Claimed & in love

1: Internal

Aiden's POV:

I'm sitting in the VIP area of Ethan's BDSM club trying to figure out who I'm going to play with for the night. The subs are dancing at the dancing floor in the middle of the club, showing themselves off to the doms chatting in the sitting areas. Some of them are collared by their doms, some have long term contracts, and then we got the single subs who search for one fun night like I am. I've been a dominant for eight years now, and I still don't feel the need to settle down with one sub. The reason is most likely that none of the submissives I've ever played with has given me other feelings than sexual ones.

"Staring won't help you finding a sub Cox" Ethan is mocking me from his seat beside me at the couch. I roll my eyes at him and take a sip of my drink. "You also know babyboy that rolling your eyes are impolite" his hand is stroking my thigh, slowly moving towards my crotch. It isn't the first time he has played with my body like this. When we both were single and horny, we occasionally had sex to please our needs. I couldn't fight his strong dominance, and clearly became his submissive, even though I am so much more of a dominant than a sub.

"I remember very well that I am not your babyboy anymore Ethan" I say taking another sip of my drink as Edward decides to finally join us. "The master bear has decided his target in you tonight?" he asks me pointing towards Ethan who just smirks at Edward's statement. "Clearly, but I have seen a sub now, and I would rather be the one fucking than the one being fucked. My ass is not yours Gray" I tell them and raise up to move towards the dance floor where the subs are swinging their asses around and having fun showing themselves off. I decide on someone I consider is a new submissive.

"Are you available for some fun tonight?" I whisper into his ear. He turns around and look at me. His eyes are not moving away from my body, and I know he is already reacting to my dominance over him. He simply nods his head. "I didn't hear you boy" I growl. "Yes master Cox" he says. He must've been here long enough to know I'm one of the VIP members then. Being friends with Ethan Gray gives you some extra attention compared to others.

I take his hand in mine and walk him towards my private playroom at the club. Again, being friends with Ethan Gray gives you some bonuses in life. There are ten private playrooms and me and my closes friends own four of them, so it's not the easiest thing for other doms to get for the evening. "Kneel by the bed" I order him as I go towards the bathroom to undress myself. From the doors I can see the perfect little sub kneeling down perfectly with his palms on his thighs and his eyes staring down in respect. As I'm about to move towards him and start playing, the beeping from my leather pants pockets becomes louder and louder. The hard feeling of denial of sexual pleasure because of someone paging you from the hospital. God, cant people take a little bit better care of themselves for one night. I quickly gather my things and get dressed again before I walk out to the poor sub I now have to tell 'no' to.

"I'm very sorry...." I start but stops when I figure out I got no idea what the subs name is. "Mark sir" he answers and blushes. "I'm terribly sorry Mark, but I have to leave. I got called in for work. Let's take this another day" I say and give him a small peek on his lips, hoping it will give him some kind of emotional care.

I rush out of the playroom meeting Ethan on my way out. "Wasn't the sub to your pleasing Cox? I can take you" he asks grabbing my arm. "I got paged from the hospital. Apparently someone needs an emergency surgery, and I'm the only one who can do it" I tell him, and he lets go of my hand so I can leave. I'm grateful I had myself drinking non-alcoholic drinks tonight or I wouldn't be able to give the person this surgery. I put on some radio while I drive towards the hospital. Louis Tomlinson's song "Bigger than me" is running on as I park my car in the parkingline and run inside.

"Doctor Cox! It's a male, 20 years old, he was in a car accident where he broke his arm and has some internal bleedings in his stomach" Louisa, the nightshift nurse says as she sees me walk into the department. Thankfully I had some jeans in my bathroom at the club, so I didn't have to go in here in leather pants. That would be something to explain. Louisa hands me my doctors coat which I grateful put on so the people around here won't think of me as a visitor.

"We should go for an exploratory laparotomy" I tell her, and she right away books the OR. I ask her to prep our patient and meet me in OR2 as he is ready. While she is doing her work I'm scrubbing in. When I arrive the OR she has already gotten the patient ready, and I walk closer to look over the injuries and scans one last time before I give him anaesthesia and cut him open. I tell my co-workers we are ready to start, but when the anaesthesia doctor puts the mask over his nose I meet the most beautiful face I've ever seen, even though it's full of scars and blood from the accident. He looks so young, precious, and innocent. And here he is hurt and going to be cut open. I try my best to shut down the bad feeling in my heart for this boy and make a large incision in his skin of the abdomen. I explore where the bleedings are and seals the ends of the leaking blood vessels with a heat probe. I then let my co-doctor sew him up as I study his arm. "Tell doctor Marsh that his arm doesn't need surgery. A cast should work fine" I say to Louisa as I finish up my work.

During the night I decide to not leave the hospital, but sleep in the on-call room instead. Somehow I can't make myself leave without knowing how the boy feels when he wakes up. There was just something about him that I can't put my mind of. I feel the need to take care of him and make sure he is alright. Keeping him secure. At 4 a.m. Louisa makes a move from the on-call room and over to the boys room, and I decide to follow after her. It wouldn't be unlikely that he has woken up now.

When I reach the room Louisa is trying to calm down the boy who seems like he is having a panic attack. Tears are streaming down his cheeks, and he is breathing heavily. He is fighting Louisa with all the strength he has in his arms. "Mr. Adler you are fine" she tries to tell him, but it won't work. I look at his medical journal and see that his name is Oliver Adler, what a cute name for him. Suits well. "Oliver, listen. You are going to lay your arms on the duvets, and you are going to calm down" I order him. I know he isn't a submissive but trying to make him obey me won't hurt. And as I thought my dominance did help. His green eyes are now staring deep into mine eyes, and he is waiting for what I tell him the next.