moaned against her sweet arousal, one hand firmly clutching the thigh around his neck while he brought the other up to her entrance so he could began to work his fingers inside her. Her body opened around his slick digits, eagerly parting as he curled two fingers inside of her and began to stroke her toward her third orgasm of the night. Her leg on the ground inched closer to his throbbing cock until he felt his tip prodding against her bare ankle— he gasped lowly at the friction, his hips bucking forward to drag his length up her leg. It wasn't as satisfying as sheathing himself inside of her, their raw skin meeting in a flush of wet warmth, but it was better than anything he had been allowed so far that night.
He fingered her as he swirled his tongue around her clit, his movements working in tandem to elicit the prettiest moans he could out of his lover. She rewarded him by pressing her leg against his length, allowing him the reach to thrust messily against her skin. He scooted closer to her until his dick pushed fully into her leg, his leaking cockhead stroking from her ankle up to her soft calf as he rutted clumsily against her. She grinned and tugged his hair harshly, holding him so flush to her throbbing pussy that he could barely breathe. He relished every sensation, his breathing long and deep as he huffed against the soft, soaked curls between her trembling thighs. He had never known a taste sweeter, a sound more heavenly than the ones before him.
She came with a cry of his name, her nails digging into his scalp as she forced him to grind his face into her dripping cunt. His eyes closed as she dragged herself across his face, his tongue needily lapping up her release as it soaked his taste buds. He rutted against her leg as she came, the heat in his belly coiling fiercely as his own climax mounted. Her flushed skin was so tantalizing against his cock, the friction so delicious despite the forced restraint.
"Good boy, good boy," Mel moaned softly as her grip on his hair relaxed. She pet through his dark locks as he panted brokenly against her entrance. "There's my good boy, my puppy."
He actually, embarrassingly, whined at the pet name. She freed him of her hold but he continued to bury his face between her legs, whimpering and moaning to himself as he eagerly cleaned the stickiness from between her folds. His cock was impossibly hard as he rocked against her leg, the nickname fueling his desperation as he humped her.
"Looking for some release, hmm?" Mel teased, petting his head like a dog as he lapped at her messily. "You've been such a good boy for me… I suppose you deserve it. You can come whenever you like, puppy."
Frank groaned lowly and nuzzled between her thighs, breathing her scent deeply as he wrapped both hands around her calf and drew it close to his body. He knew he could probably jump up on the bed with her now, sink inside her enveloping warmth as soon as he wanted to, but he couldn't imagine removing himself from the friction present to him now. He leaned into her leg, rutting against her soft calf with all the energy he had left in him. Mel cooed praises and words of affection down at him as he lost himself in her scent and humped her leg like a desperate dog. He moaned into her core with every thrust, his precum dripping down to her ankle as he rocked against her sweet-smelling skin. It only took a few heady minutes before he was spilling over her leg, the rock of his hips slowing as he spurted thick ropes of cum onto her bare skin.
He continued to rut slowly against her as the orgasm wound through him, every inch of his body on fire as his release rolled down her leg and dripped over the jut of her ankle. He was vaguely aware of the smirk in Mel's voice when she called him her good boy again, but her thighs around his ears muffled her words. He drank in her heady scent as his tongue absentmindedly lapped at the few fresh drops of arousal that had leaked out of her while he humped her leg. When she pulled him back by his hair he sat there on the floor, his messy cock soft against his thigh as he gazed dazedly up at her. His lips were swollen and tingling, his cheeks stinging from the rub of her hair against his skin.
"You're very obedient, aren't you?" Mel grinned, pushing Frank's sweaty hair out of his face. He nodded weakly. She tilted her head and regarded him for a moment, her eyes wandering down his exposed neck and bare chest thoughtfully. "Bark for me?"
"Woof."
The word came out instinctively, as if he had been simply waiting for the order. Mel's smile widened with satisfaction.
"Good boy. Now come clean up the mess you've made."
Frank lowered himself immediately, pressing flat to her bedroom floor as she raised her leg towards him. His release clung to her bare skin like spilled milk, dripping slowly down to the floor. He brought his tongue to her ankle and lapped up a drop before it could escape, his tongue dragging up the length of her calf as he cleaned up his mess. He swallowed it dutifully, his tongue methodically cleaning every inch of her skin from the mark he had left on her. The taste of his own cum sat heavy on his tongue, salty-sweet and thick with desperation. He savored the flavor only because he had been allowed to clean it off of her— nothing could taste as good as Mel did.
That night they wound their sweaty bodies around one another, skin sticky and smelling of sex as they slept. Frank had told his wife he would be working late, well into the hours of the morning in fact. Despite the fact that he and Mel only had a few hours together, it was still one of the best sleeps of his life.
A few days later and Mel was giving him a handjob in the bathroom at work.
They hadn't meant to start the day like that, but before noon Frank had already saved several lives. There was one close call in particular, a man who came in complaining of heartburn. Frank caught it for what it was: a silent heart attack. He was able to get the man tested and admitted for evaluation in case his heart worsened, rather than turning him away as some of the other doctors were content to. On a typical day, Frank would have been looking around to see if there was a glow of approval or even just recognition in Robby's eyes. But Robby wasn't here, and Mel was pulling him into the bathroom after her before he had even fully caught his breath.
"You are on fire today, Dr. Langdon," she purred into his neck as she slipped her hands under his scrubs and into his underwear. He hissed with shock and pleasure as her hand curled around his half-hard length, stroking him softly as he thickened against her palm. "My little pup, barking orders for everyone to follow."
He whimpered as she quickened her pace, pulling his pants down until the heady throb of his cock was exposed to the privacy of the bathroom. "J-Jesus, Mel, thank you… thank you, I needed this so bad… Today has been so stressful."
"I know, baby, I know," Mel sighed, pressing a feather-light kiss to his hammering pulse. She licked against his sweaty neck as she quickened her strokes; Frank tilted his head up to the ceiling as Mel ran her thumb over his slit, teasing his leaking cockhead as he squirmed under her hold. He moaned louder than he should have, his whole body trembling with a blazing fire as she worked him towards his completion. A few more heavy tugs and his orgasm crashed down over him like a tidal wave, ripples of burning pleasure simmering through his veins as he painted the bathroom floor. Mel kissed his neck as his dick pulsed in her small hand, milking every last drop of cum from him as he came in bursts of mind-numbing bliss.
"Mel," he whined, tilting his head to pant against her lowered forehead. "Mel, baby, please… I want this, I want you, all the time. You don't even have to ask, okay? Just, fucking— use me, I don't care. Whatever you want, whatever you need I can give you."
"You mean it? You gonna be an obedient little puppy for me?" she grinned, tilting her head up to graze her lips along his jaw. His cock twitched heavily in her hand, another few drops of cum falling weakly from his tip.
"Yes, baby, please let me be good for you," he sighed contentedly, lowering himself to her lips. She kissed him softly, searchingly, as if considering his words. When she pulled back he stayed in place, mouth parted and panting as if waiting her next order.
"Okay. Clean the floor for me— we can't leave a mess, now can we?"
"N-no, of course not," he said as Mel tucked his spent dick back into his scrubs. He didn't even hesitate before he grabbed some toilet paper and bent to wipe down the floor. He flushed with embarrassment at how much he had come, but he cleaned it dutifully as Mel watched.
"Good boy," she praised him, bending down to pat his head. He was almost sick with how much her words, her simple touch ruffling his hair, excited him.
Their summer passed in waves of sun and sweat, lust and adoration.
The more time that Robby spent away from the Pitt, the more Frank simply began to forget about him. The more he sought Mel's praise, the less he even remembered the ways he used to glow under Robby's attention. Mel was everything he wanted, everything he needed, all in one: a golden glow of belief, of simple acceptance, of approval. He didn't have to chase her, to prove himself to her and beg for her forgiveness. She simply offered it up as if it had never been a question in her mind.
He fell over himself trying to make it up to her. As far as he was concerned, his whole body — no, his whole soul — was at her disposal. In turn, Mel enthusiastically took to touching him whenever she could.
Stressful shifts at work meant she would pull him into the break room just to hold him for awhile, her head buried in his shoulder as she squeezed his biceps and ran her hands over the taught muscles of his stomach. Sometimes she dipped her hands under his shirt, shamelessly scratching her nails through his thick chest hair as he awkwardly kept watch over her head lest someone walk by and see them in the incriminating position. He still wore his ring at work, though he had begun to wonder if he should start telling people he was getting a divorce. Somehow, that lie seemed more manageable than the one that he wasn't falling deeply, madly, irrevocably in love with Melissa King.
Some nights, when he drove her home in the evenings, he barely had time to pull on his seatbelt before she was fondling his crotch through his pants. She would unzip him without a word, pulling his soft cock out in the car as he drove, flushed, through the dark streets towards her place. She wouldn't even try to get him off— instead she seemed to delight in simply playing with him, rolling the soft flesh between her fingertips and studying it as it grew firm under her touch. She would tap his tip with her index finger until the precum began to stick to it, and as he drove hurriedly under revealing streetlamps she would see how far she could raise her finger and still have that shiny, sticky string of release cling to her fingerprint. If the sight was to her satisfaction she would praise him, then tease him lowly when his dick twitched at the words.
Mel loved to tease him. She loved the feeling of his cock growing thick in her mouth when she would lay next to him on her couch, the movie he had picked out nearly forgotten when she pulled him out of his pants and sucked on him idly. Never trying to get him off, just toying with the member in her mouth as he tried desperately to focus on the movie and not cum too quickly. If he came in her mouth without permission then she might not let him fuck her later— though most often she would allow him to hump her leg instead, which he secretly enjoyed almost as much. So Frank would sit, hands clenching at his sides as Mel cockwarmed him with her mouth and pretended to watch the movie with him even as she teasingly rolled her tongue around his stiffening dick.
She riddled his body with marks to claim him, as if he were really hers despite the band on his finger and the legal documents he tried to forget existed. Abby was confused when he started denying her sex, but she respected his wishes calmly. Frank blamed it on the stress of returning to work, and she politely didn't mention that he had been back at work for months now and yet was "still adjusting." She gave him space, and he took it with relief. He dreaded the day Abby might roll his shirt up in his sleep and find his chest riddled with red bruises and bite marks.
Mel sunk her teeth into him as if he were a fine meal, as if she had waited her whole life to taste someone in this way. She curled her fingernails into him until he cried, tears of pleasure rolling down his cheeks as she drug her nails across his skin. He relished the burn of her touch, the fire of her fingertips and the lava of her lips scorching his body. He loved the feeling of her small hands closing around his windpipe when she rode him, her back arching in the dim shadows of her apartment as she choked him and stole her own pleasure. He also loved it when she allowed him to mount her from behind, calling him her good boy as he hunched over her body and fucked her like the world was ending. He felt like a ticking time bomb, a collection of evidence too damning to deny should Abby ever simply catch sight of him undressing.
But he couldn't deny the thrill it sent through him whenever he slept next to his wife at night, curled around her body as his hands pressed under his shirt and ran over the deep divots Mel had etched into his skin hours earlier. Bites that would be bruises by morning, scratches that would take days to heal. He savored every possessive mark Mel left on his body, warning his wife that Frank was now hers should Abby ever try to look.
Frank grew content as the summer passed by. Content with stolen moments with Mel, content with awkward silence at home, content with freedom at work. No Robby to hoist him up to the spotlight, to show him off before everyone and claim him as the prodigy he used to think he was. But… no Robby to talk down to him, either. No Robby to scorn him, make him question himself and his skills. Just his beautiful, understanding Mel who never asked too much, who never expected perfection of him. Frank grew in confidence without Robby's help— he felt freer than he had in a very long time.
So when he walked into work one morning in early fall and found himself staring into those familiar brown eyes, ones that had once filled him with confidence and then filled him with terror, he was surprised to find himself feeling… nothing. Nothing good, but nothing bad either. Robby arched an eyebrow at him, as if to indicate surprise that he was still here, but Frank merely offered him a thin smile and a brief, "Welcome back."
They worked side by side, tense but familiar with one another's movements. Mel stood back as they worked, content to offer them space to reconnect, but all Frank missed was the ease with which he moved around her. They knew what one another needed before they even asked for it, knew how to offer support and what to do next during a trauma before the other could vocalize it. He and Robby worked largely the same way, but it was wholly different. He felt none of the same ease and comfort around Robby as he used to— as he did around Mel, now. After a tense rescue — a hiker who had fallen down a cliff, impaled by several tree limbs and flown to the hospital — Robby caught him before he could walk away again.
"Nice job in there."
Frank massaged the sanitizer into his hands slowly as he regarded his former mentor. Robby watched him just as closely, and after a moment Frank realized that he was waiting for Frank to say something more— perhaps even to apologize for their last conversation, those many months ago before Robby left on his sabbatical. He smirked and looked at the ground.
"You too, boss. Glad you had a good trip."
He turned to leave, hoping Robby would catch the hint that he wasn't seeking praise or attention from him anymore, but suddenly Robby was speaking again.
"I see you've gotten more confident."
Frank froze, ready to keep walking away, but he couldn't resist taking the bait. He turned back slowly.
"I work better when I'm not being watched like a hawk by someone who's waiting for me to fuck up," he said lowly. Robby looked down, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets roughly.
"I wasn't waiting for you to fuck up. I was afraid you would fuck up. Big difference."
"Not really," Frank said, shrugging. "Look, man, it's not a big deal. You stopped believing in me, and I can't even really blame you. But when I put in the work, the months of work, and came back ready to prove myself you still sat there just waiting for me to prove you right. And admit it— you were mad I didn't, Robby. You were mad I never fucked up."
"Of course I wasn't mad you didn't fuck up," Robby sighed, looking back up at him sharply. "But I was disappointed in your lack of confidence. There used to be a time I thought you would take over this place, would take over for me, and now I don't even know if I trust you enough to work on your own."
"I've done just fine without you, Robby," Frank snapped. "And maybe I don't want to stay here be your successor, your fucking heir apparent— did you ever think of that? Maybe I want to explore a fellowship, maybe I want to teach elsewhere. I don't need to be in charge of others, or give orders and hold people up to unreasonable expectations. I've let all that go. I'm happy as I am."
Robby frowned at him and tilted his head, considering him quietly. Frank held his gaze steadily. "You've changed, Frank."
Frank shrugged and took a step back. "I needed change. I hope that your time off gave you a fresh perspective too. I'm done being your golden boy, your impossibly perfect protégé, Robby."
With that he turned, hands deep in his pockets as he walked away. The relief of finally confronting Robby, off getting the thoughts he had been harboring for months off his chest at last, was so freeing he practically floated across the ED floor. He had meant every word: Robby had at last been knocked off his pedestal in Frank's life. He could care less about the glory of being claimed as his successor, as his famed mentee for all to look up to. There was only one person he wanted to worship now, to wait after and follow the lead of for the rest of his life. And there she was, waiting for him around the corner with a proud sparkle in her eye.
"I take it your reunion with Robby went well?" Mel questioned as she fell into step with him, their paces matching with familiar ease.
"Better than I expected," Frank grinned, his heart soaring as he looked down at her. "You've… helped me so much this last summer, Mel. Really brought my confidence back."
"Your confidence never left you, Dr. Langdon," she assured him gently. "It just needed a little reawakening, that's all."
"Well I'm glad I have you in my life to… reawaken things in me," he teased lowly, meaningfully. Mel's eyes flashed with soft satisfaction.
"Tonight I might just have a present waiting for you… at my place," she offered as they walked to their next patient.
"A present?" he grinned, his pulse quickening as he looked over at her.
"Yes— good boys deserve presents, don't you agree?" she whispered, flashing him one last smile before she held the door for him. He entered the room with her at his back, though he felt less like he was leading her and more like a dog allowed to walk ahead of their owner on a leash. He relished the feeling.
The whole shift Mel couldn't keep her hands off of him. He spent the afternoon awkwardly half-hard; she took to groping him during brief breaks in quiet corners and when their coworker's backs were turned. Once they were charting side by side and Mel spent the whole half-hour with her hand down his pants, dictating while she idly played with his twitching cock under the desk. His knuckles turned white against the keyboard, though he stumbled through typing as he knew Mel would drop her hold on him the moment he stopped. She tugged his hair and ran impatient fingers over his lips and chest while he drove her home, rubbing his nipples through his shirt and slipping her fingers into his mouth for him to suck even as she absentmindedly scrolled her phone. He was buzzing with pent up sexual energy when they arrived back at her place for the evening, but Mel made him strip and sit obediently on the floor while she rustled around her bathroom.
Frank was fully hard by then, his cock leaking and bobbing softly in the soft light of her bedroom as he kneeled with his hands clasped behind his back. Life had gotten in the way so they hadn't had sex in nearly a week, but his chest was still peppered with faint bruises from their last illicit encounter. As he waited eagerly for her to reappear, his phone began to buzz in the pocket of his discarded pants. He didn't even have to look at it to know that his wife was calling him. His heart plummeted— tomorrow was her mother's birthday and he knew he would be expected to take the ladies out to dinner. Abby would want him home as soon as possible so she could plan the day with him, but there was nothing he could have wanted less.
Then Mel emerged from her bathroom and his vision tunneled.
She wore black lingerie: a bralette and panties set that were a mix of leather and lace curled across her pale, delicate skin. Leather straps connected down to a lace pair of garter belts, adored with metal hearts to match the one at the waistband of her panties and the one between her breasts. In her hand she held a strip of black leather, though a flash of silver metal dangled from its front and caught his eye. His mouth grew dry as he took her in, dragging his gaze up and down the vision of her hazily.
"Mel…" he began, but she shushed him lowly as she crossed the room to stand before him.
"Dogs don't talk, do they baby?" Mel smiled, holding the leather out before him.
He shook his head quickly as he studied the object, his eyes widening as he finally realized it was a collar. It was thick and dark, with shiny silver hardware. Right at its front dangled a heart shaped tag— as she held it out to him, he clearly read his name engraved on its front and the words "Property of Dr. Mel King," on its back. If Frank had a tail, he would've started wagging it.
He exposed his neck to allow her to slip the collar around him. The leather was cool and squeezed him comfortingly as she fastened it and gave it a few experimental tugs. She ran her thumb over his lower lip, her eyes gleaming proudly when his mouth opened to allow her to drag her fingertip across the flat of his tongue.
"That's my good boy," Mel whispered, stroking his tongue as he let it fall out of his mouth so he could pant at her feet. "You wanna fuck me, puppy? Wanna show your new owner how obedient you really are?"
He whined long and low, embarrassingly reminiscent of a clingy dog as she pet his tongue and scratched the shaggy hair behind his ears. His phone buzzed again, sharply bringing them back to reality— Mel looked over at it with an arched eyebrow.
"Didn't tell the wife where you were tonight, did you?" she mused, sliding her fingers out of his mouth and wiping the wet sheen of his spit off on his shoulder. "Naughty pup."
He whined with disappointment when she turned towards the buzz of his phone, so she reached back and curled her fingers around his collar to tug him after her. He was forced to place his hands on the floor as she pulled him along, crawling after her on all fours obediently as she dragged him over to his phone. She held it up to his face to unlock it, then looked over it with a low sigh.
"Three missed calls, four unopened texts… your wife is quite needy, isn't she?"
Frank thought about saying something, about defending Abby's insistence upon contacting him since she hadn't heard from him all day and he was supposed to have been home an hour ago, but of course: dogs don't talk. He kneeled on the floor silently as Mel held his collar with one hand and tapped away on his phone with the other. She sent the text and tossed the phone back onto his crumbled pile of clothes.
"I told her you were working a double and wouldn't be home till tomorrow morning. Next time, do it yourself. I don't want her interrupting us again."
Frank nodded his understanding, equal parts ashamed he hadn't already found an excuse to tell Abby and ashamed that he had to excuse himself to her at all. Mel smiled smugly and led him over to the bed, her eyes gleaming as she watched him dutifully pad on all fours after her. He was so hard it hurt, his cockhead flushed a pink so dark it was almost purple as he leaked desperately on her hardwood floor. Mel sat on the bed, grabbing something small and shiny off her bedside table before she settled down onto her stomach. Frank kneeled on the floor, his breathing already labored as he watched Mel prop herself up on her arms and knees, her back arching to press her ass into the air before his face.
"Well, puppy? You ready to show me what you can do?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder at him. He whined and nodded desperately, his shiny dog tag tinkling metallically as he inched closer to the bed. "Then come on up here and get to work," she ordered softly. He clambered into the bed at once, settling on his knees behind Mel's back as she arched towards his face. His hands hovered around her thighs, almost afraid of touching her as he took in the tantalizing black lace that hid her pussy from his hungry eyes. Before he could move into her, however, she reached back and clipped something onto his collar. It was a little clasp— she tugged his neck closer to her thighs as she hooked the other end of the clasp onto one of the silver metal hearts on her garter.
Frank could barely move now; his face was forcefully pressed into her crotch from behind, his neck locked in place against her upper thighs. All he could see was soft white skin and inky black lace, heady with the scent of her arousal and visibly wet already. He couldn't wait a moment longer. He pushed his face into Mel's panties from behind, burying his nose between her soaked, lace-adorned folds as she gasped and pushed her hips back. She ground against his face as he ate her through the panties, his tongue dragging over the fabric as he whined and panted into her throbbing heat.
"Frankkk," Mel keened, arching back into him as she buried her face into her pillow. Frank grinned at the noise and pushed himself impossibly deeper, forgetting to breathe as he lapped against her lingerie. His thoughts about his wife, no doubt glaring at her phone back at home, or of Robby, scoffing under his breath as Frank walked away from him, vanished as he mouthed against the soaked lace and ran his tongue over the needy strain of her clit against the panties. His cock throbbed, forgotten, between his thighs as the collar chaffed over his neck, holding him so closely to Mel's cunt that he couldn't breathe in anything that didn't taste of her. "Good boy— fuck you're such a good boy, Frank…"
As she gasped and panted into her bed sheets, Frank raised a hand to pull her soaked panties out of the way. His first dip into her heat, between her swollen folds and down into the source of her arousal, made his eyes roll back into his head. He never got tired of the way she tasted, sweet and musky and tangy against his tongue as he pressed inside of her. She jerked her hips back, rocking against his face as she chased her own pleasure as much as he did. He dragged his tongue through her cunt from behind, mouthing her from the swell of her clit all the way up to the curve of her ass. He spread her apart before him, his tongue dipping between her plush cheeks to lick against the sheer fabric that covered her asshole. She moaned loudly at the added sensation of his tongue pressed the lacy panties into the delicate sensitivity of her hole, her toes curling by his knees as he ran his tongue down from her ass and back over her clit.
Frank ate her like a man starved, hungrily pressing his face into her throbbing core as he ate her from behind. She fell into a steady rhythm as she rocked her hips back, thrusting herself closer to his face even as the clasp held him in place behind her. His head spun from lack of oxygen as he lapped at her, alternating up and down her backside as his fingers pressed bruises into the soft spread of her inner thighs. Every part of her tasted as sweet as honey to him as he swirled his tongue over her throbbing clit and up over her lace-covered hole. He sensed her legs shaking, her climax close as she moaned his name, so he pressed impossibly closer and rammed his whole face between her thighs. His tongue worked weakly as she rutted back against his forehead, his chin, the bridge of his nose, all searching for her pleasure. She came forcefully, her cry of his name sweet music to his ears as she ground back against his nose and squirted. Her release ran rivulets down his face as he gasped and sputtered, chasing the liquid with clumsily stunted movements as he drank her in.
Frank's face was soaked, his breathing wet and ragged as her cunt spasmed and throbbed against his nose. All he could think about was his dick, pulsing headily between his thighs as he watched her entrance clench around air.
"Please, Mel, please let me fuck you," he whined, pleading as he ran his tongue over his lips to clean her release off his face. "Please, I've been a good boy, I d-deserve to fuck you…"
"Do you?" Mel asked, panting as she looked over her shoulder at him. "Clean me up and maybe I'll consider it."
He got to work at once, eagerly running his tongue over her soaked pussy and inner thighs to clean up her release. She hummed with pleasure as he whimpered into her skin, muttering and begging as his hips moved on their own to thrust his leaking tip against her mattress.
"You have been a good boy for me today, haven't you puppy?" she purred, her hips wiggling before his face as he nuzzled into her. "Maybe I will let you fuck me, hmm?"
"Please, please master, please," he moaned, dragging his tongue flatly across her soaked inner thigh. She bit her lip and pressed back into his face with a soft sigh of pleasure.
"It's 'master' now, is it?" she grinned over her shoulder at him. "Alright, baby, you've been a very obedient pet for me today. Puppy wanna hump his master?"
"Please," he choked, straining against the confines of the collar and clasp that held him close to her pussy. His cock throbbed roughly between his legs, the phantom sensation of sliding into her wet heat torturing him.
"Alright, baby, let me free you," she said, reaching back to unclip him. He stood still, nose buried between her folds patiently as she unfastened his restraint. He sat up straighter at once, his neck aching from the awkward positioned he had been forced into. Frank relished the heaviness of the leather collar around his neck as he gazed down at his Mel, his mate, his owner, arching her back before him. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she teased, looking back over her shoulder at him. "Come and mount me, pretty boy."
He choked on her praise, his veins sparking with electricity as he positioned himself over her. His thighs dwarfed hers as he pressed into her from behind, lining himself up to her entrance as his chest pressed against her back. He slid into her slowly, carefully, as Mel's body trembled under him.
"Oh, puppy," she sighed with ecstasy as he sheathed himself inside of her, her walls enveloping him in a tight, wet heat as he sank inside of her. He placed his lips against her shoulders, kissing the freckles and moles that peppered her back as he pressed their thighs together from behind.
"You feel s-so good, master…" he whined, panting openly against her shoulder blades as he began to rock his hips back and forth.
"You know just how to make me feel good," Mel sighed contentedly, melting under his body. "You're so obedient, such a good boy…"
Frank swooned at her praise, his thighs snapping against hers as he began to fuck her in earnest. He thrust into her hard, his reservations forgotten as curled his body over hers and humped her from behind. She squeezed him just right, tight but not suffocatingly so as he slid through her throbbing heat. His hands fumbled for hers blindly, his eyes shut tightly as he buried his nose into the sweaty crook of her neck; he curled his hands over her, their fingers entwining as he pressed his chest flush with her back and slammed into the easy give of her body.
Mel's moans were soft and melodic as she surrendered to his forceful thrusts, their bodies rocking in tandem with the heavy squeaks of the bed beneath them. Her smaller hands dug into the sheets beneath his grip, her toes curling by his knees as he humped down into her with reckless abandon. A day full of teasing and tasting her heightened his arousal— he knew he would not last long.
"M-My Mel, my master," he moaned, losing control of his voice as he drew his tongue over her shoulder. "Will you let me come inside this time? Please, I've been such a good boy…"
"Tell me how good you've been," Mel gasped, her back arching under his chest as he rutted against her desperately. "Prove it to me, puppy."
"I— I was good at work today, I made s-so many diagnoses," he whined, his brain spinning as he tried to focus on anything other than the squeeze of his collar around his neck and the grip of her pussy around his cock. "I let you touch me all day, even when others were around… I made you cum and cleaned you up… I— I told Robby off today, remember? I told him I don't care about being his protégé anymore."
"And why don't you care about that anymore, Frank?" she urged, her voice rough with meaning.
"B-Because I have you now, Mel, I have someone new to follow and oh, Mel, I will follow you to the ends of the earth," he whimpered, nuzzling into the crook of her neck shakily. "I'll do whatever you say, follow your lead forever, you can own me and I'll be your g-good puppy, your obedient dog on a leash for as long as you want."
"Correct answer," Mel praised softly, rocking her hips back to meet his firm thrusts. "You're so smart, puppy, so smart and so pretty and so good. Yes, you can cum inside me whenever you want, baby."
The praise, the pet names, the rub of his collar and the slick furnace of her walls enveloping him, connecting their bodies until he couldn't tell anymore where one ended and the other began… Frank came instantly. He spilled inside of her with a choked gasp that melted into a high-pitched whine of relief. His cock throbbed as he fucked her through his orgasm, his hips stuttering but determined as he thrust through the wet flow of his cum inside of her.
He painted her walls as he babbled into her neck, whispered words of devotion falling from his swollen lips as Mel climaxed again as well. Her walls pulsed around his dick, squeezing every last drop of cum from him as he rutted weakly against the plush curve of her ass. Their bodies shook as one while the orgasm wove between them, the air electric with love and lust and a sense of true belonging. A simmering, golden glow settled over his weary bones when he finally stuttered to a stop, his cock pulsing weakly inside of her as he relaxed over her back.
"Feel better, puppy?" she teased, tilting her head to the side to kiss his forearm. He nodded against her neck, too spent to respond as he focused on the sensation of her softly throbbing walls around his enveloped length. The realization that he didn't have to crawl home to his wife that night, that he could lay with his beloved Mel for as long as he wanted, sent a giddy rush of happiness through his body. His dick twitched heavily inside of her even as it began to soften. Mel smirked against his arm. "You want to stay like this all night, or do you wanna actually get some sleep?" she grinned, nuzzling his forearm softly.
Frank whimpered and shook his head, her voice playing through his head as he began to pull up off her back: "Dogs don't talk, do they baby?" All he wanted to do was chant how much he loved her, how much of a privilege it was to be allowed to hold her, taste her, fuck her like this… but instead he sat up straight, his muscles protesting weakly as he began to pull out.
His release chased the removal of his cock at once— hot, milky-white seed flooded out of her soaked cunt as he gazed down at her. Mel looked back at him over one shoulder, her eyes soft with sleep and love as she gazed at him.
"I'm proud of you, Frank. You've grown so much lately— you're exactly who you've always had the potential to be."
"Thank you," he whispered, raising a finger to run through his escaping cum as if in a trance. Mel shivered as his fingertip grazed her clit, gathering the release as it dripped off the end of the erect, oversensitive nub.
"Well, puppy? You waiting for more orders from your new owner, or do you know what you need to do?" she asked softly, wiggling her arched hips before his face. Frank did not need orders, though he wouldn't have minded hearing them anyways. A hazy glow of affection settled over him as he bent down to her ass and pressed a heavy, wet kiss to her inner thigh. Mel bit her lip and sighed happily as she snuggled into her pillow, her eyelids fluttering shut as his kisses wandered upwards and approached the sticky mess of his cum leaking down from her cunt.
Frank had never seen anything as hot as the way his load slowly oozed out of her fluttering entrance, soaking into her wet curls to mix with her own sweet release and dripping down the glisten of sweat on her inner thigh. He was exhausted after a long day at work followed by making the woman before him — his reason, his direction, his golden sunshine — orgasm multiple times, but he knew what he had to do.
He settled down obediently on his knees, his new dog collar chaffing pleasantly against his windpipe as he dragged his tongue up through her folds and began to clean his own cum out of her softly throbbing pussy. There was a lot of it— Frank knew he would be busy for quite awhile. But Mel was humming softly under her breath, her hips wiggling happily in his face as his tongue dipped into her entrance to clean out his release, and the dog tag that proudly declared him "property of Dr. Mel King" jingled musically as he pressed his face between her soaked thighs.
The promise of a long night together, worries of work and marriage forgotten, stretched out before him… and for once, Frank was exactly where he wanted to be.