7 comments/ 23721 views/ 2 favorites A New Prescription Ch. 01 By: honeycolored11 Chapter 1: A New Prescription... My first story, please give me tips! Author note: The main character's name is pronounced: Shar-me-on. * Charmion groaned and pounded her fist on the steering wheel. She was tired. She hadn't slept in days; her sexual tension was killing her. She wanted to have sex so bad, she was so curious. At 22 she was old to be a virgin, but she wanted her first time to be with someone that she cared for. She didn't have to love him, but she did have to care for him and vice-versa. Plus, Charmion never had anytime for men. She was focused on her career. She was a first-year medical student at Harvard University and was planning on becoming a cardio-thoracic surgeon. Charmion had set goals for herself and she wasn't going to let men mess them up. Charmion also didn't like men because she felt uncomfortable around them. She certainly was not shy. In fact, Charmion was very opinionated. She was very active in politics. She was extremely active in Barack Obama's campaign. Something about men made her uncomfortable; made her second-guess herself. Maybe it was her high school years that turned her off men for a while. During high school, Charmion had been awkward. She was 5' 10", flat as a board and was as skinny as a green bean. Her deep ebony curls were always frizzy. Her ivory pale skin made her look sickly. Everyone made fun of her. They teased her about her height, her pale skin, and about her name. The teasing had been traumatic her freshman year. Before she had hardened she was close to suicidal. One guy, Aiden Santiago, four years older than her, had made her life hell. He was beautiful. He was 6'4 and had dark hair. He was part Greek part Argentinean. In other words, a God. He took teasing Charmion has his personal job and right. Everyday he would stand by her locker and tease her or he would leave mean and cruel booby traps. Life had been hell. After he graduated, Charmion had hardened and focused on school. She went to Brown University and learned Spanish, French, and Italian. She had double majored in art history and chemical engineering. She had also bloomed. Charmion was breathtaking, regal. She had learned to tame her ebony locks. Her curls now fell down to her bottom. They cascaded like a waterfall. She had finally gotten breasts and they stood erect and proud, they were a full 34C. Her hips had widened, so she had equipoise, depth, and curve. Her pale skin was flawless and glowed. Her brown eyes were rich and emitted a combination of innocence and sagacity. Pilates and running kept her toned, but not too muscular. Her second job had everything to do with her confidence. In between school, Charmion was a lingerie model for Agent Provocateur. She only took jobs that didn't conflict with her many internships or class. Nothing gave her more pride that opening the catalog and seeing herself in the sexiest lingerie in the world. She got so wet imagining what men were thinking. She also loved the runway shows. If it weren't for modeling, Charmion would have never been able to visit Paris, Milan, or London. Plus, she got tons of free lingerie. Her closet was filled with corsets, g-strings, vintage stockings, and 4-inch heels. She sighed when she released she had no one to show them off to. Relieved to be out of traffic, Charmion pulled her old Toyota Camry into the hospital parking lot. Her friends had pulled strings and had gotten her an amazing internship with one of the top residents in cardio-thoracic surgery at the university. He was the best in the field. She pulled down the visor and applied a hint of red lipstick. She grabbed her lab coat and headed into the hospital. She was bit early and she sat down to read the paper she had brought with her and began to drink a smoothie. Dr. Aiden Santiago was not looking forward to having to meet some wannabe surgeon and let him/her follow him around. He was busy; he had just received a huge research grant and wanted to begin meeting with people to help put the research in motion. In addition, he was recently divorced. At 28, he was young to be divorced, but he had also been stupid. His divorce wasn't nasty, but the marriage had cost him a pretty penny. Aiden's wife was a dominant women and he was a dominant male. He demanded that he control everything. He had pushed himself hard to graduate early from college so he could become a doctor as early as possible. In their sex life, he always wanted to be in control. When they role played he insisted on tying up his wife, spanking her; always wanting to control. Eventually, she had told him that enough was enough. She was also a strong-willed person and she could not be in a relationship that was unequal. Aiden turned and walked into the staff cafeteria. He stopped dead. Sitting there, reading the paper and with a little bit of yogurt on her top lip was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was wearing a tweed skirt and if he tilted his head he could she that she was wearing stockings and garters. She had on a matching blouse. Her legs stretched for miles to 4 inch t-strapped Mary Janes. Her black hair was elegantly tied back with a barrette. Her long fingers were painted blood red and gracefully turned the pages. She appeared to be concentrating deeply. She looked familiar. Suddenly, he knew; she was his favorite model in the Agent Provocateur catalogs. He had ordered regularly from there when he was married and still received catalogs. He couldn't believe it was her! The other docs must be giving me an early birthday present. He was instantly hard; he adjusted his pants and began to walk towards her. "Excuse me, I'm Dr. Santiago and you are..." She jumped about a mile. Charmion turned around and the blood drained from her face. It couldn't be...Her worst nightmare reincarnated. She thought she had escaped him forever. No way on the God-given earth was Aiden Santiago the man she was supposed to work for. No fucking way. Maybe he didn't recognize her, but he was looking at her with a lustful and sickening gleam. "Hi, I'm Charmion, I'm the intern that is going to be observing you had assisting you with your research." She extended her slightly sweaty palm. No fucking possible way. Charmion. He knew that name a little too well. No way, fate didn't work like that. How could the most beautiful woman on earth be that scrawny disgusting, pathetic excuse for life from high school? Oh man, he had enjoyed tormenting her. It was so delicious. She was so awkward and timid. And now, all he could think was damn. "Charmion Johnson from high school!? No way, scrawny skinny as pole, braces, ratty hair? Oh my God, Wow and look at you now..." "Yes, I am Charmion, and I am most definitely not the same person from high school. If you could please conduct yourself with class, we can begin working together. I will not hesitate to bring sexual harassment suits against this institution. And with you being so well-known, it would certainly be a shame." Aiden's eye narrowed with anger. No, she was right. She was not the same girl. Not a girl anymore, a woman. He longed to possess her, to show her who was boss. To dominate her. He couldn't wait... With that, Charmion turned on her heel at walked out of the faculty dining area. Aiden watched her luscious ass in her skirt. Oh, Charmion, he thought. Work had suddenly got a lot more interesting. Please vote and send me feedback! A New Prescription Ch. 02 A very special thanks to my editor! * The day had been physically and emotionally exhausting for Charmion. It was 2:00 and she had finally gotten a break for a quick lunch. After her short conversation with Aiden, they had hardly spoken to each other. Charmion would catch herself sneaking sidelong glances at Aiden, but quickly chided herself for her lack of focus. 'Why was she so fascinated by him? After all, he had tormented her for a solid year. He had scarred her for life. She had worked her butt off to overcome the damage he had done. She grimaced as she thought of the endless hours she had spent studying, working out in the gym, and modeling. She couldn't help but wonder if she had been subconsciously preparing herself for him. 'NO!' she stated resolutely; everything she had worked for was for herself and to challenge herself. She would think of Aiden as any other road block; she would acknowledge the frustration and then she would calmly and logically think of an alternative route. She had to admit that she was surprised to find out that Aiden had become a doctor. A doctor needed to have compassion and she thought Aiden was one of the few people who lacked that. Yet, following him around, observing his patients, and listening to him direct other doctors, she was impressed by his efficiency, intelligence, and obvious love for his work. In fact, everything that Aiden had, Charmion aspired to. She, unfortunately, had to admit that she was incredibly lucky to work with Aiden. She sighed, got out some work, and began to eat her lunch. Her feet ached and she knew that she had made a stupid mistake wearing such stupid shoes her first day at work. She slipped them off and put her feet on the chair in front of her. She began to read one of Aiden's research papers. It was dense, filled with advanced vocabulary and terminology she didn't understand. She focused and began taking notes on his research. It really was fascinating what Aiden could do and she admitted that she was envious. 'Don't forget what he did to you...' She repeated this mantra in her head every few minutes or so. Charmion was not one to forgive such blatant acts of cruelty and torture. Aiden rubbed his eyes and heard his stomach rumble. He was starving. He hadn't eaten breakfast and he had been at the hospital since 7:00 a.m. He finished speaking with his anesthesiologist and walked towards the work room. What he saw took his breath away. Charmion was reading one of his research papers. Her shoes were off and her long legs were propped up on a chair. Her position had caused her skirt to ride up a bit and he could just make out some lacy garters. He felt his cock stir and he quickly got a hold of himself. He was a professional man and he was not going to involve himself with a student. Besides, she may look gorgeous, but isn't she still the same nerd that he tortured in high school? Sure, she maybe a great fuck, but there were plenty of those to be found. He coughed loudly and grinned as she jumped. God, could she focus. He wondered what else she could focus on. "Do you always sneak up on all people like that?" Charmion gritted out. "No, just the extra special ones. So, are you impressed or what?" Aiden said with a shrug. "Impressed with what?" Charmion asked confused. "My research," Aiden stated. 'Pompous asshole,' thought Charmion. "Sure, it's really cutting-edge, though not quite as advanced as Dr. Albertson's team in New York. I really wanted to work with him, but he was swamped, and school is here in Boston," Charmion said. She didn't know what possessed her to be so disrespectful and rude, but she knew men liked to compete, especially surgeons. She knew her off-hand comment would piss Aiden off. Charmion realized that she really enjoyed pissing him off. "Is that so? Let me remind you that you are a student, I am your boss, and if you do not respect that, then I will see to it that your life is hell," Aiden bit out. The idea that Charmion could have been working for another man angered Aiden. He didn't know why. 'She's mine,' he thought, 'even though she doesn't know that yet.' "Is that a threat? It doesn't scare me. You've already done that once before. Do you remember your senior year of high school?" Charmion almost shouted. How could he have forgotten? She hadn't meant to sound so personal. Aiden winced. She was right. He had tortured her in high school. But now, she was beautiful and he sensed that she was the perfect woman for him. He just needed to show her, to prove to her that she was his. He didn't know how he was going to do that, but so far he wasn't off to a good start. He watched her nose twitch. 'God, she was cute.' He wondered what she did for fun. "Sir, I think that we should get back to work." "Right," said Aiden. He quickly finished his sandwich and grabbed his work. He would think of Charmion later. ************ Charmion slipped and almost fell. Sweat dripped down her forehead and into her eyes. She pushed off her legs and grabbed the hold just a few inches above her. Her other arm gracefully grabbed the next hold. A few minutes later, she was at the top, breathing hard. She took a deep breath and began her descent. Climbing was one of her favorite pastimes. The exercise and challenge helped her refocus the constant pressure she put on herself. Climbing was like yoga on a wall. "So, how was your first day of work?" her best friend Marika asked. Marika was also tall with stunning model looks. She wasn't as voluptuous as Charmion, her breasts were small and perky and she had an athletic build. Marika changed her hairstyle about every other day. Currently, she was sporting a faux-hawk. Only Marika could make hair like that professional and edgy. "Shitty and amazing at the same time," Charmion diplomatically said. Her expressive eyes betrayed her to her all knowing friend. "Mmhm, aight, whatever you say...Liar. Let me guess, the work was amazing, but there is a certain person that you don't like." "I swear, sometimes Marika, you are creepy." Marika laughed and kept climbing. "Marika, do you remember that guy, Aiden, in high school? He was the hot popular jock and every girl wanted to be with him? Remember? He made my life miserable." "You can't mean Aiden?! What is doing at the hospital? Please tell me that he is getting surgery or something." Marika visibly winced. She remembered how much pain Aiden had caused Charmion. Pain for Charmion was pain for her. "Nope. The bastard is my fucking boss." Marika's jaw dropped open and Charmion leaned in to shut it. "Are you alright? Do you think you can handle this? I mean, his bullying was intense." "If I can get through high school, Marika, I can get through anything." "Well, on a happier note, I got invites to this awesome costume party on Saturday. It's going to be the shit. I hope you can go because I went through hell and back to get these tickets. Plus, girl, I know that you like to get your freak on." "I haven't danced in so long. YOU KNOW that I'll be there. Let's go shopping tomorrow. I already have a good idea for a costume." Feeling much better, Charmion left the gym. ********* She relaxed on the couch. She stretched and smiled. Her muscles were already pleasantly sore. Even though sore muscles weren't that much fun, being sore helped her feel alive and strong. Too tired to get up and cook dinner, Charmion fell asleep. Across town, Aiden had also collapsed on his couch. He was mentally tired. He had fought all day to figure out how he was going to approach Charmion. Not one to lie, he knew that he had more than enough pride and ego for several people. He knew that he had to apologize. Aiden needed Charmion to trust him. People make mistakes and high school was a long way away. He was immediately attracted to a lot of things about Charmion. He pictured her dark hair against her smooth back, her breasts thrust outward, tipped with pink nipples, jiggling as she rode him. He reached down and began to stroke his cock. He imagined her lifting herself, squeezing the length of his cock with her inner muscles as she moved upward and then coming back down, grinding against him. He fantasized what it would be like to tie her to his bed and spank her pale bottom until it turned red. As he began to stroke faster, he fantasized about using his crops and clamps on her perfect body. More than anything, he longed to hear her say that she was his. With a groan, he came. 'Fuck Charmion, what have you done to me in the last day?' His phone rang and he fell off the couch. "Yeah" he bit out. "Dude, relax. It's me, Sean." "Sorry, I was asleep. What's up?" "What are you doing Saturday night?" "Nothing." 'Thinking of ways to seduce Charmion.' "Well then, you can come with me to this awesome party I got invites for." "I don't know, man. Aren't we getting too old for this?" "Whatever, dude. It's really exclusive and it's a costume party. The hottest chicks in the city are going to be there, and if they aren't hot, it doesn't matter because we won't be able to see their faces." "That wasn't funny, but sure, man, I'll go." "I'll call you and tell you what time to meet me there." After hanging up the phone, Aiden went and took a hot shower. He needed to go to this party to keep his mind off of Charmion. Who knows, it could be fun, he liked to party and he was a great dancer... A New Prescription Ch. 03 Author's Note: Sorry it took so long! All comments are welcome! The house music was intense. The bass made Charmion's heart skip an extra beat. Involuntarily, her hips started moving. She couldn't help it. Dancing was one of the few activities that Charmion could completely lose herself in. Tonight was going to be even better because she had a mask and the anonymity would cause her to lose a few more of those tenacious inhibitions. Charmion had chosen to dress as a phoenix. Her mask surrounded her eyes with gold, silver, and orange metallic feathers. The contrast between her dark hair and the brilliant colors was striking. So striking it looked painful; that sweet pain that magnifies other emotions. Her outfit continued into a gold mini dress. She had painted her nails blood red, so the contrast continued down her body. She finished it off with gold flat Greek style sandals. The shoes were practical. No one can seriously get down in heels, plus it's not good for your back. Beside her Marika was a very sexy feline. She was in a full body black leotard. Markia had added ears and a tail. In the dark of the club the body suit was even more daring than a short skirt because it clearly outlined every curve and nuance on Marika's body. Charmion took a breath. Her hips started moving. Marika grabbed her hand and dragged her into the middle of the ground. Slick, bodies rubbed against each other. Charmion couldn't see faces, but their bodies ground against each other. Her ass against someone's thighs, while floating hands held her hips. Her hips were dictating the rest of her body. She rolled her hips pressing urgently against the guy next to her. She leaned over and he felt her vibrations. Her whole body shook. She could feel him getting hard and smiled to herself. Her legs started to burn and she moved to a new position. She turned around wrapped her leg around his waist. He held up her leg and balanced her hips and they started grinding. In this position Charmion could feel everything. She could feel his strong arms, the contractions of his abdominal muscles. His hips thrusting against her. His smell eventually sought her out, wrapped as she was in his mini cage of muscles and bones. He smelled first of sweat. Sweat that was dirty sweat, not nervous sweat. She was so close she could smell it. Almost lick it. Salty, tangy. It reminded her of when you shower after the pool then breathe on your arm and the chlorine is still there. Reminding you of your subversion, submission to the water. How it stroked every intimate part of you. How invasive it was. She imagined that if she licked his skin it would be initially salty and then musky, maybe like wood. As the beat slowed, their gyrating hips also slowed. The intensity remained constant. Charmion leaned in and licked his neck. She couldn't help it; her next action surprised her even more. She bit her dance partner. The bite was impulsive and primal. Her body was tired of the superficial surface contact; it wanted to consume his body. She felt him tense and she knew he groaned because she could feel the vibrations of his throat. She inspected his throat. She watched as he swallowed. His neck was erotic. The ridges and muscles made Charmion think of what his dick might look like. Would his dick be as strong as he was? Would it contract and move as gracefully as the muscles in his throat? Charmion leaned in and kissed his neck, running her tongue over his Adam's apple and the ridges in his neck. Normally, Charmion didn't like to get too personal with her dance partners. Sometimes she never even looked at them. However, he was one of the best dancers she had ever danced with. He followed her hips and led them in new directions. He met her half-way at all times. She leaned back a little and inspected his face. The first thing she noticed was his lips. They were soft, pillowy, not chapped. They pursed as he concentrated on dancing. He bit his lower lip as he enjoyed the sensations. In all, they were perfect. He licked his lips and Charmion's heart almost stopped beating at the sight of his tongue. Her stomach clenched and she gasped. She tore her eyes away from his lips and looked at the rest of the face, or what wasn't hidden behind the masks. Dark hair and strong jaw line. She quickly glanced over the rest of his face before she concentrated on his lips again. As she stared at them she realized that they started growing. Growing because she was getting closer to them. Aiden was floating. He didn't hear any of the music around him. He was completely engrossed in the beautiful and enigmatic bird he was dancing with. She had dark hair and her face was covered and surrounded by gold, orange, and silver feathers. He could see eyes were vacant. Green eyes that were concentrating on other senses: they were looking at the skin touching, watching the vibrations of sound, watching him. He ground himself a little harder and watched her lips open in a gasp that was swallowed by the club. He watched as she looked over his face, his neck. She was staring at his lips and could feel her lean closer. Her tongue prepared her lips in preparation. Aiden's cock twitched as it reminded him of other parts of her. They were so close they could feel one another's breath. Someone bumped them and their lips mashed... Charmion umphed as she felt her teeth crash into her partner. As she regained her balanced: Soft. Wet, but slick. Not water: spit. Lick. Tender. Warm. Warm. Warm. She sucked his bottom lip. In her mouth: so soft and tender, but his body was so hard. She released his lip. His turn: His tongue searched. Soothing. Dancing with her tongue. Consuming. Voracious. This kiss was voracious. It was sucking. She couldn't breathe. But then, did she need to breathe? Pleasure. Blisssssssss. Aiden groaned. His legs were shaking and he had stopped dancing to kiss this woman better. He set her down and dragged her to a corner in the club. He pressed her against the wall and kept kissing her. He surrounded her with his body. Each part of his body was kissing her as he kissed her lips. His legs hugged hers, his hips battled with her hips. He wanted to touch other parts of her. He slowly moved his hand to her breast. At that moment her hand squeezed his ass cheeks and gripped him hard. Every inch of him was rubbing against her. God he was getting hard. Her breasts were soft, perky. He sensed franticness to her. Her sounds had a hit on naivety to her, she was so responsive. Desperate. That was it. She was desperate. Charmion was desperate. No coherent thoughts passed through her head. Need. Need, every nerve in her body screamed through it. She pictured the action potentials in her body running and conspiring to plan this assault on her senses. Pleasure they yelled. She grabbed the man's hand and pressed it against her pussy. Relief. When was she going to be touched like this again? His hand was strong and he knew what she wanted. He lifted her short dress and brought his hand up between her inner legs. Gently rubbing her outside her panties he touched her around her clit. Warming her up. Slowly he increased his speed and every once in a while massaged her clit. Charmion couldn't contain her moans. She gripped his arms, digging her nails into his arms as he slipped two fingers into her. He gently started to thrust. Fucking her with his fingers. Charmion thought. F-u-u-u-u-u-ck me please...she felt her pussy start to clench. Sensitive. She nearly screamed as he started massaging her clit. He had found the spot just to the left of her clit. The sweet spot. Within minuets Charmion was beginning to spasm. Every muscle clenched. She was shaking. Above the music Aiden could barely hear her moans. He could almost see each scream slipping away grasping and scrambling to get to his ear. He felt her contractions gripping his fingers. He watched her face as she came. There was so much emotion. The intensity of her orgasm made her eyes close. Slowly she relaxed. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at him. She was about to say something when a cat came out of nowhere and grabbed her. 'Wait!' He shouted. His bird struggled a little bit. She turned her head to tell him something. She tried to get out of the grip of the cat. 'Marika! Why are we going? Stop! You're hurting me!' screamed Charmion. She wanted to know this man more. 'I'm really sorry, but I just go into a nasty fight with some chick back there and I felt it prudent to leave.' "Yeah, yeah, take the high road." Charmion said sarcastically as the made it to the cool air of the street. Wistfully, she glanced back into the club. Was he still there? Would she ever meet him again? How would she know? He was wearing a mask. Aiden started following the two women. He had to know who this woman was. He had never encountered a woman like that. White-hot passion. He felt it; he wanted to burn himself against her. He made it to the street. In the distance he saw her get into a car, but it was too late.