A Maddening Deal

Greg Madden looked down at the angry woman before him half irritated, half besotted with her. Erica kept demanding to know the where abouts her daughter, Kendall, and refusing to listen to the more important subjects that Madden was trying to discuss with her. Namely, their son, Josh, and their relationship. No matter what he said, the small woman insisted on driving their conversation back to Kendall. As if he would ever agree to reveal the young woman's location. He had plans for her and the child she carried. Just as he had plans to win over the girl’s mother.

"I'm the perfect partner for you," Madden insisted. "You and I would make a perfect team. We're both strong, we're both powerful, we're both intelligent. With your beauty and my mind, we can go further than either of us have ever dreamed."

"Don't make me sick," Erica scoffed.

"How do you know you'll be sick if you haven't tried it?"

"I know," she sneered. "I just know. Now, please tell me where my daughter is, Greg. Stop stalling!"

"You'll never find a man who understands the female body better than I do," he pointed out.

She tried to ignore the last comment and repeated her request. "Please, just tell me where you took my daughter."

"I can show you parts of your body you didn't even know existed."

This sent her over the edge. Erica began pummeling him with everything she had, screaming, "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it and tell me where my daughter is!"

Madden observed her minuscule efforts with an air of unconcern. As adorable as her little tantrum was, it had to end. The doctor grabbed both of her fists, then swung her around so that her back pressed against him and her arms crisscrossed over her chest. With the little woman still fighting against him, the doctor tightened his grip.

The scent of Erica's hair drifted up to him. It was intoxicating. Drowning in the tresses would be so easy. Not thinking, he nuzzled against her head and took in her aroma. To the doctors surprise he found himself starting to harden. Erica must have felt it too because she stopped her struggles.

Madden wondered what thoughts went through her head at that moment. Was she shocked, disgusted, maybe intrigued? After a second of silence, a scream tore from her throat, forcing him to release her. She ran for the door and struggled with the knob even though it was unlocked. Just as she finally got the door open, a hand from behind her slammed it shut. No matter how much she pulled and yanked the door wouldn't budge.

One hand still firmly on the door, Madden used the other to pull Erica against him again. Being so near her felt so good, but of course she twisted out of the embrace. Why couldn't she just let him love her? She couldn't allow even a moment of peace to pass between them.

"Calm down," Madden ordered. She ignored him and swung her open hand through the air to slap him, but he caught her by the wrist before the hand made contact. "I said calm down!"

"I don't have to listen to you, you, you...pervert!" Erica cried.

"And lower your voice." The stubborn woman started protesting and ranting again. A different tactic was in order. "Listen to me," he whispered. "You said you wanted me to tell you where Kendall is."

It worked. She stopped. "Well, go ahead. I'm listening. Where is my daughter?"

He had her right where he wanted her. A smile tugged at his face as he took in the sight of her desperation. "I need some...incentive first."

"No matter how much money you want, it’s yours."

"I don't want money."

"Then what-" Erica stopped mid-sentence. Madden was caressing her face with his knuckles and closing the distance between them. Suddenly, his crude intentions dawned on her. "Oh, no! No, Greg, you can't be serious." She moved away from his touch only to bump into the door. Again he moved closer. Revulsion broiled inside of her. The desire to spit in his face had to be suppressed by the knowledge that he had Kendall. "You took my son, you're keeping my daughter, and you're trying to steal my grandson. Haven't you done enough to me?"

"Stop overreacting. Why always the dramatics with you, Erica? If you wouldn't be so difficult I'm sure we could have truly amazing experiences together." He ran his fingers through her brown hair, remembering the sweet scent of it. "You are breathtaking."

She cringed at his touch but didn’t pull away. Maybe she could do this. It was for Kendall after all. If she didn’t Kendall’s baby would be given to strangers. By the time her daughter realized she loved her child, he would be lost to her. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad if it was for the greater good.

"Let's make this clear so there won't be any misunderstandings later," Erica said, trying to ignore his over familiar touching. "I-if I sleep with you, you will tell me where Kendall is?"

Ignoring her question, Madden crushed his lips into hers. Immediately, his tongue went to work exploring her mouth. She endured it without complaint before gently breaking the kiss.

"I want some assurances, Greg." Erica crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to summon all the dignity she could muster, which wasn't much considering the situation and what she was about to agree to. Thoughts of Jackson and their marriage flashed through her mind. What would she tell him? Nothing. Everything would go on like normal, as if nothing happened.

"I assure you, Erica," Madden said with a ting of sarcasm. "If you let down your defenses and allow us to make love, I will tell you all about Kendall."

"Alright," she nodded, staring down at the carpet. This was what she had to do to protect her daughter from this psychopath. No other options presented themselves. It was either this or let that man take advantage of Kendall and steal her grandson. "Alright. First things first." The door locked with a resounding click, like a coffin sealing shut. "Now, what do you want me to do?"

"Don't play the innocent here," he chided, laughing. "The role doesn't suit you. We both know exactly how experienced you are."

Her eyes narrowed and a retort rose to her lips, but she couldn't use it. Getting on with the ordeal would be the best thing she could do.

Gracefully, Erica eased down to her knees and unzipped his pants. Madden gave a few protests, apparently this wasn't where he planned for their blackmail sex to be. He spoke of a more romantic setting, like his yacht, but he stopped when she got her hands on him.

Tracing the member from end to end with the tip of her finger, Erica attempted to psych herself up for what she was about to do. The doctor shuddered in response to her touch. With a sigh, Erica leaned forward, her tongue passing between her lips. She licked him from tip to base, inciting hisses from him. Once it was sufficiently lubricated her right hand made a fist around him and drug it up and down the shaft. Madden rocked to the rhythm of her hand. To maintain some semblance of control over the situation, Erica placed the hand that wasn't at work, on his hip stopping his movements.

A sigh of frustration escaped him but he let her have her way. He was rewarded with the return of her tongue. The pink limb reached out to the hardened member, flicking over its tip lightly. Still, she refused to take him into her mouth, but her hand did continue the steady pumping.

The petite primadonna's trying to torture me, Madden realized. Instead of being irritated, he was a little amused at the obvious attempt to establish even the illusion of power. By the way things looked, Erica appeared to be controlling the pace and actions, while in reality it was him who could decide how fast or slow they went, what they did, and how they did it. Time to do just that, he decided, reaching down. He placed a hand on the back of her and pulled her forward.

Instantly, Erica retracted her tongue and pushed back against him. Their eyes met as she glared up at him. Madden couldn't help laughing at how defiant she was, even while kneeling before him.

"Erica...Are you reneging on our deal?"

Growling in anger, she roughly grabbed his penis and swallowed him whole. Seeing himself disappear into her mouth felt almost as good as the sensation itself. But all too quickly the feeling became too intense.

She bobbed her head backwards and forwards at high speed, her tongue dancing zigzags over the bottom side of his meat. Under such ministrations no man would last long. She already had Madden groaning. He needed to support himself by leaning forward onto the door.

Abruptly, she stopped. The hardened rod reached all the way down her throat. Erica swallowed. Madden gasped for breath like he was the one chocking on something. She repeated the gesture again and again.

Before his last coherent thought could escape him, Madden fisted his hand in Erica's brown hair and yanked her off of him.

She cried out in pain, demanding answers. The questions were ignored. Madden scooped her up in his arms and slammed her against the door. They positioned themselves so they were eye to eye, crotch to crotch.

The diva obviously wanted to get it over with and didn't bother hiding that fact. Her panties couldn't have been shimmied off fast enough. It was the same with her skirt being hiked up and her legs coiling themselves around his waist. She did it all in a very business-like manner. No romance, no flirting, no attempt at sexiness, or even a smile.

That hurt. That hurt enough to bring him down a little from the effects of her work.

When Madden didn't plunge into her right away, Erica reached between them, presumably to do the job herself, but he didn't let her get that far. He crushed their bodies together against the door. His mouth hovered over hers before slowing pressing his lips to hers. Using his tongue he traced her lips. How he dreamed of those soft lips and the things he would do with them. Now that dream was a reality. A reality over thirty years in the making.

With his tongue he tried to gain entrance to her mouth. She felt the pressure and quickly let him in, sending her own tongue out to meet his. The taste of himself lingered in her mouth, making him groan against her lips. Erica swirled and sucked so fast, it felt like she was trying to devour him all at once.

If only the passion was real, but he wouldn't concern himself with that at the moment. Love would come soon enough. Right now all he had to worry about was…

A pounding shook the door they still leaned against.

"Madden!" Ryan called from the other side. "We need to talk!"

Madden groaned, this time in irritation. The people in this town refused to stop harassing him. They had to choose the most inopportune times to barge into his office and have the same exact arguments that they'd had a million times before. As if anything would be different. It was truly a sign of madness.

If Ryan and his raging need to control Kendall's pregnancy ruined this moment with Erica, the doctor didn't know what he would do. Most likely, something homicidal.

The woman in his arms looked frantic. Brown, almond shaped eyes shot around in alarm. "He can't know about this," she whispered. "No one can."

"Quiet," he hissed.

After a few more moments of pounding, Ryan went away.

The sound of his footsteps faded. Madden smiled at Erica, who scowled and ordered him to get on with it before someone else came. "Are we going to do this or not?"

"So impatient," he observed. "I almost think you want this as badly as I do."

"Only in your twisted fantasies," she sneered.

The doctor grinned wider and disentangled himself from Erica. Astonishment spread over her face as he placed her on her feet and pulled up his pants. She sputtered out questions but Madden just took her hand and led her around his desk where he swept her onto it.

"Oh, I-I see. Well, go ahead." Erica spread her legs so he could step between and go about his business.

Again he surprised her. Instead of plunging full steam ahead, Madden sat down in his swivel chair and scooted up to the desk. He pulled her legs forward and placed each of her feet on each of the chairs arm rests.

"Is this really necessary?" she asked. Why couldn't he hurry up so she could get to Kendall?

He didn't answer or even give a sign that he heard her. The lamp was moved to provide more direct light between her legs.

"Are you giving me an exam, doctor?" Erica asked with a laugh. "Maybe we should go down to an examination room. You'll have more equipment and you can make our sex as cold and procedural as possible."

"Lay back," the doctor ordered.

Rolling her eyes, she complied. The sooner this was over the sooner Kendall would be safe and away from this monster. If only he would hurry u-"Uh, oh," she cried. Madden gently ran the tip of his finger over the vagina’s opening. The light touch sent a shiver through her body. He did it again in the opposite direction with the same effect.

"Strange how the lightest touch can create the greatest sensations," he observed, doing it for the third time.

She bit back her reaction. This man made her sick. She shouldn't be feeling anything but revulsion.

Chuckling, the doctor eased his fingers between her folds and spread her open to see what was inside.

"I-is ev-everything the same as it was when you took my son, doctor?" Erica tried to act blasé about the whole thing. The strategy got harder when his fingers began caressing her and she started to ache.

One of his fingers eased inside of her and began pumping in and out of her. Grinding her teeth with every thrust, she longed to buck against his hand, but she refused to be a complete puppet in his hands, even if her body was already responding to him.

All the self-control she had flew out the window as he sat forward to bring his mouth into the situation. She moaned as his tongue swirled circles around her nub. The little shaft became erect under the pleasurable influence.

Breathing heavily, Erica lifted her hips off the desk to give the doctor better accesses. The move achieved its goal. Madden hooked her legs over each of his shoulders and pressed his face entirely into her. His lips closed around her nub and started sucking, while at the same time he pulled his finger in and out at an insanely slow rate. Everything he did had her writhing and moaning. It wasn't long before Erica felt a pleasant, warm sensation rise through her starting from her feet. She knew she would come soon. All she could think about was how hard the climax was about to be.

Not Kendall, not Jack, not even her hatred fro the man who was currently pleasuring her, made a dent in her thoughts of how good this felt.

Madden suddenly pulled away from her. The abruptness of the loss made Erica cry out in agony.

"W-w-what? What's- what's going on?" she demanded, pushing herself up to look at him. The doctor sat back in his chair, perfectly comfortable. "Aren't you- uh- Aren't you going to..."

"Aren’t I going to...What?" Madden asked, amusement painted clearly on his face. "What is it you want me to do?"

Normally, when confronted by such a taunt, the diva did one of two things. A) Say she didn't want anything from him and storm off. Or B) Take what she wanted directly. But at the moment she was so aroused and so drained of all physical and mental capability, leaving her able only to say exactly what was on her mind. "Finish me off! Get back down there! Take me, fuck me, do whatever you want, just finish me off! Please!"

Raising his eyebrows, Madden stood up and stepped closer to her. "What was that, my dear?"

"Please, please, fuck me!" she leaned forward and reached into his still unzipped pants. "Please," she begged pulling him out and rubbing her thumb over his moist tip.

"Since you asked so nicely..."

Madden gently laid her back onto the desk. Instantly her legs wrapped around his waist pulling him closer. Clasping both of her hands in his, he entered her until he was in as far as he could go. As Greg invaded her inner depths a blissful sensation enveloped him. This was it. This was what he had waited for ever since that fateful day years ago when Erica walked into his clinic and helped create their miracle child.

"I love you," he whispered.

She bucked her hips in response, wondering why he wasn't moving. It was driving her crazy. "Yes, yes, I know. Please, hurry."

A little depressed by her lack of response to his declaration, he pulled out of her slowly, then speared her at full speed. A cry escaped her. He didn't know whether it was from pain or pleasure and he didn't much care. All he could think about was how she felt as he rammed in and out of her. In fact, considering how she continuously rejected him, causing her pain wouldn't be such a bad thing.

But that didn't appear to be the case. Erica was in ecstasy. She squeezed his hands each time she brought her hips up to meet his thrusts. His shamelessly pounding into her only turned her on like Jack's gentle caress's never could.

She knew she didn't have long. In fact, she felt her climax rising in her at that moment. The last thing on her mind before her body gave way to clenching and moaning was the hope that her orgasm didn't bring about his.

As Erica’s body rhythmically squeezed around him, Madden did everything he could, short of pulling out, not to loose control. The sounds of her screaming his name was the biggest temptation to letting go, but he continued to hold tight.

Still trembling from her first set of contractions, Erica was pleased to see he was still going at her. Even better than that was the sensation of a second climax already starting to build.

She looked up at him through a lust filed haze. He still pumped in and out of her at an ever increasing rate.

Their eyes locked and he squeezed her hands. Madden hoped to God he didn't come before she reached her second round. Just looking at those gorgeous brown eyes weakened his resolve. He slammed his eyes shut to block her out and continued his relentless thrusting.

Erica wanted him deeper inside of her, to feel him in every part of her. So she lifted her legs up to her chest, giving him more access. The next time her rammed in, he reached further than before. So far that he was in up to the hilt. So far he filled her completely. She felt him hit her very core, making her cry out.

Madden stopped, alarm filling his eyes. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?" Causing her pain didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore.

"No," she assured him. "Just keep going."

"But are you sure?" he persisted. “Some women feel pain when their cervix is struck. I know many women don't feel the cervix at all, in fact until recently it was a widely accepted belief in the medical community that no woman feels it. But studies have shown that there are women who do have some sensations there and even feel pai-"

"Enough!" Erica cried. A hard kick in the chest sent the doctor flying off of her and back into his chair. With the grace of a panther, she jumped from the edge of the desk and pounced him. "I don't think you're serving your patient as well as you could, doctor," she whispered in his ear. "Perhaps getting a second opinion is in order. Dr. Hayward, I'm sure you know our history, would be more than capable. And his office isn't very far."

Madden grabbed her hips and speared her with his meat. Erica shrieked.

"That won't be necessary," he told her.

As he continued the motion repeatedly, she had to put her hands on his shoulders as a support. The next time the doctor tried to thrust in, she lifted up, out of his reach. Before he could question the diva, she slammed down on him. Erica marveled at how well he filled her. He touched every corner. Slowly, sliding off of him, she savored every ridge of the member. When only the very tip remained inside, she paused, then descended on him hard. From there, Erica hopped up and down on him.

To her happy surprise, Madden let her have control of the action. She did all the work while he sat back and relaxed. Lazily, he reached over to feel her up through her clothes. Madden moved his thumbs over her hardened nipples and circled them. Erica moaned and leaned into his hands, wishing the fabric would disappear.

Any minute she would come again. To hasten the sweet release, she went faster and faster. Each time she impaled herself on him, Erica sped up.

Madden seemed to be ready to lose control as well. The doctors face scrunched up and he bucked his hips up to meet her downward thrusts.

There was no stopping his orgasm now. Like a volcano, his shaft quacked, tickling her insides like a vibrator, before exploding inside of her. Madden's release sent Erica into a world of tremors and screams. There were feet to finger shudders and contractions. The force of the sensations made her so weak she collapsed on him, still shaking.

Neither spoke for a long time. They were too drained.

"Well..." Madden gasped, still out of breath. Both hands reached around Erica’s back to press her as close to him as he could. "That- that was amazing. Even better than any dream about us I have ever had." His fingers started roaming and found the zipper at the back of her dress. She still rested against him, her head propped on his shoulder. So she didn't seem to notice when the doctor dragged the zipper down. "I hope every time is that incredible."

"Mmm...” Erica began regaining the ability to have compressive yet random thoughts. She realized it had to be a long time since she had come that hard. Not since David had she been brought to such ecstasies. What was it about doctors? Well, not all doctors. Vague memories of the horrible Jonathan Kinder and duller than dirt Jeff Martin surfaced. Jeff Martin. The father of her unaborted son. The son Greg stole and implanted in his wife. All the rage from what he did came rushing back.

She shot upright. Madden tried to ease the dress off her shoulders, but she smacked his hands away.

"Where is my daughter?" Erica demanded to know.

"We're back to that again?" he sighed in disappointment.

"Yes, we're back to that. That is the reason we were even doing this. Now, I- I fulfilled my side of the bargain. Now it's your turn."

Stroking one of the legs that still straddled him, he pondered a moment before saying, "I want to have you again."

"Excuse me? That wasn't a part of the deal," she cried.

"Oh, come now, we've barely begun to make love. I haven't even taken your clothes off yet. You don't really think I would allow this to end before seeing how beautiful you are from head to toe?"

With a sigh, Erica rose and let her dress slip off. Next came her bra and her shoes and that was it. She was naked. She raised her eyebrows at him. "Happy?"

"Very," Madden grinned, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her towards himself. Of course he had taken a peek at Eric's body during the abortion, so he was shocked to see that she was even more beautiful than she was all those years ago.

With a feather soft touch, he explored her body. No vulgar groping, just fingers lightly grazing her skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake. He smiled as he watched lids fall over those brown eyes of her and heard her sigh contentedly.

Easily, she fell back under the spell of the doctors skills. After all, there was no one to see how much she enjoyed it. And if Madden rubbed it in later she would simply deny it. Say it was to make sure he would keep his end of the bargain and tell her where Kendall wa-

“Ah!” Erica gasped as Madden's hands cupped her breasts and his thumbs rubbed circles over her nipples. "Mmm..." she moaned, leaning into him.

Readily, Madden obliged her silent request for more by squeezing the buds and then taking one into his mouth. While his lips suckled one, his fingers teased the other. He felt her hands threading through his black and white hair, pressing his head to her chest. Just as he bit down, he also lowered one of his hands. Slowly the fingers trailed over Erica's stomach with no sign of stopping.

The knowledge of where that hand was heading brought fresh moisture between her legs.
His tongue flicked over the nipple in his mouth before biting down again. Erica hissed. She strengthened her grip on his head, while Madden's hand continued its journey, finally reaching her crotch. He cupped it and applied pressure.

Vaguely, Erica realized this was almost exactly like the end of the blow job she'd given him. He had his mouth sucking and chewing on one nipple, the fingers of his left hand tugging at the other, and his right hand preparing to start working between her legs. All of this combined would leave her reeling and begging for more. She lifted a leg and her foot on his chair, to make it easier for him.

Madden still marveled that this was happening. It was hard to believe he just made love to the star of his fantasies and currently had her trembling in his hands, ready to burst. None of the masturbation he had done to her images ever prepared him for the reality that was La Kane. Even the compilation of all her television appearances equaled nothing in comparison to Erica Kane in the flesh and only the flesh.

Just as he was about to slide his fingers in her again, a knock sounded on the office door, followed by the voices of Ryan Lavery, Joe Martin, and Julia Keefer. Erica pushed Madden away from her like they had already been caught. She looked back at the door, ready to duck underneath the desk if it opened.

"Come on out Madden!" Ryan bellowed. "We know you’re in there! Your car's still in the lot."

"Dr. Madden, we need to talk," Joe called. "Nurse Keefer has some troubling allegations against you."

Now it was Julia's turn. "Remember that infertile diagnosis you gave me? I got a second opinion and guess what? You lied."

Erica turned to Madden in shock. "Is this true? Did you purposely give Julia a wrong diagnosis? Why?"

"Hush," he whispered.

The trio continued their knocking and accusing for a while until finally walking away.
Once he was sure they were gone, Madden tried to put his hands back on her body, but she slapped them away.

"Is it true?" Erica demanded. "Why?"

"It doesn't matter." Again, Madden tried to go back to what they'd been doing with the same halting result. "Fine, yes I did and I was completely justified. That woman has no business raising a goldfish let alone a human child. In case you've forgotten, Julia Keefer murdered a man."

"Well, if that's your problem with her, I'm shocked you want anything to do with me. With all your stalking- oh! I mean, "keeping tabs" on me, you must know about all my homicidal experience."

"Of course I do," he confirmed. He couldn't help reaching out to touch her again, this time jut to caress her arms. "I'm not blind to your many faults. I know you have no business being a mother. You're too selfish, as you displayed the day you tried to kill Josh. But with me to act as a good influence over you-"

"Excuse me!?" she cried. "Somehow your wondrous influence with change me? How have I possibly existed without you all these years?" She rolled her eyes. "And I thought I was egotistical."

"Let's not argue," with a sigh Madden stood up and took the diva's face in his hands. "I love you and I want to make love to you. Come."

As he guided Erica around the desk and over to the offices white couch, the doctor shrugged off his jacket and undid his tie. Not one to waste time, he also kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt. When Erica got to the couch and turned to face her adverse lover, he was almost naked. All that needed removing were his pants.

It was hard but she had to push back her anger at what he just said and go about finishing this. When they finished, she just hoped he did as he promised and told her where Kendall was.

For the second time that day, Erica fell to her knees and tugged his slacks down. He kicked them off.

Both were completely naked. At least we're both equal now, she thought to herself, as she started to rise. He stopped her and pushed her back down. Then he sat down on the couch and motioned for her to come closer. Still on her knees, Erica crawled over until she was within his reach. Without asking permission, he ran his hand through her brown hair and cupped the back of her head, pulling her towards his lap.

Glaring daggers at him, she opened her mouth and took him in. At first, she only let the tip in and twirled her tongue over it. Madden groaned wanting to buck his hips and force himself the rest of the way in but didn't for fear that that would anger her even more.

Erica couldn't help smiling as she tasted herself on him. Once the vaginal come was licked off the tip, the tongue went in search for more and found some down the shaft. She felt him hardening inside of her and heard his blissful response to her licking and sucking. Proof of how much the doctor enjoyed what she did turned Erica on so much it she wanted him within her and not just in her mouth.

When she first started sliding off of him, Madden grabbed a fist full of her hair and shoved her back on up to the hilt. Gagging, Erica tried to fight against the force that held her in place. He gripped her harder and pulled back just to thrust his hips off the couch and back into her. Over and over he did it so that he was basically fucking her head.

Erica never felt more humiliated. Being buggered through the mouth like some whore was degrading enough but worse than that, she was powerless to stop it. She glared up at him but he didn't notice. Both of his eyes were squeezed shut and his face was contorted. Every time he pumped into her a grunt escaped him.

"Your tongue," Madden gasped. "Use your tongue!"

She obliged, unenthusiastically stroking the underside of his shaft.

It didn't last long with the extra stimulation. He came, boiling hot, in her mouth. As Erica swallowed she could felt the semen's searing path down her throat. For a while, he held her head in place with his member still halfway in her mouth. His eyes were still shut and he seemed to be trying to catch his breath. She couldn't move because If she tried to pull away, Madden held her tighter and pulled her further onto him. It wasn't possible for Erica to hate him more than she did at that moment.

Finally, he released her and she scrambled to her feet. Humiliation wouldn't let Erica look at him. Instead, she walked across the room, keeping her back to him and asked, "Are we done?"

"No."

"Oh!" She felt like she would cry. "What else do you want?"

"You know what I want," Madden said, rising from the couch and walking over to her. "I know I won't have you completely right away." He placed his hands on Erica's shoulders and ran his fingers up and down her arms. "So I'll have to settle for this."

Scooping her up in his arms, Madden was surprised at how light she was, as if she weighed nothing at all, even with her lying limp and emotionless. He carried the little woman back over to the couch and laid her down gently. Sitting between her legs, the doctor pulled them towards himself and leaned down to her vagina.

Immediately, Madden went to work. He wanted to give her just as much pleasure as the first time he did it. For him, this was simply a formula or procedure he used. If he did this and that, the woman would respond thus. So Madden didn’t expect any difficulty in the case.

First, he took the time to run his fingers over the labia majora, then parted the lips to caress the inner lips, the labia minora. He watched for her reaction and only got to see Erica staring blankly up at the ceiling. To get some kind of response, Madden took her nub between his fingers and squeezed the slippery flesh. No amount of massaging brought even the slightest twitch to her face or sigh from her mouth. The only thing that stopped him from thinking something was wrong was the physical proof of her arousal.

"Why are you fighting me?" he asked. "I know you enjoy it. You're dripping wet again and parts of your vulva-"

"Can we just be done with this already?" Erica sighed. It took all she had not to beg him to continue. He was beyond amazing at this, but that didn't mean she wasn't still angry about the mouth fucking. She couldn't let him know how much she liked what he was doing.

"I suppose I can look at this as a challenge," Madden mused. "As stuburn as you are, I'm even more determined." The man leaned forward to kiss her face. "You're beautiful. Even more beautiful than you were when we first met."

Erica stared up at him unimpressed.

Alright." The doctor backed up and settled between her legs. Sending a finger through the folds, he went deep inside of her. He slid it in and out slowly, tortuously slow.

Desperately, she wanted to buck up and increase his speed, but she forced herself not to. This obsessed freak had taken too much already.

After a few pumps, fourteen to be exact, he counted, another finger was slipped in along side the other. The addition didn't disrupt the rhythm. It was just a smooth transition. Madden was gratified to see Erica bit her lower lip. He sped up a little. In response, the little woman's face twitched and her eye lashes fluttered before closing over her eyes. That was the last of the reactions he got from her. Even forcing a third finger in did nothing.

Erica laid very still with her eyes shut and her fists balled up. The sight of her like that made Madden laugh. "You're fighting so hard. And for what?"

She was silent.

Madden, still chuckling, lowered his head to her lap. He swirled his tongue around the inside of her nether lips, before flicking it over her little organ between the folds of her flesh.

Erica's hips bucked up involuntarily, so he did it again, but didn't get any response. He did it yet again, this time moving his fingers in sync with his tongue. She hissed between clenched teeth.

"Let go," he whispered. "It will be so much easier for you."

This was met with silence. Erica knew if she said anything she would be opening a floodgate to moans and cries of bliss.

"Alright." Withdrawing his fingers, Madden leaned away from her.

She gasped when she realized he was no longer inside of her. She wanted to protest. She wanted to forget about his disrespect for her and her hatred for him. She wanted to stop being so stubborn and give into the experience. But she couldn't. Or so Erica told herself.

The fingers madden pulled out of her shinned with her moisture. He was about to taste it but then an idea came to him.

"Here." He traced one of he fingers around her lips. "Clean it off."

Erica remained motionless, so he had to force, gently, but firmly into her mouth where he was met by her tongue. The finger was brushed lightly, hesitantly at first, displaying her inner struggle. Then she closed her lips around him and sucked.

The digit was pushed further in and Erica moaned, sucking harder. Just the sight of her lapping up her own fluids turned Madden on to no end. He was rock hard again within seconds.

“You like this, don’t you?” he asked as she went to the next finger. “You like the taste of yourself.”

She nodded vigorously, moving on to the final finger.

Once Madden was sure all the juices were gone, he pulled the finger out.

She cried out in protest, rising off the couch a little when Madden's mouth came crashing down onto hers forcing her back down. She returned his intensity as she found residue from her vagina on his tongue.

Every bit of anger and unwillingness got pushed to the back of Erica's head by her renewed desire for this man. Her arms folded around Madden's neck and her legs hooked around his waist. With her limbs being so short, these actions eliminated all space between them. They were so close...but not close enough for the doctor.

Slowly, he slid inside of her. Erica sighed against his lips as she felt him easing through her. She deepened their kiss to the point where it was good and painful. That was a perfect way to describe their little interlude.

Once he was all the way in he smiled down at her in adoration. This time Madden didn't make any professions of love. They wouldn't be returned and he didn't want to do anything that would take away from his happiness. Instead, Madden told her how beautiful she was through kisses and commented on how perfectly they fit together. His cock seemed to naturally place itself perfectly inside of her. Her breast fit perfectly in each of his hands. And each of their mouths seemed shaped specifically to be kissing other. They fit together like puzzle pieces.

Erica nodded, not really listening to what he was saying. Why wouldn't he start moving already?

Just as slowly as her went into her, Madden pulled out until just the head was in, and then dove back in. He continued in and out, using his arms as leverage. The movement created sloshing and slapping sounds from how wet she was and how their bodies smacked together.

Erica just laid back and enjoyed it, letting him do all the work. Occasionally, she bucked up to meet Madden's moves, just to break his methodical rhythm but other than that she let him have free reign. Usually, she liked to take most of the control during sex. The man might carry her to bed but once they got there she was in the driver’s seat. It felt good just to let go and allow someone else to have the power.

Erica came quicker and harder than the last couple times. Madden, on the other hand, lasted longer. So long she came more than once. Both of them were shaking and breathing heavily by the time they were through. He collapsed on her snuggling into Erica's neck, while she nuzzled against his black and white hair, leaving several little kisses against his head.

"I love you," Madden whispered, no longer caring if she returned the sentiment or not. He just loved her and that was it. At the moment he was too happy for it to matter.

His declaration irritated Erica. Why did he have to say such things and take away from her enjoyment? She'd been feeling so good too.

"Where's my daughter?" she asked.

He groaned. "Was ruining this moment with that truly necessary?"

"Where is my daughter?"

"I don't know where Kendall and her baby are," Madden easily lied. "I've been telling you and Ryan and Zach that from the beginning and that fact hasn't changed."

At first, Erica's eyes widened and she stared straight up at the ceiling in astonished silence. This couldn’t be happening. This meant she was cheating on her husband for nothing. With all her strength and rage she shoved Madden off of her. The doctor fell to the floor with a thud and a cry.

"You lying, manipulative, cheat! You baby napping, sick, disturbed, obsessed, pervert!" Erica screeched jumping up from the couch.

Madden rose too. "Calm down and lower your voice."

"You tell me where my daughter is right now or I'll- I'll- I'll- Oh!" Erica grabbed the lamp from the table next to the couch and threw it at him.

The doctor dodged the missal and grabbed her to stop anymore she might hurl.

"Stop this at once!" Madden demanded. "Someone might hear."

"I don't care! I don't care if everyone in this whole hospital hears!" Erica yelled. "You are sick and you are twisted and I hate you! How can you be so cruel, so heartless to use my daughter to- to- to- Oh, God!" She struggle out of his grasp and beat her fists against his chest. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"

Madden had to shield himself with his arms. "Don't you understand, Erica? I love you and this was the only way I could have you. The only way I could make you see how perfect we are for each other. That we are meant to be together and it's not too late for us."

"Don't you understand? There is no 'us!' There never was an 'us!' And there will never be an 'us!'"

He took her in his arms and pressed her against himself to stop her pummeling. "There has always been an us, ever since we first met and created Josh. Our miracle child."

They vaguely heard some noises outside the office but they ignored it.

"You are insane!" Erica cried, struggling against him. "Nothing! Nothing is between us!"

"Of course there is. You are the bearer of my greatest accomplishment," Madden insisted. "But it's more than that. You're not just the mother of my son, you're-"

"What the hell?"

A shocked, horrified and disastrously familiar voice stopped Madden and Erica's argument dead. They were afraid to look at the door, from which the voice had come, but they had no choice.

"Josh," they said together.

The young man, "their" son, Madden's science experiment, Erica's unabortion, stood in the open doorway, a key in his hand and Ryan, Joe, and Julia standing behind him. It was hard to tell if the look of shock on Josh's face came from what he just heard or from the sight of his naked "father" holding his naked, new mother in his arms.

Erica's first instinct was to push Madden away but she couldn't because he was hiding most of her body from view. For modesty's sake, she had to stay where she was and maybe even press herself against him even more.

The four people at the door continued staring, dumbstruck.

"Josh, how much did you-" Madden didn't get to finish the question.

His son slammed the door shut. They could hear him from the other side telling the others to disperse.

Erica was finally able to shove Madden off of her. "This is all your fault!" she hissed grabbing her panties off the floor and then going to the other side of the desk for the rest of her clothes. "They saw us and now he knows. Josh knows he's my son. This is horrible! How could you trick me like this?"

While she rambled on, Madden dressed and thought about the situation. Josh was probably waiting outside for an explanation and they would have to come up with a good one. But a logical one. He looked over at Erica. She was already dressed and still ranting. He had to interrupt her.

"Erica, It's alright, we're fine, we'll be fine, calm down." Madden held her face in his hands, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. Even know when they were caught, he couldn't help admiring her beauty. He already couldn't wait to have her again. "Josh might not have heard and if he did he didn't hear much."

"Didn't hear much!"

"Hush!" he whispered.

Erica lowered her voice. "He could have heard everything. You just had to brag about me being the boy’s mother."

"Yes, yes, but that's it."

"That's it? That's it! That's everything!"

"It isn't," Madden contradicted. "Josh never had to know how you tried to murder him before he was born."

"How dare you refer to what I did as murder," Erica cried.

"Soon you'll realize what a mistake that was but I refuse to argue with you about this right now." She started to protest but he talked over her. "We will tell him I used your egg and my sperm to create him and put him in his other mother."

"What?! I would never create a child with you."

"But you did," Madden insisted. "Whether you like it or not we created him. It's because of us that Josh is in this world."

"Us and Jeff Martin," Erica snidely pointed out. “And the wife you used as an incubator.”

His eye's narrowed at the mention of Josh's biological father, but he kept to the real subject. "This is what we will tell him, unless of course, you have a better idea."

Erica hated to admit it, but she didn't. This was the only way.

"You two decent?" Josh asked, banging on the door.

"As decent as we ever will be," Madden shouted back.

A smile crept onto his face. It didn't matter to him that they'd been caught. This might be the best thing to happen to them. Ryan, Joe, or Julia might tell Jack about catching him and Erica naked in each others arms, ending Erica's marriage and clearing a way fro them to be together. Madden knew Erica would eventually give in to the inevitable and fall in love with him. They would be so happy...

Erica glared at him and his smug expression. If it wasn't for Ryan knowing about her previous murder attempts on the good doctor, she would have killed Madden for tricking her and getting them into this mess. But then again, another try at homicide might be inevitable if Madden kept staring happily at her...