Ben's Dr. Dom (MM)

The Wilton Park Grand Hotel 5

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Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 30,076
11 Ratings (4.5)
[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M, spanking, whipping, sensation play, HEA]
Ben Orsini, head surgical nurse for world renowned plastic surgeon, F. Leigh Braxton, has been in love with his boss since he was hired onto the surgical team two years ago. It seemed like an impossible crush since the tall, gorgeous blond god had a live in love, Nixon Jones. 
When Nix is caught playing the field their relationship comes to a crashing halt. It's obvious to Ben and the others in the office that Nix has been along for the ride and whatever he could get. It's just taken Leigh a little time to figure it out.
When Leigh decides to volunteer for a month on the Caribbean Compassion, a charity hospital ship, he asks Ben to go along. Ben has been on Dr. Leigh’s radar for a while, too, and this seems like their opportunity to explore new possibilities. 
But Nix Jones has other ideas. He’s not willing to give up his cushy, carefree life as the doctor’s significant other and is determined to get back into Leigh’s good graces. Can Ben and Leigh hold it together, or will outside forces tear them apart?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Skye Michaels is a Siren-exclusive author.
Ben's Dr. Dom (MM)
11 Ratings (4.5)

Ben's Dr. Dom (MM)

The Wilton Park Grand Hotel 5

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 30,076
11 Ratings (4.5)
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I love writing my new Wilton Park Grand Hotel series. It was new and different for me.

I hope everyone will support this book because as thanks to all of my family, friends and readers, the author’s proceeds from the sale of this book will be donated to Mercy Ships which provides free medical care around the world. I have loosely based this story on that organization. I hope you all might consider making a donation as well. You can read more about them at www.mercyships. org
Skye Michaels




Offices of F. Leigh Braxton, III, P.A., FACS on the 15th floor of the JDB Building, Downtown Fort Lauderdale, Florida, Friday early afternoon, January 8, 2016


Benjamin Orsini looked up from the computer in his cubicle into the handsome face of Dr. F. Leigh Braxton, FACS, a world class, board certified plastic surgeon, and the man he had idolized for two years. As Dr. Leigh’s head surgical nurse, he got to see the big man in many illuminating circumstances, unfortunately most of them medical emergencies. He would love to be illuminated by something more personal, but Dr. Leigh had been in a committed relationship that had seemed solid until just recently.

Apparently the good doctor and his live-in guy, Nixon Jones, had recently broken up. Brax and Nix? Was that just too cute? He would rather hear Brax and Ben, but that probably wasn’t going to happen. Too bad. He thought they would make a dynamite pair. Ben was short and dark and Leigh was tall and blond. Leigh’s lanky runner’s body was panther sleek and well-muscled, and his face was gorgeous with sharp planes and angles. His powerful body emphasized his calm, self-assured manner and gentle voice. He inspired confidence in his team and patients.

“Hey, Ben. Can you have lunch with me today? I have something I want to talk to you about.”

Who me? “Sure. What time?”

“How about if we leave here a little before twelve. I’ll drive. Is the Wilton Park Grand Hotel all right? I haven’t been there in a while.”

“That would be great.” Ben had heard about the luxurious gay boutique hotel in Wilton Park. He’d never been there himself. It was on the pricy side for getaway weekends. It was also a bit too far away to cruise over for lunch although he had thought of that a couple of times. He was usually not available for happy hours due to his work schedule.

Ben went back to work entering the notes from Dr. Leigh’s latest surgery into the records. The bread and butter of their practice was still breast augmentation and other cosmetic procedures, but when he had started to work with Dr. Leigh, Ben had been impressed by the amount of pro bono work he did. Maxillofacial surgeries, the repairing of cleft lips and palates, was his specialty, and he never charged for work done on infants and children whose parents couldn’t afford it. He was also on call for reconstruction cases and emergencies. Sometimes Ben wondered what deep well of emotional and physical energy he tapped into.

Just before noon Dr. Leigh looked over the wall of his cubicle. “Hey, ready to go?”

“Yeah, just let me save this.” He proceeded to update his document before they headed down the fifteen floors to the top level of the parking garage. Dr. Leigh’s red Ferrari Testarosa reposed in his reserved parking space. It was a few years old but still a wet dream. Boob and booty lifts paid very well. Leigh beeped the car open and Ben slid into the passenger seat. The intimate cockpit smelled of Italian leather and Leigh’s aftershave. Ben thought he would pass out.

“So, Dr. Leigh, what did you want to talk to me about? You have piqued my curiosity.” And it was true. They had never socialized before except for office functions like the Christmas party.

“Call me Leigh or Brax when we’re not in the office or the surgical suite. Dr. Leigh is a little formal for a social lunch.”

“Uh, okay. Leigh. What’s up?”

“I’ve been thinking about something for a while, and I wanted to get your opinion. Let’s wait until we’re at the hotel.”

Now Ben was really curious. What could it be that he couldn’t just spit out? Don’t get your hopes up, buddy. It won’t be something personal. Unfortunately!


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On the outdoor dining patio at The Wilton Park Grand Hotel, Wilton Park, Florida, Friday noon, January 8, 2016


Leigh Braxton could see that Ben was brimming over with curiosity. He had to admit that he got a kick out of pulling Ben’s tail. His head surgical nurse could be a bit brash and insubordinate at times, but Leigh had never worked with a better nurse. Sometimes he thought that Ben could almost read his mind. He never put his hand out for an instrument without finding it already there and waiting for him. The smaller man had an unlimited supply of energy and optimism. He was never too tired or worn out to come back in for an emergency procedure. There was just something about the small, dark-haired man with the perfectly symmetrical features and lightly muscled body. Leigh had sometimes thought….well never mind. He was still getting over his nasty break-up with Nix. And that hadn’t been pretty.

Leigh pulled into the parking lot at the Wilton Park Grand Hotel, a gay boutique hotel located in Wilton Park, a predominantly gay community near Fort Lauderdale. The WPG had rapidly become one of the premier places to see and be seen in the Fort Lauderdale LGBT community. Leigh and Nix had enjoyed several weekend getaways at the great little hotel composed of all suites, each decorated in a different style. And some of the suites had definitely been off the wall like the 1950’s suite decorated in all mid-century kitsch including lava lamps and canvas boomerang chairs. Leigh had particularly enjoyed the Casbah Harem Suite and the English Country House Suite which both boasted small, private BDSM dungeons.

 Jack Brown, the owner of The Black Iris Club that Leigh belonged to as a Dom had suggested he check it out when it had been picked up as a side deal with the purchase of The Black Dahlia Hotel on Fort Lauderdale Beach. Leigh had been happy to be able to get in on Brown’s investment group which had converted the Black Dahlia into a BDSM hotel. The WPG, a small jewel of a property, had been a great extra benefit to the main transaction. The décor was trendy and classy, and the atmosphere was cool, relaxing, and hip. Of course the food and drinks were excellent. The restaurant, bar, and outdoor terrace dining provided the opportunity to people watch as interesting, affluent gay couples passed through the lobby.




Leigh was relieved. He’d had this conversation, or one like it, on his mind for a while. It had gone better than he’d dared to hope. At least Ben was willing to give BDSM a try. He imagined his sassy and sometimes smart-mouthed surgical nurse could be a handful, but in a good way. He didn’t want a sub who was downtrodden or terrified and who didn’t have a sense of their own self-worth. On the other hand, he had come to realize that Nix had been using their BDSM interactions to manipulate and control him, an extreme example of topping from the bottom. He had come to doubt that Nix was at all submissive. He had just seen Leigh’s Dominant bent as an opportunity to get what he wanted—an easy, luxurious life without having to work too hard for it. There was one thing he knew about Ben. He was a hard worker and not inclined to think the world owed him anything he didn’t earn, and he was sure no one’s doormat.

“As I said before, do you need time to think about this? Or do you just want to dive in and see what happens?”

“I’ve wanted to dive in with you for a long time, Leigh. I just didn’t think the water would be this deep. Let’s see what happens.”

“In that case…” Leigh pulled Ben across his lap before he lowered his mouth to his succulent lips and kissed him tentatively. He explored Ben’s perfectly shaped lips and crisp jaw line. He’d always thought Ben had a mouth made for kissing—or sucking cocks. He looked forward to finding out if he was right. He deepened the kiss. He pulled Ben into his arms, bent down, and kissed him hard. Leigh’s tongue swept into Ben’s mouth. Their tongues dueled for a few minutes before Leigh came up for air. He could feel the boner in the front of his jeans. “I’ve been waiting a while for that, subbie. I should have done it sooner.”

“Yeah. You should have done it sooner.” Ben leaned back into the kiss while running his hands over the muscles outlined on Leigh’s wide chest.

“How about if we just start out with the regular program and maybe make a trip to the Black Dahlia for a training session tomorrow. I don’t want to overwhelm you since this is all so new.”

“That sounds perfect.” Ben stood up and headed for the door to the cabin with Leigh following closely on his heels. Once they were in Ben’s bedroom, Leigh pulled Ben into his arms and kissed him again. He wanted to keep it light and easy, but before he knew it the kiss got rougher, more demanding. Ben was small, but he fit into Leigh’s arms as though he was created to be there. He pulled Ben up against his hard-on and ground his groin into Ben’s belly. He cupped Ben’s perfect ass in his hands before he boosted him up and Ben’s legs wrapped around his waist. He slid his hands up and down the delineated muscles of Ben’s back. Leigh couldn’t wait to peel him out of the board shorts that were between them. Leigh ran his lips down Ben’s neck into the open V of his T-shirt. Ben’s smooth skin felt amazing under his lips. He pulled Ben’s T-shirt up and over his head so he could explore his smooth chest, then he pushed his shorts down and Ben stepped out of them.

Leigh’s cock throbbed in anticipation. He needed to get Ben under him. He needed to fuck this small, beautiful individual. Leigh hadn’t had such a strong reaction to a man since he had first met Nix. It seemed he was most attracted to small, dark men with lithe, sleek bodies. Leigh pushed Ben down on the neatly made bed and began to strip. Leigh kicked his shoes off before he pulled his polo shirt over his head and then flipped the button of his jeans and lowered the zipper. His clothes landed on the pile with Ben’s, and he came down beside him on the bed again. Ben was naked on the flowered quilt.

“Slow down a minute here, Doctor Darling.” Ben got up and walked to the dresser. He rummaged around the drawers until he came out with a bottle of lube. He returned to the bed and lay back down.

“Sorry, Ben, if I seem a little over-eager. Are we agreed that we don’t need condoms? We can go bare as far as I’m concerned. It’s up to you.” Leigh’s rock-hard cock was eager to find its way into Ben’s back door.

“I’m clean and so are you. I’m okay with going bare as long as neither of us is with anyone else while we do.”

“Understood and agreed. I’ve been dying to fuck your gorgeous, tight ass since I got here.” Leigh smiled. Ben was not a big man, but his package was perfect. Leigh could feel the grin break out on his face. “You’re gorgeous, Ben. But then I knew you would be.” He palmed Ben’s cock and gave it a few friendly pumps as he looked into Ben’s dark, hooded eyes. He watched as Ben’s cock grew even harder and longer.

Leigh tangled his fingers in Ben’s hair and cupped the back of his head. He pulled him over on top of his chest and took his mouth. Ben’s heavy-lidded dark eyes were closed, and he began to respond to Leigh’s onslaught. Leigh rolled them over until he was sprawled over Ben and had him trapped beneath his superior weight. “I want to fuck you so hard your eyes cross.”

“Go for it, big guy.”

Leigh stood and positioned the smaller man ass up at the foot of the bed. His olive skin glowed. Leigh couldn’t help himself. He landed a couple of sharp slaps on Ben’s ass before the small man began to struggle. He knew it was perverse, but a light spanking was his favorite form of foreplay. “Okay, subbie. Relax.” Leigh’s big hands coasted down over Ben’s smoothly muscled back and ass, soothing the red handprints. He was trying not to rush and just plunder the feast before him. He spread Ben’s ass cheeks and squirted the cherry-scented lube onto his puckered back door. He began to rub the muscle surrounding the rim. Ben relaxed, and he sank two fingers deep into his asshole, working the rim and stretching the muscle. Ben groaned and raised his ass in invitation. “I can’t wait to introduce you to some of my toys, Ben.” Leigh would have liked to take more time for some fun preliminaries, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen this first time. Maybe next time. Leigh knew he would never get tired of fucking this beautiful man.

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